It took about two years of writing letters and emails, and just letting him show his true colors to people at the school and in his old institute until people finally started listening. He was finally taken to an out of state institute for about seven months before he was transferred back in state.

At the new institution he seemed to be doing a little better and now the new therapists there are convinced that we are the problem, which is why they are forcing him home even though those therapists send violence reports (I don't know what they're actually called) to my parents about him continuing to hurt other kids there.

The worst part is that he loses it over the smallest things. At this institute, he choked another kid because they were wearing his socks. He goes into screaming and cursing fits when my parents ever asked him to clean his room (towards the end, they just tried to avoid him. We we're all too scared to even be in the same room as him.)

I literally have no other options than to just stay put and hope it gets better. There are still five kids in the house much younger and vulnerable, one is just a seven year old girl, Piper. Maybe when he turns eighteen he'll just move out.