Day 4 of my Son’s Self Detox

This morning I texted my son and asked how he’s feeling after day 3 of feeling miserable and in hell. He texted back a one-word reply: stable. Then he forwarded me this text that he’d just received:

“Hello. Occupational therapy driver rehabilitation would like to schedule an appointment with you. Please contact our office by phone or text to schedule.”

In August 2024, my son had a seizure in the back of the car on the way to rehab. This particular rehab was a converted house and they had you check in at a building a few blocks away first. Then a rehab worker drove you to the rehab.

The paramedics transported my son to the nearby hospital, where a doctor reported to the DMV that my son had had a seizure. The DMV then immediately revoked my son’s driver’s license and required that a form be filled out by a doctor to medically clear him for driving. The form said the DMV may also require that my son take a class from occupational therapy driver rehabilitation (a third party to DMV). It is extremely hard to get your license back once you’ve had a seizure.

My son left rehab after seven days, showed up at my door while I wasn’t home, and his sister let him in. That was the beginning of 90-day rehab at ny house with three BACTRAK breathalyzer blows a day, a daily AA Zoom, Ring cameras in my house, and therapy appts for my son. He relapsed once a month and I threw him out upon his third relapse that involved the police.

Three months later, my son had an EEG scan of his brain that had been ordered by the doctor before he would sign the DMV’s form. He also required a clean urine test that took my son another ten months to be able to produce after three months in another rehab.

Meanwhile, Occupational therapy driver rehabilitation just now finally responded after almost two years. They’re apparently in no hurry to put drunk drivers back on the street.