Another blow to my stomach! No meds for my son! They rather see him hurting us and maybe ending up killing his own sister.

I went so frustrated and tried to make the doc see sense... He just wouldn't listen.

I feel beaten to the ground. But I'll not give up! I'll contact a specialist in another part of our country instead. It's soooo draining when you do everything in your power to make people see what needs to be done... and they just don't get it.
I'm so sad... down... anxious now... We really thought this doc understood the situation and had the right knowledge about this.


This day isn't a good day at all! It took 45 minutes to get my son out to the support family's car. He was so anxious and angry... kicking and screaming... calling the mother of the support family not so pleasant names. He hit me with his fist right at my larynx. I had to think think think of something to distract him.... finally I did. He calmed down just a little bit and we had to carry him out to the car. It feels just horrible doing this to him... knowing that we have to... If we give in now... he'll get even worse. When he gets to the support family's house he's feeling better and calm again... That we know... but he can't understand and remember that from this time until the next time.
We had a nice time this morning together. He's so sweet when he's sweet. I just wish I got to see it more often!

I feel so selfish writing about my problems now AGAIN. I wish I could be more supportive to you out here.

I sure would love to get a hug or two today... if it's ok.