look at it....obviously, a hospital food tray. specimen cup at the side, plastic fork and spoon, no knife.
no porcelain of any kind. all throw-away.
what do you not see?
no electrical outlets in the room. "safety" door knob, no spigots for the faucet. nothing that can be broken off or torn away - even the curtains were soddered into their fixture.
the other missing object is my son, who has been seeing a therapist for a couple of months now and has been put on meds to help with the voices in his head. night before last, his friend told him she didn't want to get serious, that they were in different places, that she had a great week and felt bad because he didn't and she couldn't bear that burden.
i am not going to get into an analysis/projection of my thoughts on any of that, because sometimes it takes a cataclysmic event (or two) to bring to the forefront something that is simmering below the surface.
he wanted to take his life. he woke me at 2am and told me what happened with his friend and then for the next several hours, neither of us slept much. i went to my morning meeting and received a text from him, asking to call when i get a chance. he told me of his plan to gather up any and all medication we had in the house and ingest it, because he simply didn't want to feel any more.
we spent the next several hours in the psychiatric ER at AtlantiCare in Atlantic City. very professional, we met with doctors and screeners and they decided the boy with the broken heart could be discharged and cautioned that i "should keep an eye on him."
what a day.
day 1 over, day 2 in existence and he's up and playing a video game. already, that's an improvement.
(that's the short of it...more later. i just had to get that out. if you are interested, he is actually writing about it himself...)