Opening Up A Can Of Worms

It was a bad morning getting us out the door.  We were just getting into a new routine of Joe being dropped off at the adult daycare in the mornings.  Somewhere the time slipped by, I was running late and the morning was just starting out to be really crappy.

Mid morning I got a phone call from the social worker at the dialysis center.  M called to tell me that Joe was "having a bad morning" and she had found him crying.  After asking him about what was wrong, he commenced to tell her apparently about the bad morning, that I had been yelling and screaming at him and threatening him bodily harm, etc., etc., etc.  Over the weekend, Joe had done something so silly/stupid that I said to him..."Joe Weaver, if you don't behave yourself, I'm going to pinch off your nipples and eat them"!  In his mental status, he apparently thought I was serious and told M that I had told him I was going to "bite off his nipples and eat them".  He also apparently told her that he was going to/wanted to kill me/him/us.

Now, because of what Joe said, M was mandated and compelled by the State of Wyoming rules and regulations to report this "violence".  She apparently called Adult Protective Services who in turn called the police department.  I knew none of this and was, therefore, quite surprised when two uniformed police officers knocked on our door that evening and asked if I was Mrs. Weaver.  I said "yes" and they asked to come in.  Long story short, they said they had been asked to stop by for a "wellness check" for both Joe and myself.  After a few minutes, they realized we were fine, no one was bleeding or dying and left.  Then I got a phone call during the week from the Department of Family Services to set up and appointment for them to come by for a visit/interview the following week.  Wow!  We were now in the system.

Earlier in the day, M felt it her duty to tell me that we needed to make an appointment for marriage counseling and that she would leave a couple of numbers to some places that offered such a service.  And she was doing follow-up conversations with Joe to see what actions were taking place.  This is when I felt things were getting out of control and were not any of her business.

The State lady came the next week and everything went well, I assume since we not heard anything more from her.  I didn't want anyone really getting into our personal background.   And, since Joe had started to talk to M and had the nipple situation screwed up, I had no idea what his poor convoluted mind might think to say.  I did not want to have to tell people about how Joe had acted towards me in the past - the picking up chairs and threatening to throw them at me, the near choking, the throwing the chairs, etc.  I didn't tell her about all this.  I've been afraid that Joe would be removed permanently from the home.  I did explain, and gave her a copy, that I had only discovered a few days before that Joe had been off his anti-depressant pill since he'd come home from the hospital - that it had listed as a "discontinued" medication.  A sudden and "cold turkey" withdrawl off of that drug causes agression, agitation, etc.  So, I deemed that to be the cause of his needing to talk to M about how he had been feeling.

We have gone and spoken to the bishop about our marital stife in all this, but that bishop has now been released and we have a new one.  We'll need to be going to see him and bring him up to speed on our live soon.