I followed my instincts that the changes my 14 year old son is going through ran deeper than teenaged angst and I made an appointment for him to see a counselor through the County so he could talk to someone. It took two months to get it. We went yesterday, he and I. I spoke for a little about our life now, including the separation, the house, the JWs, the shunning, my husbands alcoholism and his treatment of the kids, my husbands familial bipolar and depression and ADHD...and then she spoke to my son separately. He was silent whle I was in the room, leaning away from me and not looking at me at all. She spoke to him for an hour. When I was called back in she was handing me the address of a hospital, telling me she wanted him to see the psychiatrist immediately, and to expect him to be admitted there as he was and is thinking about suicide!! I felt every cell in my body go limp at those word. I feared they were true and here they were being confirmed.
I took him up to the hospital, still in shock, and still in silence between us, and in the midst of screaming drunk adults, crying kids, handcuffed prisoners and cops, and Baker Acted people...they put my little boy in a gown, interviewed him and took him away to the adolescent ward. He told them he wanted this, I could not make him go but agreed with his decision, and in fact he was trying to calm and reassure ME because I was hysterical by then...but I saw there was a relief in his eyes, like someone was finally going to hear him. They said he might be there 3 or 4 days. :*(
I would cease to exist if anything ever happened to that little boy....life would cease.
Please keep us in your prayers.