20 Euros and an mp3 player David is in a safe bed. Another child in residence had some foreign currency and an mp3 player. David asked the child about it and was told that the mp3 player came from staff. Since David is home bound, when everyone else went on an outing, he stayed behind with staff. Guess what disappeared? The others came back to the house, and the child discovered that the items were missing. Social workers were called. David called the social worker a lot of interesting things and said that “dad was going to fire her…” or something to that affect. The police were called. The police searched David’s room and couldn’t find anything. David was busy blaming another child. The social worker searched David’s room and found the mp3 player hidden in a structural component of the building. 🙂 Imagine that! The money couldn’t be found.
One week from tomorrow David will be in the residential facility. I am loathe to admit that part of me is excited about him going. He can get more help there than what we can give him at home. On the other hand, I am sad. This is just the next level of care. But then there is the part of me that berates my ability as a dad. I should have been able to fix him. I know, it isn’t realistic to think that I can fix his brain. And then, I look at the rest of the family. David has been in the safe bed since Monday. He has done well for the mot part there, and wants to come home. However, I believe that it is him identifying what needs to be done to achieve a goal, and then doing what he needed to do to get
David is in the safe bed. Things at home start to relax when he is away. Less tension is felt. Our other kids feel a little freer to laugh and joke. Evidently the staff there thinks that David needs long term psychiatric care. Where have I heard that before? I haven’t made any changes to my own sleep habits, because if he comes home before he goes to residential care, I will still need to be able to function at night while he sleeps. Mostly because he has this uncanny ability to wake up when I am sleeping and sneak around the house stealing things. Related articles Master of Deception (whynotfathers.com) What do you mean? (whynotfathers.com) Tweet #fighting4answrs