I finally got my PMs open...hugs to all of you. I went to our first "family" session which was with a counselor in a small office. The facility is trying hard to be upbeat but its very VERY tight security. Thats good. The kids have a very strict schedule and there are about 10 of them there, all adolescents. They have group, individual, meals, free time, a regular schedule of things they need to do and I brought him some more clothes because his stay is undetermined yet.
His father and I met there...we came in separate cars, and sat in silence in the waiting room for half an hour. We were photographed and all our possessions locked up. We walked across the "campus" to where the adolescents were and were brought into a gathering room where some kids were drawing and there was a TV and many tables. We went into a little office and a lady asked some basic questions and was pretty blunt about it all, but thats what we are there for. She went and got S. He hugged us almost grudgingly and cautiously. He didnt say much and didnt respond directly to anything she asked. So I told him that we were here to learn...to communicate better, to let those things go that are hurting us, to talk if not to each other to SOMEONE but to get the pain out somehow.
His dad commented that S was like his dad and "didnt share his emotions with anyone because" his dad said, "he didnt TRUST anyone to know how he felt about anything because "then they would use it against him" so he told no one...or he would tell total strangers he knew he would never see again." He also said, "I am not surprised you didnt share your feelings with me, but Im also not surprised you didnt share them with your mother." Nice. Well, he and I arent separated after 22 years of marriage because he EVER, not one time, shared how he felt about anything with me...his wife. So... I just sat there and didnt say anything.
Im not about placing any blame during this process. Its time to move forward and fix this, and a time for his dad and I to look at ourselves too. So that cant be a bad thing. It might be a blessing in disguise.
I hated to leave him, but he seemed ok there. And I could see he felt safe there.
love, LD