Is it wrong for me to have moments where I relish the concept that David is in placement?
Today for example. My bride and I went to see David and spent two hours visiting him. Afterward, we went out for supper and then we went shopping. When David was at home, we never would have been able to do that.
He was too volatile to leave at home with anyone except his aunt. And we couldn’t expect her to come and visit every time we needed to go to the store, or wanted to go out to eat.
It isn’t as though we were never able to go to the store, but often a trip to the store involved a pat down of David’s pockets before entering and before leaving. When he would be in the psych unit at the hospital, we would have respite, as well as when he was with his respite provider or mentors.
So why do I feel bad for enjoying today, and not worrying about David while I was doing it? Not worrying about what David had shoved in his pockets, or down his pants.
I enjoyed the time with my bride.