Well, it all started with my son Jaruad and his behavior in school. I got a call home everyday from his teacher and others. I started seening a change in him after his father and broke-up. Jaruad started talking back to me and fighting his sister. Jaruad and my mother got into confrontation. Jaruad tried to set the bathroom on fire. I just so, happened to go to a meeting with my sister and a lady was talking about mental health and different service. I explsin to her how Jaruad get up all the time out of his seat at school and he was falling in his grade and my youngest daughter was having the same issues. The advocate gave me her number and I said, I was going to call her but, than I thought to myself hey, I'm not going there...that's for crazy people and my child is not crazy so, I prolomg going and the problems got worst. I called her up about a month later and she help me get service for my son and daughter. I didn't want anybody to know I was receiving service from mental health so I asked for them to meet me some where else other than my house or me coming there. My son Jaruad had to be locked up a year later because he wanted to kill himself and someone else and life started with me having to really advocate for my son. If it wasn't for ACMH advocate I think I would have went crazy...not only did I get help for my son and daughter I also received service for my depression. All of this made me see that it's okay to ask for help. I could have never did this along and I with the help of ACMH I would have been lost and those old fears of the Mental Health Department would have still been in my head and I would have not gotten help for my family. And to share something else personal. My mother needed the help back in 1983 with my brother and he wanted to kill himself because my mother let him repeat the 3rd grade and 7 years later my brother went to juvenile and after that he went to prison. But, the point of the story is that my brother needed help and my mother back than didn't know how to ask for help. Deon (brother) when he went to see the mental health worker at the juvenile center the assessment stated that he had a IQ of a 3rd grader...Deon stopped learning in the 3rd grade and he started getting into trouble and hanging with the wrong crowd. I'm glad this service is available now for family.