Day 3: March 21 AM

It's the last 24 hours of our son's 72 hour mandatory hold. We are told that if they do not have a place for him in the behavioral stabilization unit, someone will come to the ER and assess him. We also find out that at admittance, there are only 105 pounds on his 5'7" frame. The thought of him spending his last day of hold laying in the ER with just a security guard present is unsatisfying. I take the day off and head to Vallejo to act as advocate and see if we can't get a better outcome. When I get to the hospital, he is not there. He has been moved to the BSU. When I arrive there, his mother and other dad are there, so I wait my turn to see him. He is ambulatory and acknowledges my presence. When I ask him what he remembers about how he got "here" he seems more ready to talk and more fluid than I have seen him in a very long time. The concepts he stitches together are so unrelatable to my own reality, that when I switch out visitation with him, I go to my car and write down key items so I don't forget them. He told me he had been time traveling recently and it was unsettling. When he would wake up in the morning, he would look at his phone and it would be a day or two earlier than when he went to sleep. I asked him if he was having the same day over and over again and he said no, it's like a new day every time. He said he went to school on St. Patrick's Day and it felt like everyone was disdaining or disregarding him. He thought they were all speaking in code, maybe related to the Fibonacci sequence, but he couldn't figure it out and he felt excluded and shunned. He said he had figured out that there are really 11 dimensions. The first three are not point, line and plane, but velocity, position and acceleration. He could not remember the others. When I told him his blood tests had come out clean, he said he was surprised. He said he thought they would find other people's thought waves in his bloodstream. He said he saw a commercial on TV for mind drones created by the government to control people. I told him I had not heard of such a thing, but I would look into it. He was concerned that if I saw the ad, my mind would be controlled too, so I let him know I would be careful. When I mentioned that he was found barefoot, he said he thought that would be like a mythological person or like Jesus. He says when the police came to pick him up he went with them willingly. He thought they were there to do a charade or a pantomime to help him re-create and work through his birth trauma. It's time to switch visitation and I walk with him to the front door, I put my hand on his upper arm. My thumb and forefinger nearly meet when I encircle his arm with my hand.