I Prayed for a Miracle, Now I Lock My Door Against My Son

supposed to be able to hold it longer because everyone else says you should.

Officer Miller nodded slowly, jaw tight.

“Has he been evaluated recently?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “They put him on a waitlist. Months. Maybe longer. They keep saying there aren’t enough beds for ‘behavioral neuro cases.’”

Tyler made a scoffing sound.

“She’s lying,” he muttered.continue reading …