I don't post a lot in this group, but I am so distraught this morning. My aunt, whom I am currently living with, came into my room at 9 p.m. Tuesday night and told me she had forgotten about one of Aarons appointments and had to open. She did not come out and ask, but she was hinting that I would be the best transport for him to the appointment. I knew it was his counselor, and they canceled the last two appointments so I agreed. Now Aaron and been giving me an attitude for some time now. Thursday he refused to take his meds, so he did not go the movies with me and his brother. Saturday, we went to the library then Church and had a Great time, but he threw a fit on the way home. Monday he began to yell at me and claim that I only cared about his brother. Tuesday was bad, but we got through it.

Wednesday morning it was up to me to get him up and ready, well he did not want to get ready. He did not want to get out of bed. He did not want to take his meds. So I called my aunt, his grandmother and told her and that he was not going to play on the computer since I had to leave him to take the other two kids to school. When I came back he was still not dressed in front of the tv, no cable though. I tried for an hour to get him ready. Finally I took my stuff to the car, went back in, left the door open, locked it and found him hiding under the desk. He was still not dressed, but I picked him up and carried him out to the car. He threw a fit about his shirt and shoes so I kept the door locked and went back in for them.

Came back out, threw him back in the car and took off. At the first stop sign he tried to bolt and I stopped him. He wouldnt let me listen to the radio and almost wrecked us once. He called his mom, grandma and aunt complaining that he had no shirt or his book bag that I was the devil. I never got mad at him or anything. He had a shirt, but it was his brothers. We get to the counselors and the family had called her. She asked him if he was giving people a hard time, he said no. I shook my head yes and he began to kick me, in front of her.

After the appointment we stopped by my aunts job and she got the meds down. I then took him to school after going back to get his bag. He was pissed. His mom called to find out what happened and we talked. She wanted to place him back in a mental hospital and I said she should try counseling more than once in a while. Well after everyone got home, they talked and decided to get him back in the hospital.

At 7 last night mom showed back up, with a cop and they hauled him off to the hospital. He is in lock up and they are trying to get the meds worked out, finally. I just feel like this is a little extreme. I am so upset. His brother and sister were not dealing with it well last night as we had them at the house and Roy spent the night but Zoe wouldnt settle down and mom had to come get her.

I just hated seeing Aaron in the cop car, tears rolling like a river down his cheeks. I am so tired of all the drama.