My gut feeling

I've known something was wrong with my son since he was 18 months old. I remember him still in diapers throwing a fork at my head. I remember him getting on all fours and crying for 30 minutes rocking back and forth. Then came preschool and the kicking from his car seat to my head while I tried to drive. When I googled "explosive child," I found out what was really going on with my son. My problem was finding a doctor in Florida who would see things the same way. My son is 12 years old now, and I still fight this battle alone. I was recently persuaded to Baker Act him by the "cutting edge" doctors at a psychiatric hospital in Florida. Every morning at 7 am, a doctor (who the parents never meet) comes to your child's room, and screams in his face, saying things like "HOW DO YOU LIKE BEING SCREAMED AT?! HOW DO YOU THINK YOU MOTHER FEELS?! This goes on until the child is sobbing and totally freaking out. I was mortified when I learned of this...but when I tried to take him out, I was told I couldn't. I feel so horribly guilty, I will never forgive myself. Even worse, there are kids in the psychiatric unit even younger than my son...one is only 8 years old. They all get screamed at every day.

I feel like I'm in the Middle Ages. I've done everything in my power to get good help for my son...I think it would have made a world of difference. Every doctor we've ever seen has only made things worse. I am barely hanging on to my sanity. When I read Dr. Greene's books, I cry.