At one group facility, he scratched a staff member and threw a river rock through a window. (No one ever explained how a seriously mentally ill kid got hold of a large rock. In any case, all charges were eventually dropped, after a psychiatric evaluation.) Back to detention. Then to another group home, where Niki's worst fear was realized: Her kid needed her and she couldn't help him.
One night, Alex called Niki in a panic. He claimed a staff member had hit him with a ruler. No evidence of the attack was found, but the staff member did admit in a police report that she got physical with Alex. When Niki called CPS to report this, she recalls, the operator told her, "Look, ma'am, you gave up your kid. What do you care?"
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Then came the news that a bed had opened up. Alex was going to Austin, Texas, to a hospital-level facility called Texas Neuro Rehab. Niki and Alex's new guardian made arrangements to fly round-trip in a day to get him settled.
As Niki, Alex, and the caseworker (I agreed not to use her name or quote her directly) emerge from security, you can practically feel the stress coming off Niki. Not Alex. She's given him extra medication to keep him calm for the flight. He's got a new haircut, and he's wearing sweat pants, T-shirt, and black slip-on sneakers. His eyes are droopy behind wire frames.
It's barely breakfast time, and Sky Harbor Airport is buzzing with families going on vacation, kids leaving for college. Alex is anxious to sit next to his mom on the plane; the caseworker sits across the aisle. "It will look a lot different when we get to Texas," Niki tells Alex, as the plane taxis.
A few minutes later, he's passed out on her shoulder. Niki has some rare time to reflect.
Kids with cancer, they get to "make a wish," she says. Kids like Alex? "They warehouse them."
"The funding isn't there, and also, these kids aren't cute," Niki continues. "Reporters love the little bald kids with the circles under their eyes. A crazy kid? Unh-uh."
She takes a sip of Alex's hot chocolate and sighs.
"When I get the chance to stop and think about how I had my son arrested and put in shackles," she says, rather calmly, "I'm going to fall the hell apart."
The caseworker is asleep across the aisle — head tipped to one side, hands folded. Niki's eyes are wide open. In a couple of weeks, she starts a new job as a school nurse. It's not the high-powered career she left a few months ago, but it's something. And flexible. She needs to be flexible.
The plane touches down hard. Niki's upbeat. "Look at the trees!" she tells Alex, then tries telling him about the video she watched about the place where he'll soon be living.
"These people specialize in brains," she says.
Alex is not impressed. In the cab, the driver is listening to Rush Limbaugh, and Alex says in a monotone voice, "I wish I were back in Arizona."
Niki swoops in. "Are you feeling nervous? Do you want to hold my hand?"
He pushes her hand away.
"Please?" No reaction.
"We can't give up, sweetheart. I won't give up."
His head lists, and Niki hands him his video game.
The facility is nice, not as sterile as you might expect, with some Texas touches, like horns on the chandelier, which catch Alex's attention. There's a cowhide bench. Niki's packed a small maroon bag for Alex with just enough clothes for seven days, per instructions.
Niki, the caseworker, and Alex disappear to fill out paperwork and hear the orientation spiel; then we all tour the facility (Niki gets teary when she sees the state-of-the-art sensory room, designed for autistic kids), ending up at the nurse's office, where Niki hands over a big plastic bag filled with pill bottles and answers dozens of questions.
Does Alex have delusions?
Yes. He imagines an ATM machine with infinite money.
Homicidal ideation?
Not now. "He has voices in his head that tell him to hurt people, but he tells the voices no," Niki tells the nurse.
Is he suicidal?
Not at the moment, but he's had suicidal tendencies since age 9. The man in his heard tells Alex to kill himself, Niki explains, but "he tells the man no!"
Alex has never been stable, Niki adds. "We could handle just about everything, except that with the aggression it's just not safe."
During one of the periods when they're waiting to see the next staff member, Alex climbs on Niki's lap and asks her to scratch his back.
"Mom, maybe on weekends can you come visit me on the airplane?"
Yes, she tells him; she'll come visit when she can. She'll come for her birthday, next month. She tells Alex that this is like when rich kids go to boarding school in Switzerland.
She asks him, "What do you think you might dream tonight?"
"Going home."
Last year, she spent her 40th birthday getting Alex admitted to the hospital, Niki recalls, after another violent exchange. Alex takes off his glasses and puts his head on her shoulder, and they both close their eyes.