So Today was a day that I can bet won’t ever repeat itself. At least that’s what I’m hoping.
It was really a pretty slow day. 8 hrs, 4 calls, nothing serious–well, that depends on your definition of serious. Calls 1&2 were run of the mill.
Calls 3&4… Well, they make me wanna hurl.
Dispatched code 3 to an Elementary School–on a psych. 11 year old girl who wanted to kill herself. She has made suicide gestures, had a plan(posted on myspace.com) and was very, very depressed. She’s FUCKING 11 YEARS OLD! What the hell is going on here? What happened to 11 year old girls playing dress up, house, reading cute books with pink covers and harassing little neighborhood boys?
To make it better, Dad(the sperm donor) could care less and wouldn’t be coming to the Hospital. Mom–well, she’s in prison–obviously more part of the problem than the solution.
Her aunt is the only one who seems to care enough to come… So she’s getting checked into a Pediatric Psych unit on a Mental Health Hold and she’s all by herself. Why do I see this ending badly. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, or next month. Eventually though the system will be done failing her and One of us will get to scrape her off the floor somewhere.
Call 4. Code 2, same god damn school. Apparently they have a hold on the niche for kids with overwhelming psychiatric issues.
This one is 10. Yeah, that’s right. 10 god damn years old. He is “diagnosed” (by an overwhelmed, over-eager family practice Doctor, no doubt–not a psychologist or psychiatrist(Don’t get me wrong. I love doctors. They are smarter than me. But Family Practice doctors have as much business diagnosing and treating mental illness as I have treating cancer)) with ADHD and Oppositional Defiant Disorder(my fav… so he doesn’t like authority… find me a kid who DOES).
He decided teacher was pissing him off, so he kicked, screamed, bit, clawed, spit and threw a chair at him. Then the principal. Then PD.
I told him he had to go with one of us. Either with us in the ambulance with cool toys or the Police car with Handcuffs and a spit hood. He calmed down(like most people do when confronted with this situation) and walked out with us. Mom was no where to be found. She is an aide at another school in the district and was on a “personal” day. PD and school staff tried to locate her at home, friends, family. No luck.
One of the more memorable parts of that call–asking if he knew what meds he took. Benedryl. Every night. What could that be for?!?!?! Hmm…. Good Night.
What are our kids being thrown into psych facilities so often now? Case 1 was legit. She needed help. Case 2 needed parents who actually parented. We are failing our kids. We’re failing the future. I’m actually scared out of my mind about it.
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