““...Where are the residential treatment/holding facilities?...””
A teenage female with mental health issues has approximately eight years to change her life around before doing something like this, committing suicide or becoming a sociopath. I know this from experience as my own daughter faced mental health issues at this age.
My wife and I pretty much drained our entire retirement account to get our daughter the help she needed. She spent one year at a residential treatment facility which cost us $20,000 a month. And I was out of work at the time. When she returned, she got mixed up with the wrong people and wound up in a police intervention program after she decided suicide by cop was a good option. The program saved her life and the day she graduated was the happiest day of our life.
I’m happy to say, our daughter is happily married, has a great job, and received her college degree in a useful skill. These issues can be fixed, but you really need two committed parents who love each other and who won’t give up on their children.
“These issues can be fixed, but you really need two committed parents who love each other and who won’t give up on their children.”
Thank you for what you did. Nothing could have been more important. I understand how frustrating it is when you are in that position. Thank you for your persistence. I know it was not easy.
I married a woman who had two boys, and I raised them for 14 years. They were so co-dependent upon their mother that they could never find their own identities.
When the younger one was fifteen, he was getting into drugs and porn, so I set some rules. Especially since he was using my computer and it qualified as kiddy porn due to his age. I showed his mother the history on his windows account and then deleted his entire account, setting strict rules on his computer use. The next day his mother didn’t even remember seeing it as her boy could do no wrong.
She left me at that time as she didn’t want me setting rules for her son. I explained that I couldn’t have that behavior in my house.
The state police owed me a big favor and asked what they could do for me, and I mistakenly asked them to drop drug charges against this boy, which they did. He never knew I did this, nor did his mother. (I have an unusual ability to help the homicide detectives when cases go cold.)
His mother forbid him to contact me after the divorce. He ended up committing suicide a few years later. 100% her fault. My hands were tied. I am so thankful that she left me years ago. It was one of the greatest blessings in my life. I was sad that I couldn’t help him.
Thanks for posting. Great job.
That’s right