|Chaz being pinned|
One day to my horror we found out Chaz was transferred from Phoenix Children's to an unknown location. Even worse, he was transferred by police escort. My son was considered a danger even though he never laid a finger on anyone. Being he was 18, my hands felt tied. I remember it being late at night by the time I tracked him down. He was at an urgent psychiatric ward to stabilize him until they could find another place. I felt so helpless because he was an adult and all I had was Medical Power of Attorney. I desperately wanted him out of there but by this time he was so tormented and out of control, I didn't even know how we'd be able to handle it.
I grabbed my papers from the file and headed late at night to the ward. I'd do anything whether it was waiting outside the doors to sitting in the rain. Just to be as close as I could to Chaz. I saw a buzzer at the front door in a downtown building in a shady area and pressed the button. Thankfully, someone answered and said that Chaz was indeed there and they are just working to stabilize him. They PROMISED me that I could come at 7am when it opens and speak to a nurse about his care and they'd listen. I was happy with that and walked away exhausted, into my van, and drove home. I curled up in my bed and cried.
The next morning I waited with my legal documents by the front door and the second the door opened I was inside asking to speak to someone. A man came out who seemed compassionate, thank goodness, and spoke to me about how they are stabilizing him. To my amazement he told me they were IMMEDIATELY taking Chaz off the Zoloft. He asked me why in the world the hospital was keeping him on it being he showed every side effect possible. I replied, "thank you SO MUCH!" I knew he was in safe hands and hoped and prayed this was the answer. I knew it didn't answer everything but at least to emotionally stabilize him, I was grateful for that. He did alert me that this was a temporary place and eventually he'd have to transfer elsewhere. Well, my son may be 18 but at his state, he was extremely gullible. I hoped they wouldn't send him to an adult facility where he would be in danger by other patients.
Two days later the ward called and said it wasn't a good place for him and they'd probably be transferring him to another facility. I asked what he was doing wrong. He was offering to pray for people and share scripture with them. It was too invasive. What??? Yes, in his psychosis state he was a bit obsessive but he wasn't aggressive in anyway or hurting anyone. I looked up the facility and was horrified. It was one of the worst in the state and was not safe for him there.
After that phone call I put my face into my blanket and screamed and cried at God. "Why, God?! Why??!!" I didn't want my kids to hear me sob. So I dried my eyes for the hundredth time.
I raced back to the facility to ask to speak to the nurses. Thankfully, this time two ladies sat down with me and asked a lot of questions. They were extremely compassionate and asked me to get guardianship of Chaz so I can choose a facility. They asked me where I DIDN'T want Chaz and I told them. They promised me they'd keep him away from there. Thank goodness! Oh, how I ached to give Chaz a hug but wasn't allowed to even see him while he was admitted there.
Eventually I got a call that he had been transferred and to my relief it was a beautiful facility and it was for month long care. Now, if only we can see a change in Chaz for the better as this place also agreed that Zoloft had been hurting Chaz. They said the longer Chaz was off of these meds, the better he'd get. Oh man, and we were praying. At this new facility they said I could come do an intake and be with Chaz for two hours. I raced there with his belongings, locked up my personal stuff in a locker, and anxiously waited in a white, blank room to see my him. Chaz came walking in a few minutes later and we held each other for a long time. Finally, I could see where Chaz was mentally and evaluate him myself.
BEINGS as he was seeing in the other hospital. Okay, so it's not all psychosis that was causing this. He literally had a woman talking to him and she followed him to this place. Now I'm ticked because this demon was messing with my son's head big time. He was too weak physically, emotionally, and mentally to fight it. He was extremely confused. How and why was a woman named Elizabeth claiming to be his spirit wife and how was this door opened? I have picture evidence of this along with video but am not going share for Chaz's privacy.
They brought in food for Chaz and the one area his brain was stuck on was his diet. He's always heard me talk about eating healthy and he absolutely refused to eat anything with carbs in it. Chaz was extremely skinny and I had to show him each item on his tray and what vitamins were in it. I also explained that some carbs are good, we just shouldn't eat in excess. The nurses had trouble getting him to eat but I told them to just do the same and he'll eat. When I left my heart broke being torn away from him again. My visiting time was up and I was told I could only see him on certain days within a certain time. Talking time on the phone was extremely limited but I always called him right on time to get every minute I could.
Several weeks later Chaz was released into our care. We were VERY worried he would not be able to handle the stress in our home. We are a large family with 9 children in our home and we foster 4. Chaz was still healing and my parents stepped up and offered their home as a temporary place. Wow, we were incredibly grateful and I knew the quiet would be very good for him. He was also on several different types of meds for mental issues.
Now, think about this. Here is a picture of my son in his right mind, happy, playing sports with his dad not long before this all went down.
|Chaz pinned down on bed|
|Chaz in catatonic state and not able to respond|
|Chaz extremely skinny|
|Common responses when you question NAR teachings or any false doctrine|
|Bay revival is the SAME as the old Brownsville revival from before.|
Just a different name