Hospital

The facility is an adolescent unit.  It seems to be primarily servicing teenage girls likely with eating disorders.  My son is one of a couple of boys.  The patients are easily identifiable owing to their lack of shoes.  Two reasons for that - to prevent fleeing and because of shoelaces (get it?).

The presence of girls is irrelevant to my son as he is quite wrapped up in his own situation.  He has been hospitalized for about 5 days so far.  The first 3 were more or less uneventful.  He was pretty well-behaved.  He sounded a little over medicated as they were feeding him a lot of Haldol.  Much more than he was getting before.  They decided to switch to Navane and that seemed to go OK.

During one visit my wife off-handedly indicated that my son was likely to be home by the end of the week.  That appeared to give him ideas and he seemed to decide that if he really misbehaved he would get home even sooner.  Of course, that logic only makes sense to him.  But the net result was an 18 hour period during which he attempted to flee, attacked staff and other patients and acted out in many ways.  He was restrained and put in isolation.  They don't mess around there.  He was given more Navane, benadryl and Adavan all in an effort to calm him.

We spoke with him and made clear that he would be there as long as needed.  That we did not know when he would be released.  That it was all up to him and his behavior.  Maybe that helped, maybe not.

He was back to being somewhat calmer next time we visited.  Now they are thinking about trying Risperdol again.  I'm thinking if they want to experiment then that's the place to do it.  They are also looking into non-stimulant-based ADHD drugs.

Another Specialist Speaks

The holiday season provided us with a gift.  Owing to a cancellation, our February appointment scheduled back in August with yet another world-renowned expert was moved up to yesterday (Thursday).

Our son was in tip-top form: agitated, upset, violent, non-communicative - a full stage show complete with scratching, pinching and screaming. After he settled down a little, he did say to me "I want to go home". My wife had to take him home after about 20 minutes. My son took no comfort in being at the clinic and apparently was quite upset about the situation (maybe that specific one or his own or both).  I sat with the Doctor and gave him the background, answered his questions and described the situation.

The doctor said that my son's situation was unusual but not unheard of. He shared the following:

1. My son's brain may be in a state of flux right now. This could be somewhat natural changes or perhaps heralding a permanent regression of his capabilities
2. The medications that have specific and well-known effects on "normal" brains have different effects on "spectrum" brains and it is good to use low dosages and slowly raise them. He liked our approach.
3. If my son's brain is undergoing some sort of change then we are treating it using medications when it is in a state of flux and the effect of medications becomes even more unpredictable. If we think my son's condition has stabilized (at awful) then it might be valuable to go back and try the anti-psychotics again - low and slow. He said that in his experience, anti-psychotics of one sort or another are the ultimate solution.
4. He thinks that Neurontin is OK because it is well tolerated but noted that it is mild in it effectiveness. He thinks Depakote might be a better mood stabilizer even though it requires blood monitoring.
5. He thinks higher doses of Klonapin might be helpful (3,4 or 5mg).
6. He thinks the MRI is a good idea if only to rule things out.
7. He thinks genetic testing might be beneficial if only to identify chromosomal or genetic anomalies that might be able to point to a specific treatment regime.

Like some of the others, he was not wholly convinced that the death obsession was the root cause and may have only been the straw that broke the camel's back - meaning this was inevitable anything could have triggered it.

He was nice and thoughtful and did his best not to shrug his shoulders and say "I dunno".  He said he would be willing to confer with our psychiatrist and even see my son on an ongoing basis or every now and then if we thought it would be helpful.

Sadness

I may have never experienced quite so deep a sadness as I am today. 

Today is my son's 16th birthday.  We are coming on a year of devastatingly reduced capacity and engagement.  It has been a year punctuated by trials of tens of medications, reducing his freedoms, limiting his travels, shrinking his world and generally taking his life away little by  little.  There have been bathroom accidents, violent outbursts and unprovoked attacks, limited or no conversation, no engagement and limited hygiene.  We're having his braces removed because he stopped brushing his teeth.  We have given him a "medic alert" bracelet because he wanders and does not speak.  He's having an MRI because we don't know what else to do.

One year.

Wasted.

Lost.

I am tired of this and I want him back as he was. Now.  What has he done to deserve this torture?

More Aggression

We're starting to see a little more agression.  He attacked Mom at a school meeting today as he paced about the room while she explained his situation.  He grabbed a book and smacked her on the head.  I think that this might have been a response to her descriptions of his current state and how he didn't like it.  It could have been random, too, but somehow that seems unlikely.

Interestingly, he started 200mg of Neurontin the evening before.  I am wondering if he is showing more aggression as he starts thinking more clearly and being more upset about his situation.  That is what one might call an overly optimistic take on a depressing situation.

He supposed to take 100mg/200mg Neurontin (morning/evening) for 3 days and then switch to 200mg/200mg.  We are supposed to keep the Remeron at 30mg per day.

Remeron & Neurontin

An eventful week.  On Wednesday my son hit his teacher and was expelled from school.  This, of course, is the special special ed. school that is supposed to be able to deal with him in his basically non-functional state.  So he's stuck at home until Monday. The psychiatrist suggested we start the Neurontin and keep up with the Remeron.

So he's still taking the 30mg or Remeron (once a day) and the 100mg of Neurontin (Gabapentin) twice a day. He seems marginally more at ease but he still paces, wanders and talks to himself ceaselessly. He hasn't been aggressive to us but that is not really predictable. It could happen anytime. He has started to do things like look at workbooks (math, reading, etc), try to sit down and color and wear old clothes that don't fit him. He has no ability to focus on any of these attempted activities but I think he's using them to try to get back in touch with "his old self".

The most obvious effect we see from the medication (the Remeron, I guess) is that he sleeps at night. It is not clear to us we are seeing anything else as a direct effect. It might be the case that his attempt at activities is a hopeful sign and a result of the medications but it's hard to tell.

Six Days of Remeron

We've seen sleepy but that's about it from Remeron so far at 15mg.  We'll be upping the dosage and seeing what happens.  So far my son has been pretty much the same.  On the positive side, he has made some efforts at self-care, trying to microwave some soup for himself, taking a little more care in toileting.  On the negative side, he was extremely aggressive today, doing a lot of attacking and squealing, throwing and banging.  Still completely non-communicative, pacing and perseverating although still responding to verbal commands that require no verbal response.

Three Pretty Good Days and then Back to Crap

We experienced three pretty good days Wed, Thu and Fri in which my son was lucid and conversational and engaged.  He woke up Saturday muttering, pacing and non-responsive.  Same today. This certainly sucks.  We have a couple of aggressive and violent outburst but mostly he sleeps when he's not pacing and muttering.

Curious Event ending in Heartbreak

Yesterday my son woke up and was basically lucid.  He was a little low energy but was conversational and engaged.  He went to the orthodontist, had a 50 minute procedure and was cooperative and even happy.  He spent the day doing some chores that he would usually do like feeding the cat, cleaning up after himself, going to the grocery store.  He was on facebook for a while.  He cleaned up his room and put things back in order that he had thrown or discarded in anger over the past few months.  There used to be a lego phone in his room that I had to remove because he smashed it during a tantrum in which he said he was going to call the "notorious teaching aide" and tell her that she's stupid.  While cleaning up his room yesterday, he asked me where the phone was.  I said that I put it away because he was smashing it up.  He said that had no memory of doing that.  He asked that I put it back.  He went to sleep by himself yesterday evening and slept most of the night

 

When he got up this morning, he told me it was too early.  Then he switched over to  talking to himself, pacing and being non-communicative.  One good day.  That's all we have.  I put the lego phone back into hiding.

 

He's been getting the 37.5 mg of Effexor morning and evening.

Heading to a Dead End?

My son had a sort of rough weekend.  He was mostly non-communicative and often aggressive as we tailed off the Fluvoxamine.  He slept little Saturday night and eventually really fell asleep around 6am.  He awoke at about 2pm on Sunday and was quite lucid and conversational.  He helped himself to food and cleaned up after himself and went on facebook for a while.  This lucidity lasted for a few hours and towards evening, he then regressed to being non-conversational.  He had a few moments of lucidity during the evening and one moment of serious aggression.  He slept OK. 

 

When he woke up, (well, when I woke him up), he was again mostly non-communicative.

 

Because of his late start yesterday, I didn't start him on the Effexor until this morning.  I read on the web that this drug is the chemical equivalent of electroshock therapy and that it is a drug of last resort.  That last bit has me worried.   

Out with Fluvoxamine

We've been tailing off Fluvoxamine and instead we will switch to Effexor.  Looks like the "black box" warning on Cymbalta has led to this reconsideration.  My understanding is that Effexor is like the electro-shock therapy drug.  The last great hope, as it were.  If this does nothing, I don't know what we do.  As usual, whilst tailing off Fluvoxamine, we saw a little bit of lucidity. My son slept restlessly all last night and then at 6am fell asleep for real and woke up around 3pm.  When he arose, we got some conversation and interaction from him. He did a few normal independent person things (ate, made some Quik, colored a bit) but after a couple of hours headed back to muttering and incoherence including screaming and aggressiveness. By my calculations he has between 33% and 10% of the dosage level of Fluvoxamine in his bloodstream.  We'll start the Effexor tomorrow.  37.5mg.

Circles

A few days of progress and then a few days of regress.   It's positively maddening.  He's off the Geodon.  It must be completely gone.  He was quite communicative all week although quite focused on death. He got a little oppositional at school but there was some learning going on. Not a lot but some.

He's still on 25mg of Fluvoxamine.  On Friday he started getting quiet and muttering.  When he spoke he said some insightful things like "I have been wasting my life".  I tried to build on that and explain how to move on from that and not waste his life anymore.  He's not ready to receive that yet.

There was at least one evening filled with anger toward the dreaded aide. This resulted in the destruction of an old portable keyboard device (He had this to help him compose before he had a laptop). It also resulted in many scuffs and scratches in his door.

He attacked me once but not with the vigor of days gone by and without any resulting bruises or scratches.  He was also consolable.

Last night he was awake all night talking to himself about "the aide".  He slept briefly in the morning.  He ate a bit and is now sleeping soundly.

So...what now?  What happens the rest of the week?

And guess what, I think our other cat is sick.

More Words

Yesterday there were 4 violent outbursts.  Blind rage and anger at the now infamous teaching aide.  I got in his way and was clawed, scratched, kicked, hit and almost bitten.  Each time I wrestled him to his room where his tantrum continued, highlighted by door kicking and shrieks and tearing of paper and notebooks.  I was convinced the Geodon was to blame and wanted to drop it to 0mg (from 20mg).  The Psychiatrist suggested that the withdrawal side effects, even from that low dosage could be problematic.  I agreed to cut it to 10mg (by cutting the capsule in half, tossing the powder from one half and giving the other half to my son).

This morning when he awoke, my son was still muttering and pacing.  He followed instructions as usual to come and eat breakfast.  I sat and watched him in silence.  He looked at me and said "Daddy, your eye is red."  And indeed it was from my rubbing it to disperse some minor irritation.  Never have 5 words excited me so.  The he got up and walked around some more.

He then approached our house guest (who perhaps is owed a blog of her own) and said "I love you" and had a short conversation with her about death.

I looked in his room and saw that he attempted a floor puzzle.  In addition, he seems to be trying to color a little - and keeping in the lines, too.

He's still pacing and muttering (the usual phrases) but there are 4 faint glimmers of hope in a single morning.  Yet the day is long and just now started....

Two Weeks of Low Levels of Geodon

I have requested behavioral logs from the school where they are tracking my son's activities.  This week he had a short period where he did math but otherwise, paced in class, slept in class, muttered endlessly and lashed out aggressively about 4 times. At home, I saw very short glimmers of real interaction but mostly pacing, muttering and a couple of meltdowns.  Yesterday evening was particularly bad and included two situations in which he needed to be confined to his room and when inside he banged on the door and tore up paper, screamed and squealed.  The subject of the anger was the now notorious teacher's aide.

 

WARNING: Amateur Pharmacological Assessment follows

 

He's been on the Geodon for about 2 weeks now.  I worry that although the sedating effect is helpful if the aggressive outbreaks are a result of it reaching some sort of steady state in his bloodstream.  His behaviors are similar to what happened with other anti-psychotics. I also wonder if the glimmers of interaction are a result of the Fluvoxamine.  This is all "gut" feeling-based.  In light of this, though, I wonder if we ought to drop the Geodon and increase the Fluvoxamine to the next dosage level (50mg?)

Why?

As I type this out, my son is in a rage about the words of his teaching aide.  He is marching around his room screaming, grabbing things, jumping and sometimes crying.  Her words, once the rhythm of his perseverations, are now just sounds, distorted by his anger.  "Yoo",  "Choo", "Yoo"....

He got out of his room when I gave him his Geodon (now raised to 30mg) and he marched down to his computer, tried to log on to facebook, to, I believe, rage at his former aide online.  He was unable to focus enough to do that and instead grabbed the laptop and proceeded to bite it in frustration.  "She's not the computer" I said.  "She's not here".  "She's not me!" I said when he grabbed me  "Yoo!"..."Choo!" he continued screaming.  I was able to direct him by pulling him and pushing him back into his room

What has he done in his 15 years on this planet to deserve this torture?

Stable at Awful

We kept our son home from school on Monday because he was aggressive and non-functional. He was having tantrums and screaming and hitting.  I sustained some bruising and scratches in one of his blinded-by-rage attacks.  His anger was towards that teaching aide who told him of mortality.  The teaching aide spoke to him about this several months ago but in his drug-free state it became a target of obsession.

In an effort to relax him (Sunday at 4am), I gave him a very low dosage (25mg) of Seroquel (an anti-psychotic we had in our substantial collection of pharmacological paraphernalia) mostly to get its side effect (sleepiness). It helped him sleep. I told our psychiatrist what I did, expecting a stern rebuke.  He said it was the right thing to do and said to continue (I'm putting up my "Doctor" shingle, right now)

My son is now very passive and not having tantrums or acting aggressively towards others or his things or himself. He is back at school but not engaged.  The Seroquel is no longer assisting in his sleep as far as I can tell. He is mostly awake all night, pacing and talking to himself. No screaming, no hitting. During the day he talks to himself. His talk consists of repeating the phrases his aide told him over and over again but without the angry outbursts.  So the Seroquel has taken the anger out of his obsessive perseveration but has not broken that habit. He responds to commands but will not engage in conversation. He hasn't broken his obsessive patter for several days to initiate any conversation.

We are in a bad place.  The good news is that things are not getting worse.

Meltdown

It's been about 8 days with no Prozac.  While generally things have seemed pretty good, tonight was as near a nightmare as I have experienced.  During the day, my son was lethargic and uninterested.  He slept pretty much the whole day.  Ate a lot when he was up.  Asked a lot of questions about death.  I got him to leave the house with me for some errand running for a couple of hours but that was as engaged as I could get him.

It seems though that there's something about nighttime that emphasizes the awful.  He started having tantrums.  Loud, near violent ones.  He was throwing pillows and hitting the walls. He broke a lampshade.  When I got near he would grab me and grip my arms or legs and squeeze. I was able to shake him off (but not calm him). I couldn't get him to answer why he was so upset.  I couldn't even get him to acknowledge that I had asked a question.  He was going on about how he was mad at some teacher who told him that everyone was mortal and going to die (about 8 months ago).

I had to lock him in his room.  He is calm right now but I feel like he could explode at any moment.  At some point, he will fall asleep.  I hope.