Ds has always been troubled. He was always a bit emotionally immature, he was always a bit anxious. When he got to secondary school he started self harming and being a lot more unhappy so i reached out to get help for him. When he was around 15, he had 10 sessions with a counsellor that i paid for privately and I thought it made a difference to him and I naively thought the problem had been addressed (and ds said it had).
I went away for work around 6 months ago and left ds and elder dd together (which I have done before) and came back and found ds in a state because he had self harmed again (badly). He then told me the counselling had made no difference, he had continued to be very unhappy and he didn't know what to do.
I arranged for him to see a psychiatrist as at this point, I felt he needed some sort of diagnosis.
Since then, it's like I've lost my child :(. The psychiatrist won't talk to me as he says he only has to inform me if ds is in danger and ds now doesn't talk to me (when he did before) because he says he's been told he doesn't have to tell me anything (which is true I know).
he's told me they have put him on medication - he's on the highest does of fluoxetine possible which is making him completely exhausted. In addition, this week, they have added an antipsychotic which is making him like a complete and utter zombie. I actually have no idea how he is going to go back to school on Wednesday. I've asked him and he says he is 'fine' and he will be 'fine' for school. I've suggested he gets a haircut for school and he's said 'he will tell me when he's ready to have his haircut not when I say he needs one'.
I honestly don't know what to do. I asked, gently, why he was on an antipsychotic (he told me immediately when they prescribed it) and he says it's to get rid of the sad feelings. I've checked the dose he's taking and it's massive! Apparently the psychiatrist told him to start on one tablet twice a day but to increase up to 3 twice a day if the feelings were still there so that's what he's done.
I am honestly despairing today. I'm sat at work but I could cry :(. I wish the medical system would just let me know what is going on with him - I understand that once they are a certain age, they don't have to tell you but this is a child still, living under my roof, dependent on me, and I have absolutely no idea what is going on!