Well guys,
        Thank you for the advice.  My inttention was to follow the wisdom offered
here and wait to talk to the therapist.  Unfortunately, it didn't work out
that way.  Chris came in this morning as I was reading my email.  I don't
know if he saw anything, but he asked me point blank if I had heard
anything interesting on the phone lately.  I paused for a moment and then
decided that honesty is the best policy so I said, "yes."  He asked me what
and I said, "I love you very much christopher."  Then he started getting
angry.  I think that he thought that I was dodging his question, but I got
up  and asked him to come with me to talk to Greg.  When we got into my
bedroom, I told Greg that Chris had asked me straight out if I had heard
anything interesting and Greg agreed with me that we should just tell the
truth.  We asked to see Chris's wrists.  At first he resisted, but he
finally took the bandage off.  It is four small cuts.  We talked to him
about the point that this isn't the way to handle frustration or
disappointment and we asked him to talk to his therapist about this next
week.  He said that he would, but of course, we'll still be giving the
therapist the heads up as well.    What a time to go on vacation!!
        Chris is  angry at the invasion of privacy.  I understand this, but we
have also tried to explain that we believe that we must do some monitering
for safety reasons.  If he would repent and start making smarter decisions,
we wouldn't have to do this, but as long as we are responsible for him, we
want to know what he won't tell us.
        93 days and he turns 18.  This next Tuesday, we are going to review a
contract with him, with the help of a court ordered  family counselor
concerning what we expect if he is to remain here, especially after he
turns 18.  I rather doubt, at this point, however, that he will.  Where he
will go, I don't know, but our family can't keep going through this craziness.
        I know that, from my messages, you guys probably have a hard time figuring
out whether life is better or worse for our family.  Well, every day is
different.  Sometimes its okay and sometimes, like today, it is worse, but
it sure isn't a picnic.
Kathy