I'm sure he'll appreciate that when he listens to this. So my parents had this ultimatum either put him on psychotropic medications, or he's going to be kicked out. And the only other place he could go, if he were kicked out would be to a developmental center as which is a euphemism for a state hospital or an institution to two hours away from our family's community. And so my parents resisted and resisted, because my mother, you know, last time Joaquin had been on medications when he was little, he got in her mind her Spanish, big Spanish accent, he was too skinny. You know, she didn't want him to lose so much weight and be unhealthy and be a zombie. So they resisted. And it got to a point where they were given that ultimatum, you either put them on psychotropic medications, or he will not have a school to go to. And so they did. And within several days, Fokin who loves to ride bikes, loves to run, swim, very active, very fun loving. He was on the floor, having convulsions, he started having seizures. And when my parents who didn't have Facebook and they didn't have quick access to medical professionals who could help them with titrating them off of those medications. He was on three different men, he was unhealed all Thorazine mellaril very, you know, potent medications. And they tied tried to titrate him quickly because he was having seizures. He they never seen their son have seizures. And when they did that, he started he became psychotic. He was so not himself, and very destructive. And I remember the day that my father, I came home from high school, and my mother was on the sofa crying. And my father was straddled over Joaquin. And he was dripping sweat. He was restraining Joaquin hands and legs. And he was dripping sweat from his face down to Joaquin's already dripping sweat body. And my dad was crying. And I never seen my dad cry. And my dad said to me, Diana, I need you to go into the garage, and I need you to go get a rope. And I was horrified yet at the same time I didn't know which was worse seeing my daddy cry and seeing my brother in this condition or giving my dad a break with the rope. And so my dad I went and got a rope, one that wouldn't hurt Joaquin too much. And one that wouldn't be the you know, that would withstand his restraint, his his strength. And I brought it to my dad and he proceeded to tie Watkins hands and his feet together. So he could get a break. And so he could call Joaquin social worker. And my brother my father was told the gentleman on the other end of the phone cried with my father. And he said Mr. Carson, I'm so sorry, but I have to call Child Protective Services. And you have to take your son to a state hospital first thing in the morning. And so that's what our family did in the next morning. We all Joaquin loves going for rides in any kind of vehicle. So we drove two hours to Orange County, we're in San Diego, and we drove to Orange County, which is about two hours away on a good day and left Joaquin at this institution and Joaquin spent 15 years of his life at that institution. 15 years he twice he was They're once for eight years. And then the other time for seven years, and both times were a result of psychotropic medications, anti psychotic meds. And we, we went to see him every weekend, we drive two hours there, two hours back, two to three hours there and two to three hours back. And we'd spend the entire day with him every weekend, all of those 15 years, except for one weekend when I had the flu. And my mother was ill, and they couldn't make it. So we were always committed to Joaquin always wanted him to come back home. But it was there was so much about the environments that he was placed in, that did not create did not meet his access needs. And at the end of that 15 year, well, the last three years of his 15 years in the institution, we decided we were going to get him out. And we ended up having to go to court with our social services system, which is in California, it's the regional center system. And after one and a half years, we lost, they said he was a danger to himself and others. And we went back again. And we then one. And so Joaquin now lives as my next door neighbor. We have eight out eight acres in a rural area of San Diego, and we converted a barn into a really cool apartment for Joaquin. And it meets his access needs. And he has 24 hour staff and he has good days, and he has really bad days, too. You know, we're still working on the communication. We're still working on. musi... in music therapy, where he's working on being in control of his body, you know, acknowledging his body's limits and, and just healing he has a lot of healing to do. Yesterday, he turned 53 years old.