Had a rough couple of nights
This is a hard one for me to post - my wife is much better at expressing feelings in words than I am, but I'll give it a shot.
As I'm sure some of you here know Michiko was in the hospital the past couple nights (nothing wrong - she had a new baby) and I'm not sure if it was the comfort of his mother not being there or something else that triggered it, but Nao hasn't been able to sleep. His room is right next to ours so I can hear him when he cries at night or screams. I'm not sure he went to bed at all last night, but I did wake up and heard him crying at about 3 in the morning so I went to see what was wrong. Well, he wasn't just crying, but he was cutting his arm with a razor, so after taking that away from him I asked him what was wrong.
He turned to me and in the most pitiful voice I've ever heard he said: "They did this to me. They hurt me. I'm tired, I'm so tired but I can't sleep. They hurt me."
I couldn't think of anything else to do but take him to the hospital. When I admitted him I told them it was to treat the cuts on his arm, but later asked the doctor if they could possibly help him sleep. They gave him something at the hospital and he's still there sleeping as far as I know (I'm not there at the moment at home now - I came to get some clothes for him to wear home when he wakes up). They're going to have him talk to a psychiatrist who will probably prescribe sleeping pills (I hate the fact that they're going to drug him) and then he should come home late this afternoon or early evening.
I hate them - the men who did this to him. Where did my son go? This isn't the child I remember raising; they corrupted him! They made him into this scared child who can't even sleep at night! I can't even touch him or hug him - he pulls away even if I try putting a hand on his shoulder or his back. I haven't heard him really laugh or seen a smile on his face that wasn't forced in a long time. He used to be so happy - why did they have to destroy that happiness?
Thank you for listening. It makes me feel better just to get all this out.
May God bless everyone here.
Brian
As I'm sure some of you here know Michiko was in the hospital the past couple nights (nothing wrong - she had a new baby) and I'm not sure if it was the comfort of his mother not being there or something else that triggered it, but Nao hasn't been able to sleep. His room is right next to ours so I can hear him when he cries at night or screams. I'm not sure he went to bed at all last night, but I did wake up and heard him crying at about 3 in the morning so I went to see what was wrong. Well, he wasn't just crying, but he was cutting his arm with a razor, so after taking that away from him I asked him what was wrong.
He turned to me and in the most pitiful voice I've ever heard he said: "They did this to me. They hurt me. I'm tired, I'm so tired but I can't sleep. They hurt me."
I couldn't think of anything else to do but take him to the hospital. When I admitted him I told them it was to treat the cuts on his arm, but later asked the doctor if they could possibly help him sleep. They gave him something at the hospital and he's still there sleeping as far as I know (I'm not there at the moment at home now - I came to get some clothes for him to wear home when he wakes up). They're going to have him talk to a psychiatrist who will probably prescribe sleeping pills (I hate the fact that they're going to drug him) and then he should come home late this afternoon or early evening.
I hate them - the men who did this to him. Where did my son go? This isn't the child I remember raising; they corrupted him! They made him into this scared child who can't even sleep at night! I can't even touch him or hug him - he pulls away even if I try putting a hand on his shoulder or his back. I haven't heard him really laugh or seen a smile on his face that wasn't forced in a long time. He used to be so happy - why did they have to destroy that happiness?
Thank you for listening. It makes me feel better just to get all this out.
May God bless everyone here.
Brian