<p>Recieved a phone call at 2 AM one Sunday this past May: “I am being trashed on Facebook”</p>
<p>Then a text a few hours later “I was seriously delusional when I called you before”</p>
<p>Ended up picking him up the following afternoon and he is now finishing his degree at home. No reoccurrence of the psychotic episode, thank God, which apparently was triggered by alcohol and too much Adderal. There is conflict still, but we are working with the professionals and taking it day by day.</p>
<p>Oh my. Glad things are getting better.</p>
<p>From an e-mail:</p>
<p>Used the galoshes today, saved my life. XXXXXXXX got hit by a snowplow, but she’s okay.</p>
<p>DD: I dyed my hair today–it didn’t come out like I expected.
Me: How did it come out?
DD: Well, parts are bright red and my highlights are orange.
Me: (Thinking–those highlights I paid so much for???): Bright red like, um, Raggedy Ann?
DD: Exactly. But it’ll be gone in 6 weeks.
Me: (Rapidly calculating number of weeks till spring break): Uh, that’s good. Maybe you can buy some hats?
DD: Want me to send you a photo?
Me: NO!</p>
<p>MommaJ–my S has a good friend who always has highlights in her hair of a color nature never intended…violet, blue…I figure, she’s a good person and it’s just hair. It grows out. :)</p>
<p>From my teenage daughter this morning: </p>
<p>Me: “Hello?”
Her: “Mommyyyy… ahhh, boohoo, uhhh nooo, gasping… loud crying…” CLICK.
Me: “Hello?” “Hello?”<br>
Me: call her back immediately, twice, no answer.</p>
<p>All’s well that end’s well, see the Say it Here Flipside thread. :)</p>
<p>Yikes, some of this is just :eek: Keeping fingers crossed that mine will be as harmless as these two:</p>
<p>“Will one stamp work for mailing a letter to Canada? I put 4 just in case”</p>
<p>Nope, one might not do. Last time I checked, Canada was not in the US. 
After many-many-many texts it turned out that it was a large card that requited 4 stamps. D did just fine.</p>
<p>And yesterday… “Mommy, my friends name is misspelled” We are talking about a plane ticket reservations here! Yikes, who provided me with the names? I used cut and paste feature so I would not mistype the names!! The stupid website crashed on me 3 times because it is really hard to enter all of the required info for 6 travelers in 5 minutes! Luckily for me, the airline agent listened to my pleas and changed the reservation at no charge!</p>
<p>You are lucky you had a sympathetic agent. I lucked out once as well–somehow the reservations I made did not have the correct full name of the passenger & he had to beg & wheedle the agent until she finally allowed him to make the change w/o charge “due to his STUPID boss.” She had repeatedly wanted him to send an official change of name official form that was published in our local papers & he kept saying his name has NOT changed, just the boss messed up. After some commiserating, it got changed.</p>
<p>Received Tuesday night from S1 in Chicago:
“Shuttle caught in drift. Awaiting rescue. :D”</p>
<p>D is in Europe this semester. A couple days ago we received a phone call at 5:45 am–caller ID says “U. of XXX” (D’s school)
H and I are bracing ourselves to hear some really bad news about D–H answers the phone and I’m starting to imagine injuries, illness, death, disaster. . .</p>
<p>The call was a recorded message from the home campus “Classes canceled today due to ice storm. . .”</p>
<p>Whew!</p>
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<p>Adderoll in significant amounts can simulate the effects of methampethamines. I’ve personally seen friends in psychotic states induced by adderoll and alcohol can only make it worse. If he called himself “delusional” he might have been in a psychotic state and probably experienced terrifying hallucinations (at least that’s what has happened in my experience). I am only telling you this in order for you to seek the proper treatment for your child. I hope the “professionals” you mentioned understand that his Adderoll abuse is probably FAR WORSE than just using it to do assignments (which is usually why the drug is abused). The friends that I have who did experience psychotic episodes while under the effects of adderoll were also involved with other heavy drug usage, particularly cocaine. I know nothing about your situation but felt that it reminded me of a VERY VERY terrifying experience that I dealt with firsthand and wanted to ensure you understand the potency of adderoll (which is commonly seen as an easy way to study, perhaps as dangerous as Ritalin, when, in reality, it is worse when heavily abused).</p>
<p>Doncha love it when they scare you to death before giving you “ehhhh?” news? Still can’t get over the time the police called me & told me they had recovered our stolen car. Last time I had seen it was when H had driven off to work that morning & it scared me terribly until I asked them what made them think it was stolen? Sometimes you wonder about the brainpower of some of these folks?!?!!?</p>
<p>Was very scared when the school campus cruiser called us very late at night/early am as well, trying to locate my D (who must have given them our phone number for some reason). For some reason, couldn’t sleep after that until after we had contacted her much later that day.</p>
<p>Well, got one of those famous phone calls from each of my kids, stolen wallet. Later, D called to ask the funds be moved from checking to savings as someone had fradulently used her USC debit card tho we tried repeatedly to cancel it & report it stolen. ARGH! Automated system that just wouldn’t not work & no warm body to speak with. Had to make a series of additional calls to report the theft. <sigh> It created more drama and took much more time than we had expected.</sigh></p>
<p>How could I have forgotten to post D’s experiences?</p>
<p>About two weeks ago, our phone rang around 5:15am. H answered and I heard him say, “A break-in?”</p>
<p>That was beginning of a nightmare series of calls. If you live near Ohio State and watch the Channel 10 news, D has been interviewed twice.</p>
<p>She awoke that first morning when she heard footsteps in the hallway outside her bedroom door in her apartment. She assumed it was a roommate until she heard the bathroom door and linen closet door being opened and closed. She doesn’t wear glasses or contacts and she was wide awake when the intruder pushed her bedroom door open. She got a pretty good look at him before he shone a flashlight in her face. She yelled angrily and he ran downstairs and out the door.</p>
<p>She made the mistake of calling the non-life-threatening emergency number. The police went to the wrong address, got no response, and left. They did not call her cell to follow up. Meanwhile she called us. She eventually called the police again and an officer came out.</p>
<p>Later that day a detective called her because she had gotten the best description so far. Apparently this guy had been in other women’s apartments 17 times! He had a master key and was exceptionally quiet so most of the women were awakened by the flashlight shining in their face. He had always left when they yelled. The detective also told her that the intruder had gone back to some of the places more than once. </p>
<p>The landlord installed a chain and a door opening beeping alarm the same day it happened. The guy tried to come back the next morning!! But the chain held. D and her roommate called the police again. Later that day a news reporter interviewed her. </p>
<p>Last Thursday she came home in the evening to find stuff had been stolen: laptop, iPod, small TV, and box of DVDs as well as similar items from the roommate. She called the detective again and the news people came out and interviewed her again the next day. </p>
<p>On Friday an arrest was made. The guy had the master key with him. Did you know that every key manufacturer has a master key that opens every lock they make? They are supposed to be hard to obtain, of course.</p>
<p>A lesson we have learned: Keep the serial numbers of your laptop and iPod in an easy to find location. We have replacement value renter’s insurance. D’s roommate didn’t have insurance. 
Also, have a door jamming pole and a chain on your door, but realize that any deadbolt that can be opened with a key means someone can come in when you are not home.</p>
<p>It has been stressful to be 400 miles away.</p>
<p>MaryTN-What a terrifying incident! How is d coping?</p>
<p>Holy…er…cow! Has your daughter been able to relax, MaryTN?</p>
<p>Thank goodness your D & her roommate weren’t physically harmed! ICK–what can you do when the burglar has the master key? Wow! Sure makes apartments a bit scarier!</p>
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<p>So happy to hear that your daughter and her roommate are safe. Just as an FYI, our homeowners insurance policy covers our DS’s property while he is away at school, even though he lives off campus. Your daughter’s roommate should inquire whether her parents’ policy would cover her losses.</p>
<p>MaryTN - very sorry to hear that. How is your daughter feeling?</p>
<p>My daughter called us last semester about a peeping Tom. We were trying to figure what she should do. Ultimately, she and her roommate decided to move to a new apartment with doorman. Our daughter was very upset by it. I could imagine how you must feel about your daughter’s incident.</p>
<p>My story never got quite to the phone call level, just text message level. </p>
<p>I woke up Thursday morning and, as usual, went to my computer to see if there was any overnight news being reported worth reading about. The breaking news headline is 'Gas Explosion in Pennsylvania kills 2". I’m thinking to myself, Pennsylvania is an awfully big state, the likelihood of this event being anywhere D2 is in the >1%. So I have to dig into the story to find out that this explosion actually did happen in the city where D2 goes to school, but again, I’m thinking, this is an urban area with several suburbs… the chances that this is anywhere near D2 are maybe >25% now. So I dig some more and find an address, google it and find out it’s about a mile from D2’s apartment. But it’s also in an area that she passes by sometimes in her car when out running errands, so now I start to panic. I read further into the article and find out it happened very late the previous evening and am now realizing if she’d someone been anywhere near it when it happened, I would have heard something… bad news travels fast. So not sure if she was even up yet, I texted her to make sure she was alright. She responded right away that she was, that she hadn’t been at home when it happened. She’d been at a sports bar for a senior class night that was about a mile on the other side of the explosion site from her apartment and the music was so loud they didn’t hear anything. However, when the bus was bringing them back to campus, they did have to drive right past the fire. </p>
<p>I’ve since googled the address of that explosion many times and stared at how close it was to D2’s apartment, and it shakes me up every time. Read tonight that they FINALLY found the source of the gas leak.</p>