This is our story and why I need your help.
Heather and I took our son in to the hospital with the intention of signing our son in for mental health issues chest pain, lack of sleep and hearing multiple voices in his head. It got really bad so we took him to the hospital. We went to administration, when there we asked to see the Mental Health nurse (we were told by lots of people that she would be able to help us) and we were told yes we will let her know.
They put a band on Martin's arm and told us to go to the next station. When we got to the next station I asked to see the mental health nurse and was told, yes we will let her know that you want to see her. While nurses doing their stuff with Martin I went back to administration and asked to see the Mental Health nurse and was told, yes we will let her know. I got back to Martin just as the nurses finished doing their exam, told to wait for the doctor. An intern came instead asked a lot of questions asked Martin if he was hearing voices, the intern made eye contact with me as I was nodding and saying yes. When the intern was done he said that we have to wait and he will send in the doctor, I asked him to help us see the mental health nurse and he said that he would tell the doctor.
While we were waiting to see the doctor I went to the head nurse and told her that we really needed to talk to the mental health nurse and was told that yes we will get her for you. When I went back to Martin, the doctor was already finished seeing Martin. We were told that they could find nothing wrong with Martin and he could go home. I went to the head nurse and told her that we really needed to see the Mental Health nurse and please can you help me. She told Martin and me to sit in the hallway and she will get the Mental Health nurse for us. Time went by and no nurse. Martin was ready to go home pacing floor (because he was told by doctor he could go home), I asked him to wait a little while longer. By the time the Mental Health nurse came it was to late, Martin was on a mission to leave, so we made an appointment and left.
Heather dropped me off at my house (Martin lived with me) and went for a ride with Heather and well it is up to the investigators to figure out what happened in Heather's suite that night. All I really know is Heather is deceased and Martin has been arrested under the mental health act and both son and daughter now have no mom. No red flags raised, not even a little one or even a yellow one!
Heather and I tried so hard to get help for Martin for years and years and severely got the run around by doctors, teachers and numerous other people that we were told would be able to help.
The reason why I need or really asking for help is that I live on a Island and catching ferries to go to meetings or to see our son is costing a lot of money and also because our son was helping me by paying half the rent and bills. I do have a job, but I have to miss days for meetings or seeing our son which means very small paycheck.
