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