One Day at a Time

We finally get some of the loan information in - I sign the paperwork and fax it back. So I know exactly how far in debt I am now, but we still don't know exactly what the monthly payments will be. All this, plus having to get the new roof and gutters, and I'm not expecting much of a raise (again). Diane is going to have to start selling a lot of houses!
Things start to return to normal in the house as well. The youngest boy moves into Katie's room (no reason for two boys to share a room with an empty bedroom next door) - but I'm having a real hard time cleaning out her stuff.
Mike

Just Breathe

I've heard the advise before, and given it myself many times, but so often we forget this in the middle of a crisis, or when we are overwhelmed. Just Breathe. In and Out. A couple of deep breaths and everything becomes much clearer.
We finally talked to our family rep, she seems very nice. The plan is to talk to her every two weeks, alternating with Katie's therapist. Our regular calls then with the rep will be on Thursdays. She says to expect to get in a Parent Orientation Guide in the next few days, this will help explain a lot. In addition, the Parent Co-ordinator will be talking with us, and going over the guide with us as well.
I explain to the FR about the package on the way, and she says not to worry, she will be fine until it gets there. Katie is fine and safe. She is also quite angry, and doesn't know why she is there. Katie is in Orange - basically orange colored scrubs to designate the lowest and most restrictive level. She is not allowed to talk to anyone else in orange, and must be with a buddy at all times. She scared her 'hope buddy' (another, higher level girl) by not responding at all (the older girl had this happen with another girl who had actually gone catatonic - so this really upset her), so Katie is on 'staff buddy' - meaning she has to have a staff member present with her at all times.
Mike

D-Day

Try as we might, we couldn't sleep. The time seemed to tick by so slowly. At last we saw a car pull up across the street. A couple got out, we opened the door and greeted them. First they got her backpack. They wouldn't take the suitcase, that would have to be shipped. I noticed the handcuffs on their belts.

I took them upstairs, woke Katie up, and they introduced themselves to her. I then went back downstairs. In about fifteen minutes they all came down, and they took her directly to the car, putting her in the backseat. I bent over the front seat to say goodbye - she doesn't say a word and pulls away, shooting daggers from her eyes straight into my heart.

We double checked the paperwork, including letters from both me and her mom to be given to her enroute. And then they drove off. As they go, we suddenly realized that she was wearing her flip/flops and didn't have her tennis shoes - but it was too late to stop them.

We got a few hours sleep. The house was very quiet. Diane got the boys off to school, letting them know what happened. I was still off work, so I spent the morning getting everything together and shipped off a box for her with clothes and bedding - and her sneakers.

The house was strangely quiet - yet there was a feeling of relief in the air as well. I waited through the day, finally getting a call that they had dropped her off, and had no problems traveling. The school should be calling soon.

It is senior night at the football game, so we had to go and get pictures taken with my oldest son. Of course, this is when the school calls - she was safe, she was very angry (not unexpected) - and where are her shoes? They will call back on Monday.

My head is swimming. So much, so fast. They said I got the loan - where is it, how much is the payment? What next? What do we do now? I know she is safe, I know this is for the best, but I still am lost.
Mike

T-1 and counting . . .

It took some effort to get all the paperwork together. We contacted a transport company - and borrowed some money from one of Diane's friends to pay for it. During the day on Wednesday Katie wanted to go back to her old middle school to visit her teachers. She didn't know she was saying goodbye.

Things were in motion. I was scared. I was having doubts. They were coming to get her tomorrow. So I asked her to go to bed at the same time as her brothers. She had a meltdown. One of her biggest. I ended up restraining her for well over an hour - it was only because of biology that she finally gave in - so that she could go to the bathroom - though the door must remain open with me outside of it. She then finally went to bed - I sat outside her door until she was asleep.

Diane had been talking to the boys during this - letting them know that we were resolving the situation - just wait a bit. We put the dog in his cage. At about 10:00 we headed to bed with the alarm set for 2 am. We couldn't sleep even though we were exhausted. And the clock slowly ticked on.
Mike

Now what do we do?

The tension in the house went up immediately. Diane stayed in our room, so she didn't have to encounter her. Katie slept all morning every day that week, and I didn't try to wake her early. I spent a lot of time on the phone. Kris Webster, from teenhelp called me, and we started talking. I filled out an application, and we got approved for a loan. We just beat the deadline to get her into Tranquility Bay in Jamaica, as they are no longer going to make loans to schools outside the US. But on further research, I decided that I'm not ready to send her out of the country. That leaves Cross Creek that has therapy programs.
Mike

Picking her up

Before picking her up, I looked desperately everywhere for help. I found a couple of sites to ask for information and I ask. I sent off a few emails. I called work, and told them I'm taking a week off (luckily I had plenty of vacation time saved up).
I drove to Indianapolis to pick Katie up at the airport. Her mother has only told her that she was coming back for a visit - even though she didn't know her return flight she thoughts she was going back. The drive was not too bad. It didn't take me long to notice the scars on her hands, which she had tried to cover up with makeup. She had been cutting again.
Mike

Phone Calls

I enjoy playing games with miniature figures - so I entered a local tournament. Then my cell phone starts ringing. And ringing. It is my ex, and then her mother, and then Katie, and then my ex again. Things aren't working out suddenly. From good to horribly bad instantly. She is coming home. No discussion, she can't handle her any more. She has supposedly stolen over $1500 from her mother. In the end, she was being put on a plane the next day to come home. And I didn't have any idea what to do. The irony is I won the tournament. Yipee. Now what do I do?
Mike

Summer 2005

The house was quiet. It was peaceful. There wasn't constant fighting and yelling. And when I talked to Katie on the phone - things were going great at her mom's. She was helping out at her mom's work and helping to take care of her three half-brothers. I got one call when she was frustrated, and knew that things weren't quite as rosey as they sounded.

She got enrolled in school there. Got involved in the local church. Was an assistant on the volleyball team. Again things sounded good. She wasn't going to use the return ticket home.
Mike

Winter 2005

Katie was in school, but wasn't going to class. Every day she would spend time in the nurses office, or in the counselors office. I was getting called at work about her every week.

In April, she grabbed her pills and took a double dose. Not knowing how dangerous this was or not, we called 911. They took her to the hospital again, and this time admitted her to another treatment center on the north side of town - a forty-five minute drive to visit her every day, sometimes twice for therapy. They did not have any halfway program - she left there and went straight back to school.

The calls kept coming. Every day was getting worse. Then the school called one last time. If she can't stay in class, she can't be in school - she is just too disruptive. She had done enough work to be promoted, but she wasn't allowed back that year.

Her mom said she would take her. I wasn't at all sure about this, but I had no other alternative at the time. So she flew out to Albuquerque, with a return ticket in August.
Mike

Fall 2004

"Dad, I need a ride home".
"Ok, where are you?"
"At the hospital"
"Why are you at the hospital?"
"Christie is here - she won't wake up"

And with that we discovered she had been huffing lysol. Her friend did wake up a bit later, and they laughed about it. I wasn't laughing. We had been on waiting lists to get her in some therapy, but we couldn't wait any more. We called a local youth treatment center, took her in for evaluation, and they admitted her. She admitted to drinking a lot, and being around pot (getting contact highs but never smoking). She admitted to stealing money from Diane's purse and from her brothers. She got out of the treatment, and moved into the half day program for a few weeks. We got her in to see a psychiatrist and therapist, and he started monitoring her depression medicine.

We thought things were working, but a few weeks later she had a complete meltdown, threatening suicide. She was so out of control that we ended up calling 911 - they took her back to the hospital and admitted her again. Modifying her meds, they rushed her back out because my insurance was about up (only allowing 30 days lifetime for mental health inpatient treatment).

We kept her going to therapy, but things are home were not getting better. Eventually Diane had to completely break off any contact with her - they existed in the same house but did not speak, to avoid them only yelling. We thought it might help to have her visit her mother for Christmas, so we sent her for a couple of weeks. It didn't change much - and she came back and things were the same.
Mike

Spring - Summer 2004

Diane gets a job as a secretary, but tries to spend as much time as she can with the kids. They are getting old enough, and finances are tight enough, that I finally take the youngest ones completely out of day care before and after school. Katie is in girl scouts, and seems to have some friends, one of whom is in her younger brother's gifted program. But tensions are starting to rise at home. Their mother suddenly calls out of the blue but that call disconnects quickly. Katie does a *69 and gets the number and her mother claims that her cell phone dropped the call. She starts talking to the kids, sometimes every day.

When school gets out, we realize that Katie is too old for any program to go to, and too young to get a job. She ends up spending most of the time with her friends. I don't care for the 'Goth' look to several of them, but they do seem polite and nice. Katie is getting more volatile with everyone else, but her relationship with me is still pretty good. Then I get that fateful phone call.
Mike

In the beginning . . .

There was void and the earth was without form. Oh, not that far back. Something relevant. I was first married on July 25th, 1987. My first son was born in February of the next year, and we moved to Ohio. Katie was born in July of 1990, followed by two brothers in 1992 and 1994. It was in 1994 that the next door neighbor went to jail for eight counts of Gross Sexual Imposition involving her and three other girls (including his own granddaughter).

Thanksgiving of 1997, and my marriage was breaking up. I stayed in a hotel for a couple of weeks, then came home and the soon to be ex took the too younger boys the Florida for Christmas. Superbowl weekend came, and a big blowup.

On January 27th, 1998 the sherriff showed up at work to get my keys, telling me I couldn't go home. I had been accused of domestic violence. Five months later I finally saw my kids again. Two months later my ex gives me custody of Katie and her older brother, and she moves to Albuquerque with the two younger boys and her boyfriend. I see the younger boys for two hours at Christmas. June 8 1999 the divorce is final, I am given custody of all four kids - I fly to Albuquerque to pick up the younger two as soon as their school is out.

May of 2002 I buy my first house, and June 7 2003 I marry Diane. She moves down from Minneapolis to Dayton a month later. There are (understandably) some rocky times, but things seem to go well. The kids haven't heard from their mother in over a year - she claimed to have moved. Life goes on.
Mike