Ameri's life has been one of pain, abandonment and loss. She was scarred from birth and she went through a period of dicey choices in her late teen years.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Ameri has Returned Home From the Road

Ameri has Returned Home From the Road

Ameri came home just after Thanks giving. She wanted to have Christmas somewhere other than where she was.

Nothing has changed in her disposition or attitude. She does have soft moments but for the most part she is a "jagged little pill."

"And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance"

She has found work as a dancer in pre-topless establishment. She is no real dancer. She has no rhythm or natural grace to her movements but I suppose it passes for the 21 to 34 blue collar cowboys that go there. She has brought money home and she has come home empty handed. She has called us for rides and she has walked home. She is in a constant state of anxiety and if she is not engaged in something her anxiety builds and sets her off. She has new friends. She is staying around. When she is home she is on the phone continuously setting up her next adventure. We are caught between saying no and trying to ease her through this period. When she is out all night we are unable to sleep. When she comes home at 2:00am she cooks and carries on as if she were the only one here. This has caused several arguments. The argument usually end with her leaving again in the wee hours and walking to Denny's to hang out until dawn or she hooks up. That all came to a head last week and she asked that we take her to the hospital. After an all night ordeal of making that happen, she was finally admitted after she had broken down and signed herself in voluntarily. That was a week ago. Yesterday, Thursday, she was released. We brought her home. She ordered a pizza and breadsticks, called a cab and went out. It is now Friday afternoon. She has called twice to just check in.

"Did you go to your appointment?" "No!" "Are you taking your medication" "No!" "Will you be coming home?" "I don't know." "Will you be going back to that job?" "Yes!"

That is all we know for now.

She has her cell phone on call forwarding to home, so I have been monitoring the calls. I know which to answer and which to let ring through to voice mail.

I don’t know how much longer Mom will allow this to go on.

Ameri's life is a theme that resonates through many teens and young adults. I found this.

Until . . .

Later