I'm so scared for my son. He's only ten and now has been put in an inpatient psych hospital for PTSD and depression. My reasonable self says I had no choice, but my traumatized self is screaming inside. I keep remembering when I was "committed" after two days of beatings and rapes and what that "recovery" was like. Now I'm reliving that confusion, fear, and humiliation all over again. I can't help feeling resposible, in part, of adding to my childs pain. I can barely type I'm shaking so bad. I want him home. It was awful today telling him he has to stay in this horrible place for at least 10 more days. He screamed, begged to go home. He just kept crying and saying he was sorry, and that he was so scared and begging me not to leave him. Then the nurse came in and pulled him away from me. I can't say anymore, it hurts.