Ram From Hell
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I guess I'm sharing this partially to help maintain my own sanity. It seems that some of us here on the forum have had to endure some real challenges in our lives, and this family helps us talk through a lot of hard times.
My oldest son and I flew to Kauai, HI last Sunday, with my wife and youngest son to follow Wednesday. This was us making as much good of a bad situation already, as the trip was to be my oldest son's honeymoon. His GF/fiance of six years just flaked out with no warning just three weeks from the wedding. My son was really shocked and depressed, my wife was as well, having been very close friends with her. We also took a huge financial hit, as little of the several thousands spent were refundable. We elected to buy two more tickets, and have a family vacation so that at least some benefit could be had from the situation.
My wife called Monday afternoon (HI time), and I knew something terrible had happened before she could get it out. She said that something had happened to our son, and the doctors were working on him. They didn't know if he would survive, and if he did, what irreparable damage had been done.
We have since put together a clear picture of what lead up to this.
My son (just 17 this month), his "girlfriend" (a 16yo girl he grew up with, having known her since 6wks of age) and his cousins (one 15yo girl and one 17yo boy that he has also grown up with) had been watching movies until 3:00am or so in my oldest son's apartment above our garage. My son and GF had been on my son's bed, and his girl cousin had hopped on to get comfy as well. Afterward when his cousins had fallen asleep, his GF asked my son if he wanted to make out a little (fully clothed, mind you), and did some very G-rated kissing. AFAIK, these were the first real kisses these two kids ever had. His GF later said that he was very "gentleman-like" about everything. These are two of the kindest, quiet, and polite kids I've known, BTW. Eventually, they fell asleep cuddling together.
We have rules in our house, and they kids knew that they should have separated into different rooms for the night. We don't condone girls & boys of their ages spending the night in the same room, but we understand since we've all been there. My wife and her sister were unaware of it, having long since gone to bed anyway.
The next morning, my niece took my son's GF aside and said that she thought that he'd tried touching her that night. This really upset his GF to hear this, knowing already that it wasn't true as she'd been in physical contact with my son all night, and also because she considered my niece to be a close friend (they text all the time), even though my sister's family lives in Colorado. His GF said there was no way that happened, but my niece decided to call another friend and repeat it anyway. Eventually this allegation got back to my sister-in-law, third hand at best by that time. My wife had gone over to her mother's house for a ladies tea, with her sister and the kids soon to follow.
Without warning, my son was taken into a room away from the other kids by his aunt. She proceeded to explode on him with this before asking her daughter or anyone else as to what might have happened. Much worse of course is that she anything without involving my wife. I don't know how long the persecution lasted, but it ended with his aunt telling him to get showered up before they went down to the police station where he could expect to have to take a polygraph test, and that everyone (his own family included) knew and would be there as well.
Understand that my son has always thought the world of his cousins and aunt, and loved them very much. Know also that my son is a gentle giant of sorts, a lineman for his high school team where his coach can only complain about the fact that he just isn't aggressive. We haven't once heard of him hurting anyone, nor have we ever caught him in a lie. I know that sounds unbelievable, but you'll just have to trust me on this. He has been raised well, and has the utmost respect for others. He is also very sensitive, and two years prior had a couple of short bouts of depression that lead to two "suicide gestures" as the professionals called them, one of which meant a short stay in the hospital. He was treated professionally for these, both with antidepressants and counseling. Bear in mind that his aunt was fully aware of his history in this regard.
My son came out of the shower to find the house empty. I cannot fathom the sickening horror and depression that must have been tearing through him. The shame that he must have felt. The guilt that had been laid upon him. The thought that his family knew. The belief that everyone had turned against him. His world crashing down around him, he wrote a short note explaining of his innocence and lack of worth, and proceeded to swallow what was estimated to be no fewer than 300 pills. It was a combination of acetominphen, morphine sulfate, muscle relaxers, and oxycodone. Sometime not long thereafter, he collapsed unconscious on the floor.
My wife's sister had since arrived at my mother-in-law's house, and informed my wife that my son wasn't feeling well, and wanted to stay home. It was not until some time later that my wife heard by way of her mother that her sister had confronted my son about the alleged incident. Her sister had apparently shared what she thought had happened between her daughter and my son with everyone except my wife.
My wife flew out of her mother's house and raced home. She found my son unconscious and unresponsive on the floor. The paramedics showed up quickly, but it took them an hour to stabilize him. Intubation was nearly impossible, as was starting IV medicine. His airway and veins were collapsing from the effects of the drugs. The paramedic's choice of actions were key in preventing him from dying on site. Once at the hospital, multiple courses of narcam and another to draw the acetominophen from his system were administered. After 12 anxious hours, the doctors declared that the worst had passed, and in 24 hours were able to conclusively say that there was likely no permanent damage to the liver and kidneys.
In the interim, my oldest son and I had managed to catch the next flight out of Kauai. We had three hours time to pack, check out, return a rental car, get through security, get space on the plane, and get on board. We arrived at the hospital within 11 hours of having been told of the situation. Not long after, my wife's sister packed up her kids and belongings and caught the next flight back home. I never saw her, and she never spoke to my wife, even though she had come to the hospital. No one has head from them since.
I am glad to say that things are going well with my son. He was admitted to an in-patient treatment at the hospital. He understood the necessity, and has responded well to it. They have administered no drugs for anything but nausea, and have been very pleased with his response. We are planning on picking him up to take him home tomorrow afternoon.
This entire episode has been wrong on so many levels that my mind has a hard time getting around it all. How is it that someone who has known and loved my son his entire life, knew what a gentle and kind young man he was, knew he had a history of episodes of depression and suicidal tendencies, could tear into him with such venom, hatred and guilt. She has single-handedly destroyed families, and nearly cost my son his life. And for what? A concocted story heard third-hand, originated by her own daughter who has been wildly out of control for the past three years, and has refused to get this daughter the professional help that has been repeatedly recommended by the doctors she's seen. A daughter who has stolen her Harley to go joy riding with friends, lied to everyone around her in astonishing volumes, has nearly been kicked out of school multiple times, and is trying to date guys 18 and older. If this all doesn't scream "GET THIS KID HELP NOW!!", I don't know what does. Yet she listened to and believed her daughter blindly in spite of all of this, and reacted inhumanely to my son.
I have to wrap this up now. It's just about visiting time at the hospital, so I need to get going.
Thank you for letting me share this awful story and allowing me to get some of this off of my chest.
-E
My oldest son and I flew to Kauai, HI last Sunday, with my wife and youngest son to follow Wednesday. This was us making as much good of a bad situation already, as the trip was to be my oldest son's honeymoon. His GF/fiance of six years just flaked out with no warning just three weeks from the wedding. My son was really shocked and depressed, my wife was as well, having been very close friends with her. We also took a huge financial hit, as little of the several thousands spent were refundable. We elected to buy two more tickets, and have a family vacation so that at least some benefit could be had from the situation.
My wife called Monday afternoon (HI time), and I knew something terrible had happened before she could get it out. She said that something had happened to our son, and the doctors were working on him. They didn't know if he would survive, and if he did, what irreparable damage had been done.
We have since put together a clear picture of what lead up to this.
My son (just 17 this month), his "girlfriend" (a 16yo girl he grew up with, having known her since 6wks of age) and his cousins (one 15yo girl and one 17yo boy that he has also grown up with) had been watching movies until 3:00am or so in my oldest son's apartment above our garage. My son and GF had been on my son's bed, and his girl cousin had hopped on to get comfy as well. Afterward when his cousins had fallen asleep, his GF asked my son if he wanted to make out a little (fully clothed, mind you), and did some very G-rated kissing. AFAIK, these were the first real kisses these two kids ever had. His GF later said that he was very "gentleman-like" about everything. These are two of the kindest, quiet, and polite kids I've known, BTW. Eventually, they fell asleep cuddling together.
We have rules in our house, and they kids knew that they should have separated into different rooms for the night. We don't condone girls & boys of their ages spending the night in the same room, but we understand since we've all been there. My wife and her sister were unaware of it, having long since gone to bed anyway.
The next morning, my niece took my son's GF aside and said that she thought that he'd tried touching her that night. This really upset his GF to hear this, knowing already that it wasn't true as she'd been in physical contact with my son all night, and also because she considered my niece to be a close friend (they text all the time), even though my sister's family lives in Colorado. His GF said there was no way that happened, but my niece decided to call another friend and repeat it anyway. Eventually this allegation got back to my sister-in-law, third hand at best by that time. My wife had gone over to her mother's house for a ladies tea, with her sister and the kids soon to follow.
Without warning, my son was taken into a room away from the other kids by his aunt. She proceeded to explode on him with this before asking her daughter or anyone else as to what might have happened. Much worse of course is that she anything without involving my wife. I don't know how long the persecution lasted, but it ended with his aunt telling him to get showered up before they went down to the police station where he could expect to have to take a polygraph test, and that everyone (his own family included) knew and would be there as well.
Understand that my son has always thought the world of his cousins and aunt, and loved them very much. Know also that my son is a gentle giant of sorts, a lineman for his high school team where his coach can only complain about the fact that he just isn't aggressive. We haven't once heard of him hurting anyone, nor have we ever caught him in a lie. I know that sounds unbelievable, but you'll just have to trust me on this. He has been raised well, and has the utmost respect for others. He is also very sensitive, and two years prior had a couple of short bouts of depression that lead to two "suicide gestures" as the professionals called them, one of which meant a short stay in the hospital. He was treated professionally for these, both with antidepressants and counseling. Bear in mind that his aunt was fully aware of his history in this regard.
My son came out of the shower to find the house empty. I cannot fathom the sickening horror and depression that must have been tearing through him. The shame that he must have felt. The guilt that had been laid upon him. The thought that his family knew. The belief that everyone had turned against him. His world crashing down around him, he wrote a short note explaining of his innocence and lack of worth, and proceeded to swallow what was estimated to be no fewer than 300 pills. It was a combination of acetominphen, morphine sulfate, muscle relaxers, and oxycodone. Sometime not long thereafter, he collapsed unconscious on the floor.
My wife's sister had since arrived at my mother-in-law's house, and informed my wife that my son wasn't feeling well, and wanted to stay home. It was not until some time later that my wife heard by way of her mother that her sister had confronted my son about the alleged incident. Her sister had apparently shared what she thought had happened between her daughter and my son with everyone except my wife.
My wife flew out of her mother's house and raced home. She found my son unconscious and unresponsive on the floor. The paramedics showed up quickly, but it took them an hour to stabilize him. Intubation was nearly impossible, as was starting IV medicine. His airway and veins were collapsing from the effects of the drugs. The paramedic's choice of actions were key in preventing him from dying on site. Once at the hospital, multiple courses of narcam and another to draw the acetominophen from his system were administered. After 12 anxious hours, the doctors declared that the worst had passed, and in 24 hours were able to conclusively say that there was likely no permanent damage to the liver and kidneys.
In the interim, my oldest son and I had managed to catch the next flight out of Kauai. We had three hours time to pack, check out, return a rental car, get through security, get space on the plane, and get on board. We arrived at the hospital within 11 hours of having been told of the situation. Not long after, my wife's sister packed up her kids and belongings and caught the next flight back home. I never saw her, and she never spoke to my wife, even though she had come to the hospital. No one has head from them since.
I am glad to say that things are going well with my son. He was admitted to an in-patient treatment at the hospital. He understood the necessity, and has responded well to it. They have administered no drugs for anything but nausea, and have been very pleased with his response. We are planning on picking him up to take him home tomorrow afternoon.
This entire episode has been wrong on so many levels that my mind has a hard time getting around it all. How is it that someone who has known and loved my son his entire life, knew what a gentle and kind young man he was, knew he had a history of episodes of depression and suicidal tendencies, could tear into him with such venom, hatred and guilt. She has single-handedly destroyed families, and nearly cost my son his life. And for what? A concocted story heard third-hand, originated by her own daughter who has been wildly out of control for the past three years, and has refused to get this daughter the professional help that has been repeatedly recommended by the doctors she's seen. A daughter who has stolen her Harley to go joy riding with friends, lied to everyone around her in astonishing volumes, has nearly been kicked out of school multiple times, and is trying to date guys 18 and older. If this all doesn't scream "GET THIS KID HELP NOW!!", I don't know what does. Yet she listened to and believed her daughter blindly in spite of all of this, and reacted inhumanely to my son.
I have to wrap this up now. It's just about visiting time at the hospital, so I need to get going.
Thank you for letting me share this awful story and allowing me to get some of this off of my chest.
-E
I am glad that your son is doing ok and my prayers go out to him and you family
