The Good:
My son came home Monday night! Woohoo! We were able to have a nice talk during the car ride home from the hospital. It was just he and I as my wife was at home with our daughter. We were able to discuss many things during the car ride including him going back to school on Wednesday. Going back to school is a huge anxiety point for him, but he was able to handle the conversation very well. The rest of Monday night went smooth. Tuesday had minimal issues at home during the day. He actually used Kelso's choices to stop fights with his sister from escalating.

The Bad:
Tuesday night was a different story, but it ended ok at least. As we were watching a movie, my son started to get giddy which is one of his warning signs that his mind is working overtime on something. When bedtime came he started to get very emotional about school. It escalated very quickly from 'I'm going to have a bad day' to 'why am I even alive' among other things. Once to that point there is no talking with him. He can't rationalize anything. Instead of talking about school I just asked him to go to his room and calm down. He just wanted to keep telling me about why it was going to be so bad, but I didn't acknowledge those comments. I stuck to my guns and calmly told him that I could see he was upset, but that there was no pint discussing it because he was so upset. I also told him that it was bedtime and he needed to go to his room and maybe try his DT box and that if he didn't go to his room, we would need to talk in the morning about a punishment. After a few more attempts of trying to provoke me into a conversation he went to his room and screamed and became destructive for 15 minutes or so. Things then got quiet and a few minutes later he came out and asked if I would do a Mad-Libs with him (from his DT box). We did it and he was able to laugh a little and seemed to be a little more calm. I was able to get him to bed soon after. My feelings were all over the board from being overwhelmed with yet another incident to being proud that in the end he was able to calm himself down. Overall it wasn’t too bad (we have had much, much worse).

The Ugly:
That would be me. It’s now Wednesday morning and I slept like crap. Must have been tense last night because my back is really bad and I can barely move. Who cares though. I can always take a few ibuprofen for that. I am just hoping my son does well today. I just called home. He is getting ready to go to school. He is running a little bit late, but I am just happy that he is going without blowing up. He is far from happy, but at least he isn’t having an episode. I told him that I was proud of him for using his DT box last night and that I hoped he had a good day. I didn’t get much of a response, but I am hoping for the best. Hell, I’m even hoping for marginal.