A little bit ago, I called the location's director at the place we WANTED Dad to go to and literally begged them to help me. I even started crying and told her that if something isn't made easier that I may end up in the IOP, too, and my brother may die of a heart attack or stroke. Luckily, she did calm me down a bit. She's the clinical director of therapy. She did give me one suggestion (for the other location). I left a message there to follow up on that suggestion. The first time I tried, the recorder cut off after like 10 seconds. I called back again and gave a rapid-fire message, that time getting my name, my dad's name, my phone number, and "Please call me back" in before it cut off.

I'm still afraid to tell my husband about all of this.

I wish my psychiatrist would call and offer me an alternate appointment.