our family's experience with the meantal health experience and the care my son did or did not receive is a clear demonstration of the problems we as a society have in dealing with the issue. neither his mother nor i wanted to accept the fact that our brilliant, beautiful, precious son was sick. in 2010 after we divorced, gus was out of school, unemployed and living with his or mother. she was concerned about his moodiness and his fixation on a knife he was building in the shed or he was making in the shed. i talked him into letting me hold the knife for him, and it's still under my truck seat. he went to the indiana dunes national park and worked there for a few months, but he returned home. we still don't know what happened out there. sometime that gall, gus' mom went to the local csb and arranged for him to enter a crisis intervention center near charlottesville. he stayed there for a week or two. during one of my visits, he spoke for the first time about going on disability. i just couldn't believe my son, gus deeds, was talking this way. i didn't understand. he was hi child, but h