Fight or flight?

I'd hate to see my son without his medication! Right now he is playing with his sister with her plastic balls, throwing them up and down and she is laughing her head off. It's like a circus in here!! This is the upside of him today. He is blissfully unaware of how much work he takes. He laughs and smiles and does most of the usual things a boy of his age does but then comes the 'other' behaviour... the aggression, the abusive language and constant defiance to authority and this a mere selection of it... the blonde hair, blue eyed slim lad could melt your heart with just one look. Most have thought of him as a gentle soul full of love and untimely silliness.... they do not see my eyes, blood shot from the tears I cry at night, they do not feel the pain I feel as I look at him with astonishment when he turns on me and threatens my life, they do notice the bruises on my legs and arms or the scratches he has made to my hands and wrists.... to them he is just a misunderstood boy whom we aren't allow to say 'hey you have caused your sister to be ill, you step dad to be put on anitdepressants and me to have had a break down'. I spend hours fighting the system to get help for my son wondering how many more years it will take before someone steps in and says 'hey let's stop this right now'. Often I hear my voice repeat the same quotations 'if we do not help him, he will be another statistic, another Asbo boy!' They have seen me weep, yell and say 'enough is enough, I can't do this anymore' and still they sit in an office telling me of red tape and a budget that ran out months ago, their excuses make my skin crawl, their feeble attempts cost my family time, pain and hours of anguish. The fight goes on each day-with both Them and with our son. The time has come to stop fighting and declare war on the Red Tape that surrounds all those helpless families who scream out in pain and constantly beg the system for help. I shall not desert the families, my family, when I intend to stop at nothing to make sure our voices are heard. I am merely one person but I fight the cause for so many of the families I have got to know through our trial of anguish and despair. We shall be heard and things will change, be it this year, next year or in 5 years. I will not go away quietly like so many of Them have done to you-the families that matter so much. Live in hope, an uphill struggle has to eventually come down. x