How it’s going


K:  Do you want the good news or the bad news first?

Me: Just go ahead and give me both.

K:  I’m in a hospital gown because I was picking at some old cuts.

Me:  What’s the good news?

K:  I got my homework package today.  Can I come home?

Me:  You know I’d have to stay up all night to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.

K:  I know.  But I just can’t help it.

An hour or two later.

Coordinator:  K’s been pretty unstable still.  Her moods go up and down so quickly.

Me:  Tell me, did she pick at old cuts or make new ones?

Coordinator:  Made new ones.  She didn’t want me to tell you so I wouldn’t stress you out more.

Me:  She knows I need to know the truth.

Coordinator:  She’s been taking the other kids’ CDs and breaking them.  She’s pretty sly too.  She puts the pieces in the desk drawer but hides a few pieces so we think we have all of it.

Me:  She knows how to play the game, that’s for sure.

Coordinator:  She even admitted to us that she had been planning on lying to us and telling us she was ready to quit so she wouldn’t have to go to RTF.

Me:  She wants an overnight visit next week.

Coordinator:  I wouldn’t recommend that until she could go at least 2 weeks without hurting herself.  Right now she can’t even go 2 days.

Me:  I wish I could wrap my head around all of this…