We've had the Intensive In-home Psychiatric Team in our house now for about 4 weeks. Last week the main clinician and the case manager came together. The case manager started out talking about some resources she's found for us. Because this is a temporary service, a big part of their job is to hook-up families with other resources that could be involved...blah blah blah...let's skip to the good part.
The good part is that they both admitted that they can't really help us.
Okay, okay...I know that doesn't sound good. But the point was that there isn't anything they can do to teach us better skills as parents. They can see we are already doing everything we can for him.
And I'm not saying this to brag, or to seem like I'm a perfect parent.
I'm not perfect. I yell. I give in. I bribe.
Taz's issues are not caused by us. Nor are they exacerbated by lousy parenting. We are good parents. We handle him very well. So well that there's almost nothing for them to do except give a helping hand.
I was beaming.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Now. Can you please call our psychologist and tell her that?
And then our psychiatrist?
And also the assholes at the impatient unit in the hospital?
It's such a burden being right all the time, isn't it?