For background see
this thread.
OK, yesterday things went from bad to impossible. In the morning he seemed not to bad when he first woke up. He promised to be good and go to school. I went to work. Then I got the predictable phone call saying he didn't feel well and didn't want to go. He described symptoms of a sore throat. I've got an ear infection so I can sympathize and I did hear through the grapevine that something was going around.
Nevertheless, I asked his sister how he looked and she said he looked fine and he had certainly looked fine when I left. I told her to send him along to school. Moments later I got a phone call - it was him screaming that I didn't care and nobody cared and he hung up. Then he phoned back with more of the same. I told my daughter to call his mother (she lives next door) to come over and help out. More phone calls, then suddenly everything settled down.
Then I got a phone call from my daughter saying that James had emailed a suicide note to all his friends. My partner reported that James had shown him where he was cutting himself.
I phoned Emergency Children's services to arrange for an appointment and got everything all set up. James refused to go. They said there was no point in bringing him in (to that particular clinic) if he didn't want to come. I booked another appointment for the next day (ie. today) for them to come out and talk to him.
Thinks settled down a bit and he agreed to go to cadets and had a good time. When we came home he played computers for a bit but then gave an argument (as usual) about going to bed. My ear infection had been acting up all day so by 1 a.m. I gave up and told my daughter and her boyfriend to get him in to bed and I went to sleep.
Then, from what I've been told, the real chaos started. He woudn't go to bed. He couldn't cooperate with anything. He got outside and tried to run away. He got ahold of a knife somehow and started cutting things. He broke a window. He threw the lawn furniture around. He threw some firewood around. From the looks of it, he tried to start a fire in the firepit.
Finally, somehow or other, they got him into bed.
I booked off the day, called him in sick, sent his mother to bed (she works night shift) and I've been cleaning house in preparation for the home visit from Children's Emergency Services. They were supposed to phone an hour ago for an update, but haven't, so I thought I'd write this out primarily to organize my thinking.
Wish me luck.