I have the opportunity to share from two sides.
My mom had me admitted, through juvenile court, to a residential program. I was smoking pot, drinking beer, having lots of sex, skipping school, hitting my sister and brother and leaving at will and staying out as late as I wanted. My mom and step dad felt they had no other choice. I'm glad they did this, even though the place wasn't all that therapeutic. I left and got back into what I was doing and ended up running away for 2 years. I didn't grow out of this behavior until my thirties and my decisions are still felt today. Education being the biggest.
I saw my own son going down this road as fast as I did, so I knew what didn't work for me and I wanted to find a place that worked on choices and self-respect, and personal development. I found it, even though in the beginning I wondered if it was the right choice. In the beginning I knew where he was, that he was safe and that the only abuse that was going on was to himself and in his letters home. I had to keep reminding myself what led to this choice: It was that I didn't want for him what I had done to myself.
No program is for everyone, none are one size fits all. I wanted, and found, a place that treated the whole person, the whole family as individuals responsible for their own decisions.
The schools failed because they didn't have the teachers to help those "gifted" ADDers.
The insurance companies failed because they only wanted to pay for short term fixes. Believe me, I know that wouldn't have worked.
The therapists never challenged my child. THe one that did created him not showing up to go to the appointment.
I failed because I was a single mom working long hours and was never home during the early evening hours after school. I know I didn't fail in my love for him and talking with him. Once the drugs started, I knew I'd lost him.
The State is so focused on a child not being abused by the parents that the laws now give children rights that they shouldn't in cases like this. However, the "fix" they offer is so lame that I'm glad I had a choice in his care.
The police are so overwhelmed with calls that they just don't have the time to do the paperwork or deal with "family" problems. Their answer is juvenile jail.
I never want to feel the way I did for the two years prior to getting help that worked for both of us.
I do know that if either one of us hadn't bought into it, the story would not be as good.