Tuesday, April 24, 2012
How terribly sad. I can't believe this is happening. I'm so angry that my son has to deal with this disease.
Never alone.
Trapped within the confines of my brain.
I am helpless.
About 45 minutes after I had come upstairs, Brian came up and he said Tyler was sitting up and talking to him. They were laughing. Tyler was very responsive to him, and they had good conversation about what happened. Ty told him that he remembers cutting himself, but it seemed like a dream. When he woke up, his arm was all cut up. Brian told Tyler the next time voices are telling him to do something, come ask him if it's a good idea or not, and they can work together. Tyler really liked that idea.
I felt better hearing all that. I felt like my son would live through the night. I didn't call the cops. I called his counselor Scott and his psychiatrist instead. I had to leave messages, but they both called me back. I didn't tell Dr. Palamara about the cutting or the poem, or the facebook post. I knew she would say he was a danger to himself or others, and the authorities would be called. I told he we are not being aggressive enough with his meds, and I want to treat this much more aggressively. His depression is out of control. She said that we need to control the voices first because the voices are directing his depression. He's now on the max dose of Risperidone. I booked an appointment for Brian and I to see Scott. I want to see how his sessions are going, and I need help in dealing with Tyler. I really have no idea what I'm doing, or how to respond. Nothing I am doing is working, but at least he is responding to Brian.
Thank God for Brian.
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