My son was escorted out to the car today by his teacher. Yes, I felt like driving away as fast as I could before they could reach me.
We've been having a lot of difficulties lately, and yes, it's mostly my fault.
He's been taking risperdal since he was 5150'd and dragged off to a mental institution in the back of a cop car 2 years ago. We were so desperate for help that I didn't question the drug very much. That is, until he gained so much weight that I barely recognized him, became lazy, and honestly, it wasn't really helping the behavior very much. But no one would listen to me. I complained to more doctors than I care to admit to, begged for help, and usually left their offices in tears because no one would take my concerns seriously.
So I weaned him off the drug. It took several months of slowly lowering the dosage, but he's been off it for a few weeks. He's still taking prozac, though. But the calls from school are increasing. I don't know if it's because he was in a school that was little better than a mental institution and now he's in mainstream, or if it's because the medication was helping after all.
I started looking online for other medications, and I think I found one that I feel comfortable trying. I'm pissed that no one told me, or was aware, that risperdal should NOT be taken with prozac. It's one of the major drug interactions that the company warns against. Things like that are supposed to be caught by doctors, nurses, and pharmacists. Not one. Not one person cared enough to protect my little boy, and I failed to hold them accountable.
I'm so very tired. I don't want to fight anymore. It's just a loosing battle. Even when I know where the attack is coming from, I'm completely helpless against the onslaught.
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