Lockit
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This is a topic that hits close to home and when I come back to it, it does effect my breathing. Which means I am sucking air, heart races a bit and I wonder do I say anything or not. Will I make sense if I do? Maybe I will just walk away, but how can I? I actually can't walk away because I live with the subject matter every day of my life. I cannot impart all my feelings, beliefs and research in a post. I don't want to get into it all because I simply do not have time. Many think I should get that book written, but the support systems to do so are just not there and I am not walking into that dark pit alone. I've got the title and a few chapters... and then I walk because I must. To save me. There are some very serious problems with the medical mental health systems. They can spend millions getting information out there and yet... you do everything they say to do and the system fails. I spent months doing all that was recommended, when it came time for the system to do their part... guess what? No options, no treatment, no help, then when we took the little that was available... they failed to do their job, to believe us and to help. There was always something about Charlie that was different. He couldn't accept anything bad or that he saw as bad and went right into denial. At three years old he got a shot and was asked five minutes later how that shot felt. He completely denied having a shot. As he got older, the denial changed of course, but it was there. He grew into a fine young man, with lots of friends and making far too much money. In a bad relationship and now using the drugs typical for those in the work field, then drinking as most of them did, he spiraled. We were doing all we could for a solid nine months when he would talk suicide. We had him put in a facility and they let him out. We were arranging an intervention with most ready to confront him and walk away if he did not get help. Within two weeks he tried three times to take his life. I had him put in the facility again and he sweet talked them but his girlfriend and I both told them how serious this was and they could check with the police because they had been looking for him one night because he was threatening to kill himself. They let him go and didn't put him in a facility to be monitored. I told the facility that if they let him out again and he hurt himself or another I would come after them legally, that we were two days from getting a court order to have him held and he had tried three times in two weeks. They let him out. Six hours later he was hanging dead. They brought him back and now... he lives with me... a child in a man's body... a happy person now... but clueless. He doesn't remember what happened, but I do... most every single day. You can bet I have strong opinions and have learned a great deal... we can have opinions and I wouldn't rob you of them if I could, but simply put... some of you really don't know what you are talking about. His choice without any medical process that actually works unless you have a lot of money and get lucky... became a lack of choices for a lot of people, including the tax payer that has to pay for his living now. We need change and in a lot of area's. Better medical recourse, better ways to deal with these things and people who are feeling so trapped or addicted that they cannot find their way... I don't see them as victims... but some are. My son was not. He wasn't helped even when he wanted help... there was no help. He knew that. Then once a choice has been made we need better ways to take care of what is left if they do not die. There is just far more to this than can be brought out here... should they have a choice... only if there are assurances made to make sure it is done right so there are no mistakes. But I would vote for better mental health and maybe those choices wouldn't be made so often.
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