Today is Tuesday and weve been told theres a big multi agency meeting to decide what should happen next. My lovely boy who ive fought long and hard for has been given a social worker. She didnt know about the meeting, his careworker from camhs didnt know about it,nor did education. Turns out it was hosp dr, ward sister,camhs outreach,camhs manager and social worker (we werent invited). Tuesday late afternoon we are none the wiser, camhs passing buck to social worker and hospital passing buck to social worker and social worker trying to blame camhs and hospital. I was just like,what the fucking point was any of that meeting,they got no where and we couldnt tell him any more.
Next morning myself and my mum go to a meeting with social services and we were bombarded with guilt trips over bringing him home to which we explained we couldnt due to keeping him safe and nor could my parents. They told us camhs would see him 5 days a week for support. That was that, then they wanted to kjnow about his education,tonwhich I told them we were trying to sort it out but because he didnt have a diagnosis the shrink could recommend him for medical education,but they wouldnt diagnose till 18yrs old. Vicious circle. We told them we had a meeting with camhs and a camhs shrink at the hospital and hour later and wed let them know what happened.
When camhs arrived at the hospital they wanted to talk to him alone at first and whilst that happened a nurse spoke to me briefly about the email she had recieved from PALS about my complaint. I was told he wouldnt be allowed off the ward alone any longer and not to worry as they would keep a close eye on him. She then proceeded to email PALS to tell them it was now all sorted and fine,which PALS quickly emailed me to tell me…btw,its not ok
Soon myself and my mum were called in to the the camhs shrink ( they dont deserve capital letters) should called shams, any way,the shrink and a camhs outreach worker. The meeting started off and we asked if we could chat without my little man for a while. We explained our fears for my baby and things that were and werent working. The fact of whats happened to him over the last 16 months and that things need to change and go up a notch. They seemed to be taking no notice at all. Then they called him back in even before we had finished, I had warned my man in advance that it might get heated so he wasnt scared. We sat holding hands hoping he was gonna say that he was gonna try medication,to which he started about not diagnosing untill he was 18yrs old, at that point tghe gloves came off and I went for it,” dont you dare trell me we have to go for another 16 months of CBT,DBT,outreach and camhs, dont you dare tell me I have to sit and watching him slice up his other arm,that I have to see the scars saying Im a fuck up in his other leg, that I have to stop him drinking bleach or tying ligatures round his next and trying to hang himself,if you tell me that im gonna seriously lose it”.which tbh I already had,to which he rolled his eyes and said”well we dont like to diagnose untill 18″. To which I yelled ‘ Isnt about time all you professionals down here found themselves some balls and started treating these kids properly? If camhs in other areas in the country can recognise and treat bipolar to name 1 when cant this county? Do I need to move to fucking Leeds to get him well? (Cant remember if its leeds). The Dr had no answer for it. My man had left the room by now. I said,” you keep this up,by this time next year he will be dead and it will be your fault”, he rolled his eyes again and my blood boiled. Dr says” weve spent a bit of time with him and we dont think his mood swings meet the criteria for bipolar but he might have emerging personality disorder, and you need to know that he needs to self harm safety “. That was it,I went bang,” if hes got emerging personality disorder the fucking treat him and diagnose him so he can get education, No one we know believes that,we believe he hgas bipolar and dont try telling me the text book stuff cause its a crock of shit. Hes not a trext book,hes an individual and thats how you should treat these kids,and dont tell about safe harm as I used to do it,youre talking out of your backside” he rolled his eyes again,that was it,the finger came out and I pointed” will you stop rolling youre eyes at mne,youre hearing some home truths and youre just bering bloody rude”. He stopped and I did say to the lady there,” im sorry aboiut this,you know im dead chilled,we have done everything you have ever asked us to do and trusted you but enoughs enough”. I then turned back to him” weve done it your way for 16 months,if youd tried him on meds when we were told you were in Nov 2015 none oif this MIGHT have happened, I never though Id be begging a childrens Dr to help my child,a Dr who meant to help kids get better and im having to beg you to give my child some medication to see if it will help him”. He looked at mne and said ” fine,ill try him on some medication to see if it helps,and nurse,hes fit for discharge, talk to socal services” and with that he was gone…..i was like “bye then”. I felt mentally, physically and emotionally drained. As we walked up the corridor through the ward to his room people just looked at me. I went into his room to tell him what happened for him to say ” mum,we could hear you up here,in my room,passed the nurses station”. I was very embarrassed. Any how that night ( Wednesday) they start him on his meds,Thurday more meds, to which my boy over hears a chat mentioning his meds,to which he says ” thats the wrong medication, im not meant to have that”. Panic stations for nurses,phone calls,blood tests and no one told me,it was left for my worried lad to tell me! Fuming much.