But let me back up. Getty left home the week of Thanksgiving at age 17. We kept in contact with him whenever he had access to a phone (and he came home for Thanksgiving and Christmas), but he would not live at home under the few non-negotiable conditions we had set.
Rob and I ultimately decided Getty needed to be taken to a residential treatment center where he would be safe, clear-headed, catch up in school, and get therapy, so we had him transported to residential on January 23rd. The next morning at 5:50 a.m. I got a call that Getty had run away. In the aftermath of a blizzard, with about 2 feet of snow on the ground, he had taken off in the only shoes the center had provided for newbies, flip flops for the shower.
Three weeks later, on that Monday February 13th at 6:00 a.m., we met up with police, a transport team, and a backup chaser (thanks, Skyler) at Getty's suspected location. In the temple a couple of weeks before, I had the impression, "I will deliver him into your hands." Sure enough, Getty was at the location, and we were able to check him into a new—and more remote👌—residential treatment center.
It's been 3 weeks now of residential treatment. Getty seems resigned to the fact that his crazy parents aren't giving up, but he's not super happy and wants his freedom. Sitting through 3-4 therapy groups a day has got to be 5x harder for someone as hyperactive as he is....
Meanwhile, Rob and I are beginning to decompress from many months of stress, conflict, and confusion.
Life.
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