Since David’s placement I have experieced something of an identity crisis. For a long time our lives were all about him. David did this. David did that. David needs to see his psychiatrist. David needs a different med. David assaulted so and so. David poisoned the dog. David took.
Somedays I am lost without him getting into things and causing trouble. Other days I am so very thankful for the residential placement that he is in now.
Today we are staffing David at the residential faciility. Maybe