I do believe I have mentioned before that you people out there that have stuck to reading this blog are my therapists. You truly are.
It is ten to midnight right now. My phone just rang and I see on the screen it says VIHA, our island health authority. For a moment my heart stopped. The only thing that means is Monte is in trouble. Normally I would keep this private for his sake but my heart is still pounding and it is too late to call anyone to help me calm down. So I am sharing with you guys.
I answered and I get asked a ptsd causing question, 'are you Monte's mom?' This has happened twice before and both times were not good.
It's funny but when he left today I was worried. He has on what can only be described as a dramatic black light coat, long and swingy, black tight jeans and a black t-shirt. He wears a black brimmed hat. And he is carrying what is quite obviously a female black purse. I gently suggested that because he looks so different he may attract negative attention from idiots. He poo pooed that and said he wasn't in the least worried. Such bravado. His size kind of makes him less cautious and overly sure of his ability to protect himself.
When he came onto the phone he kind of gave me a disjointed jumbley statement or too. What did become clear immediately was that he was picked up and taken to the hospital by the police for his own safety. I guess he was being harassed and somehow he became nervous, he mentioned that word a number of times, and I don't know how the police got involved. Either he phoned them or bystanders did.
Now at the hospital they (he thinks it is he) have made the decision to hold him there for observation and what he called a health check up. And for all you doubters out there they are holding him under the mental health act.
The one thing that totally stands out is how cooperative he is being. He is completely agreeing to staying there and going through whatever they determine is necessary. And I have my fingers crossed that Dr. Scmidt his original psychiatrist, the most amazing doctor out of all his doctors he has seen, is still the hospital psychiatrist and he will see him.
My precious car is still at the quay full of stuff including his phone and a new air conditioner still in the box. Lol!!!! Monte Monte Monte. I am going to get a mug made that has Life With Monte written on it.
He was very calm and almost happy to be up there. He stated that HE decided he would stay there and get a checkup done. Thats when I heard a pretty loud male voice state in the back ground that they were holding him under the mental health act. He seemed to be okay with that.
But what he mostly talked about was how amazing and wonderful the police were. They super liked him and offered him to come work for them. He couldn't get over how amazingly well they treated him. The one thing you can count on Monte to be is polite and friendly.
So now I am dead curious to what the heck happened down there. His feelings are going to be hurt. He is pretty sensitive. And this folks is why I have to live with him, at least for now. My poor Monte. Life just isn't fair sometimes. I have kind of been holding my breath every time he has left the house...which is every day. I kind of knew it was a matter of time before something like this was going to happen. I will find out more tomorrow.
So thank you for listening. My heart has settled down and now I am trying to not let my hopes get too high that we can get some mental health for him that he would agree to. It's a roller coaster for sure. I am so grateful to all you folks. I feel heard when I post here. It's kind of amazing actually. I will get back on here as soon as I know what happened and the outcome. Thanks for Listening and Talk To You Later.
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