Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Over Medicated

Another morning spent at the county jail waiting to get in to see my son for whatever few precious moments they will allow us to have. Today, his dad got to go with me and I know he really appreciated the new face.

He looked really bad today. He was drooling, he could hardly speak his speech was so slurred and he kept nodding off. I asked him about his medication and he told me they had changed one to a lower dose but the one he has been taking once a day, they increased the dosage and they are giving it to him 3 times a day. This is a medication he has only ever taken once a day. He also told me they have him on a new medication but he didn't know what.

I am at a loss as what to do. For the first time in my sons life I can't seem to help him because all roads to get help at the jail are shut off. The guards at the desk can't help or don't want to and I can't blame them. They have so many people screaming at them all day long, why do they want to hear about my son?

My son is not an animal and I feel right now like they are treating him like a guinea pig and giving him whatever medication they want to give him at however many times a day they feel like it.

They are robbing the life out of my son!

Everyday I run into people who know him, everyday we get phone calls asking us if the news is true and begging us to not say it is. People, my son is admired and loved by everyone and no one believes what is going on. It is very important to understand this can happen to anyone of us. My God! Look around you, people are accusing 4 year olds of molesting other children and yet, a small child doesn't know what they are doing. We are arresting 5 year olds for kissing other 5 year olds and this is what we want our world to be like?

My son's real crime in this was to fall in love with a girl who only wanted to use him until she used him up? Don't believe me? Yesterday in court she actually introduced her new boyfriend to my husband and thought he should shake his hand!! She has run his cell phone bill up to over $400 while he was in jail and has no intention of paying the bill, yet she doesn't feel she should give him back his washer, dryer, couch or anything else he paid for.

Seeing my son today reminded me of those old movies where mental patients walked around with their heads down waiting for death to come, because death has to be better than living in an insane asylum or even jail.

Tomorrow, I will try to reach someone, try to find out what medications he is on, try to talk to his Dr. about this and see what can be done, but tonight, I will continue my prayer vigil and ask God to protect him while he is in jail.

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