Does anyone remember the signs that used to adorn buildings back in the day? They indicated that the building was a place of refuge in the event of a (nuclear/foreign/military) attack.
Started in 1962, (my ex-SIL worked at our county's underground facilities in the 60s), Civil Defense planned what to do in the event of a nuclear holocaust or military attack from a foreign enemy, besides putting your head between your legs and kissing your ass goodbye.
For the past three weeks, I've been making my own civil defense plan, of a sorts. It's about The Boy, and what steps will be taken in the event of HIS next nuclear-type meltdown.
He's on his last chance at home. His next physical outburst will not bring him a positive result, and I really hate having to plan for this eventuality, but it is what it is.
Anyhow, a very angry psychiatrist scolded me (yelled, actually) about my refusal to have The Boy arrested during his last outburst.
If I don't have this Civil Defense-type plan in place by next week, and have his therapist report to said shrink, the shrink is dropping The Boy as a patient.
We need drugs. She's the one with the magic prescription pad. So a plan is in the works. I've spent hours poring over websites of possible placements. I've talked to the juvenile probation office, several residential treatment facilities and social service agencies and worried myself silly about all of this.
Due to budget cuts, many services are no longer available (like anger management classes); many residential treatment facilities do not take The Boy's health insurance for payment. It's likely that the courts will determine his fate beyond arrest.
We made a last-ditch effort by having The Boy evaluated for a community-based program that involves having someone visit at home to help us all get along better.
It has a four- to six-month waiting period, due to recent staff cuts.
The Boy thinks I want to get rid of him - and he's had no further outbursts of a major magnitude, thank goodness.
I prefer to think of it as exercising my Constitutional right of domestic tranquility. We're providing for the common defense - I just never thought my own child would be whom I'd be protecting myself from.
This plan is only good until The Boy turns 17 in July - at that point, he is an adult in the eyes of the law - and I will have no say in what happens to him in the event of a physical altercation.