The prefrontal cortex of my teenage son’s brain isn’t fully developed.
It’s a fact I have been forced to remind myself of several times a day, sometimes several times an hour, since that fateful call a few weeks back.
“Don’t freak out,” my ex-husband had warned when I picked up the phone, his voice grave and a bit shaky. After pausing for what felt like an eternity, he informed me that our 17-year-old son had ingested some type of drug and was being transported by ambulance to the emergency r...
Published on November 15, 2016 11:18