A little background: Previously son was prescribed and taking Zyprexa-5, Trilafon-8, Abilify-10 and Adderall. About 4 mos ago he told me he and his pdoc agreed he could come off the Zyprexa and Trilafon. He has been in a steady decline ever since, becoming increasingly psychotic, hallucinating once again, and more paranoid, most of the time not lucid with no insight. I did find out pdoc did not agree to this.
Living with him has been trying to say the least. He reverted back to previous habits such as destroying and trashing some meaningful household items, throwing patio furniture off the deck into the back yard, tore up a front door wreath I had spent hours making, breaking mirrors in his room, painting walls in his room odd colors, placing things in weird places, and we still have to hide our valuables such as billfolds, jewelry, cell phones, etc.
He has had a few restless nights lately, up all hours tromping up and down the hall in his boots at all hours of the night, slamming doors. None of us have had much sleep the past week.
Son shuts down when I try to talk to him with suggestions, in an attempt to get him the help he needs. So yesterday morning I called the Crisis Team to assist. They were called at 11 a.m. and told me the team would be at our home in 1 to 1-1/2 hrs. They didn’t arrive until around 2. Son was in his basement apartment and when he opened the door at my request, he looked horrified that there were two strangers there with me. It did not go well. He would not cooperate, said we were infringing on his privacy, wanted us to leave immediately, even after repeated attempts to gently explain to him what they were there for. He finally briskly walked past us up the stairs with a 3-foot wrench in his hand. I should add he has been carrying that around for the past couple of days, I assume for protection (from what I don’t know).
The two ladies said there was not really any more that they could do, so they left. Ten minutes later the crisis team member called me saying she had reported the whole situation to her boss who told her they must 5150 son, in other words have him committed. So she tells me they will be back with a clinician, sheriff and police backup.
Finally two hrs later the two team members and one clinician show up. I ask her where are the sheriff and police because I know it will take more than them to do this. They had not even called the sheriff or police - WTH that was very frustrating - I insisted on them being there. So they called and now we had to wait again. All this didn’t pull together until about 6:30p.
In the meantime, son was chomping at the bit to leave in his car – his dad had to disable it so he couldn’t drive it. Son accused us of doing that - we played dumb. We had to stall, stall, stall. Son pacing all over the place, inside and out, waiting for dad to get back from the bank to give him money. More stalling.
Thank goodness when all the forces arrived son had retreated to his room and was not outside. Miracle. That went without incident.
I am appreciative of the Crisis Team. I do have frustration, however, on their failure to bring the sheriff and police back with them as they told me they would. We came very close to having a botched effort because of it. And talk about stress – my heart was beating out of my chest the entire time of this lengthy process.
During their initial interview process with me, many questions were asked - it was quite lengthy. I was later disappointed to learn from son that information I had given to them regarding what son was doing and saying was divulged to son, I assume at the admittance process at the hospital. He is sooo angry with me right now and can’t understand why I told people he did those things, even though he did. He denies most of it. I feel like what little bit of trust he had in me is gone. I hope not for good.
Son has started the calling routine wanting me to come get him out right away. Hubs and I are mentally and physically exhausted.