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What To Do Now?

Chrisa Hickey3 comments1164 views
Pain. It hurts. At this point you are probably thinking “duh”, but hear me out. I had to admit my son to an inpatient psychiatric hospital last Friday. There was no choice, really, he was a danger to himself and others. He was experiencing suicidal ideation, and he was kicking the crap out of me and his dad multiple times per day. Now, this isn’t the first time. That is what makes this so scary. Because I know. Or more accurately, I don’t know. He could be gone anywhere from two weeks to several months. All I can do is wait, and see how long it takes for them to stabilize him.
So, what will I miss in the next (insert amount of time here)? He will grow. He will come back taller then he left, this is a given. He will form attachments and develop relationships with various staff and other patients. Relationships that I won’t be there to watch, and laugh at the incredibly insightful and witty things that he says. He will mature. He will learn coping skills, and academic skills, and I won’t be there to clap and tell him how proud I am. All I have are daily phone calls and weekly visits.
Sometimes the emotional pain of what you have to go through to get your child healthy hurts worse than the physical pain he was inflicting before you sent him away, to others, for his own good. The pain of knowing others can help your baby better than you can will never fade.
Damn. This sucks.

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Jenny is the amazing mother of three, including K, 10 years old.  Jenny blogs at You’re Freakin’ Kidding Me, Right? and is the creator of a Facebook – based online support group for parents of children with special needs, and she keeps me sane when my life goes off the rails.

3 Comments

  1. It is rough, been there. Try and take care of yourself and your other kids and give them time and attention they can't get when your other child is home. Not easy, but it can help them and you. Blessings to you. Sorry it's so hard.

  2. I don't know if it helps, but you are not alone. After 8 hospitalizations in less than a year, my daughter is finally in a long-term residential treatment center. I can only see her once a week and talk to her on the phone for 5 minutes. It's so hard to have so little say in her life and wondering if this is going to help or just make things worse.

    Sending you hugs and prayers!

    Mary

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