Monday and Tuesday were a whirl of activity, trying to get accepted into shelter and finding money to keep us afloat. Wednesday, we saw Spane's therapist, and she was concerned about what had happened that Sunday. She said that if Spane ever said anything like that again, that I was to immediately call 911.
As it happened, after seeing Clara, and getting ready for bed, Spane said that he didn't want to go to school the next day, for whatever reasons he may have had. It started into a fight. Spane finally said the magic words "I would kill you, but there isn't anything here to kill you with." I did indeed call 911.
When the police arrived, they were very nice to Spane, and said they would take him to Glendale Adventist. They had handcuffed him, but put his jacket over so they could not be seen. We both got into the back of the police car.and they took us to the hospital.
That hospital doens't have a children's mental health ward, so we waited for two days for a bed at another hospital. There was a guard at the door to keep Spane from coming out of the room. Spane was interviewed by the hospital's on call psychiatrist, and he had some interesting observations.
Specifically, he asked Spane if he was angry at bullies, and Spane said yes. He asked Spane if he wanted to hit the bullies, but if he were afraid. Spane said he was afraid, and then I realized that Spane was hitting me because he knew that it was safe to hit me instead.
I wanted to hit myself on the head! Bullies! Jesus, why had I not seen this way back in June of 2011 when Spane told me about the 42 original bullies in his head. I could have kicked myself for being so stupid!
They were very nice to us at the hospital, fed us, brought in a bed for me, and even gave Spane a penguin puzzle. We watched a lot of television, and played word games to keep ourselves occupied.
Finally, Friday night, Loma Linda called and said they had a bed. Glendale put my son in an ambulance and sent him away. I went back to the hotel.
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