Great turmoil for me and my family here. Things pretty much under control for now, but it’s going to be shaky for a while.
Some of you know I’ve had problems with my middle daughter for years. On 1 April, she drifted into some kind of deep delusion and starting seeing dragons, hearing voices, and thought she was some magic player in a great battle of some new Golden Age.
She emailed me to come get the twins “NOW” early in the morning. I don’t always check my email before work, but this time I did. The first thing I thought of was that she was going to hurt them if I didn’t go there immediately.
To make a long story short–she was about as out of it as anyone I’ve ever seen. I tried to lead the discussion to real things with no success. Eventually Cindy came over, and later that day we drove over to our house. My daughter was expecting an invisible friend to spirit her away at sunset, but when he didn’t show, I tried to get her to go to the VA because they have a mental health doctor in their emergency room.
She refused and eventually started doing the Linda Blair routine from the Exorcist. If she could have green-pea souped me, she would have. Sounds funny, but it is quite alarming when someone does that to you. We had a neighbor come over to witness the event, and she was talking to her priest on the phone with things turned worse. Before the night ended my daughter was arrested. At the time, I considered it the worse night of my life, some of you might have read my facebook posts at the time.
The next morning I tried to get her involuntarily committed to no-avail, as she hadn’t physically hurt anyone or tried to commit suicide or said to me that she planned to do either. In spite of being told by several people to leave her in jail, I bailed her out and successfully convinced her to come with me the VA. After an intense few hours, she was seen by a doctor, but they kept me out of the room–people got rights you know–who let her walk after less than an hour. My stress level was quite high by then.
However, she came out acting calm, a faux normal. What else could I do? I brought her home, our 20 year old daughter was there with Cindy and the three boys. Things seemed fine, I wondered if the doctor talking to her had somehow helped–hard to understand this stuff–so I took a chance on going to work for Friday afternoon.
As I got home from work a few hours later, she was attacking Cindy. She was arrested again.
The 1 year-old’s father came over the picked up the baby. He also wanted the car we’d given my daughter a few months ago. The car’s in her name, she’s been living with the guy, he has driven the car to work–I didn’t have any legal option to prevent him from taking it. So he took the car.
He said he loves the baby and wants to care for it. As far as I understand this process, the father’s rights trump the grandfather’s right in this state.
But the twins don’t have that option–if I don’t protect them, there’s nobody else.
Cindy has a temporary restraining order against Amanda. And I filed a restraining order to keep her away from the twins, which also gave me temporary custody of them. In addition, Child Protective Service has started an investigation.
We have our first of many court dates in less than two weeks.
She was in Bossier Max until last night. According to the bondsman who called me this morning, she pledged the car we’d given her a few months ago as collateral for the bond.
This has been a long ugly story. Stemming when she ran away from home, two-weeks before her 18th birthday while I was Saudi and up to the attack on Cindy.
Even with your children, you have to drawn the line somewhere.
I’ve drawn the line at her physical attack on Cindy.
You can’t trust anyone who can switch from “normal” to explosively violent at the drop of a hat.
Hopefully, Amanda will seek the mental health help she needs, get well, then press on with her new life.
So, except for that, everything here is normal.
Oh, I’ve lost 20 pounds in the last week. I call it the stress diet, but I don’t recommend it for anyone. Good thing I started off so fat.