“ I knew I needed help, but getting it was another thing. My life was getting more and more out of control, but I kept telling myself, “ tomorrow will be different”, but it never was. Besides, why should I give up the good life when I know my parents would bail me out of any trouble I got into or better yet, would give me even more if I stay out of it? Despite the collectors harassing me, friends using me, my college suspending me, I still had my parents. They were “superparents” at solving my problems and righting my mistakes. Yeah, life was good. Always had been. Until…they had enough.”

“Just after my son was admitted to the local hospital for his raging behavior, I was told that he’d probably only be there for about 2-3 days and that residential treatment would be in his best interest upon discharge. My husband and I were not quite understanding what the case manager was saying. Why would they release him so quickly without knowing what is really going on? Then to be told on top of it that he shouldn’t come back home to the one place where he is loved, but we should consider sending him to a “residential facility”? This was so alarming and confusing to us. We didn’t understand any of it.”