I spoke to the psychiatrist this morning and got a proper update at last. LB has been much calmer since the first week, is undergoing continuous assessment and they are hoping to adjust his environment, rather than change him, to reduce the triggers to his aggression and anxiety. They are planning for him to return to school (for his non-school based week) after Easter and are hoping that he will agree to stay at the Unit, informally, at the end of this section in a couple of weeks time. The core ingredient during this time will be information gathering, past and present, from his family, school and the unit team.
What.a.relief. That sounds a sensible plan. And she sounded lovely.
Ten minutes later, Rich asked if I’d looked at the photography book I’d got for Mother’s Day.
“Eh? What book??” I said, looking over at the shelf he was looking at. WOW!! I’d completely forgotten about it. Mother’s Day was obliterated this year, as I’d scuttled up to Manchester early to get away from a raging LB. A long nine days before he was admitted. “Fab! O.M.G. What day is it????”
“April 3rd. Wednesday.”
“OMG!! I’ve got my hot rock massage today at 10.30!!!! Gotta scoot.”
“So today’s all about you is it Mum?” chipped in Rosie, ‘working’ (Candy *cough* Crush) at the kitchen table.
“Yep, bloody right it is.”