wouldst thou join me on the dance floor?
The doctor had many nice things to say about our son. He was a pleasure to work with. He was cooperative and patient. He had a sense of humor. He worked hard and without complaint. For seven hours, she observed … Continued
The day my son was hospitalized for suicidal ideation, he was wearing a graphic t-shirt. It features a pixelated video game character he loves, frozen in a jaunty pose. The shirt went with him from one hospital to another, along with his … Continued
The last time I was nervous about taking my son home from the hospital, he weighed around eight pounds. He was nearly hairless and his conversational abilities were limited. When agitated, I soothed him with milk and swaying and sometimes … Continued
My son is still an inpatient at a psychiatric hospital. He is safe, he is taking medication, and he is getting therapy. He will come home soon. I have a squad of friends and family praying for him and for … Continued
They had my son empty his pockets. He took off his socks and flipped them inside-out so they could see he wasn’t harboring anything under his arches. He was handed a pair of maroon scrubs and told to put them … Continued