The Dad left at 7:30 a.m. to head to the hospital to do a family session and bring Sissy home for an overnight therapeutic leave. By 1:00 p.m. on the trip home, Sissy was raging, self-harming, screaming, using threatening language, it was a mess. He called from the cell phone and I could barely hear him over her screaming. I called the hospital and our CBAY team. He made it home (god only knows how) and I'd already ushered WG and AB to their rooms with doors locked. I met him in the front of the house and after forcibly removing her from the vehicle, got her to her room where she screamed for another thirty minutes. I've kept her within arms reach, she's bathed, I gave her a DIY haircut, we're repacking her bags with some seasonally appropriate clothing and getting back in the van within thirty minutes. I have to have her back at the lobby no later than 8 pm or I'll have to call the after hours number to admit her back in. Hey, it's better than police and an ambulance escort back to the hospital, that is, assuming she's deescalated enough to make the 2.25 hour trip back with me.
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