We hide things from David.
On occasion, he finds them.
He found a sibling’s medication and made the whole bottle disappear.
Of course, he denies it.
Just like he denies taking my Kindle, mom’s iPad, iPod, my cell phone, my tablet.
Just like he denies everything he does until he is caught. Then he says – oops.
The medication that he helped disappear was hidden in a room with a locked door.
He doesn’t sleep alone at night, I sleep in the same room that he does. Yet he manages to get around me when I am sleeping sometimes, and then roams the house getting into things.
We could install cameras, but they are so invasive. Plus, if he was going into a facility, like he was supposed to be, all of this would be a moot point. The pills that he took are for the anxiety that the sibling feels in part because of the way they are treated by David.