I haven't written in a while because our son has been in the hospital. Ten straight days in the children's psychiatric hospital. The average stay is 3-4 days, and I don't think they believed us entirely that a six year old needed this. But I'm Ima, I've taught special education for nearly a decade, and it is serious if I bring him to the hospital. Ten days later, I hope things are better. I think his diagnoses are more accurate -- as accurate as they can get, between being 6 years old and the DSM being nothing but a series of social constructs. Reactive attachment disorder, bipolar disorder - not otherwise specified, and developmental coordination disorder, plus the history of trauma. I know his medications are slowing him down, which he needs. He needs to sleep, to nap, to rest his bones. I hope they make him feel better internally. He's sad. He's sad and mad and scared. He's six, and he just spent ten days in the psychiatric hospital. He almost certainly thinks that it is because he was bad, and I know he thought we were abandoning him. He is about to start his fifth school in the last two years, and his 8th or 9th in his lifetime. How can he be anything but scared? I don't know that there is anything for us to do, except keep showing up. That is what we did when he was in the hospital -- visiting 3-4x per day. That is what we will do now -- playing games, making snacks, giving hugs, and listening. Listening to his words and his actions. Over and over and over, until 10,000 hours of love replace the 10,000 hours of fear.