The reality.
Until David actually hits me with that shovel, there isn’t a whole lot that we can do for him. For the family.
I have to know that I can defend my family from him.
A number of different psychiatrists at a number of different facilities, have stated that he needs long term care.
In talking with the court, until he commits a very serious crime there is no real hope of getting him into a detention center. And given his behaviors and mental health, he would likely get an education that we really don’t want him to get.
So where does that leave us? at home, waiting for a serious crime? in a facility, waiting for Ascend Management Innovations to deny the Certificate of Need that is required for him to be in the facility?
I don’t honestly know. It’s frustrating, but I can’t see the future. I don’t know what is in store for the family. I include the whole family, because what affects David affects all of the family.
Is this what anxiety feels like? I can’t get the image of him swinging that shovel in my direction out of my mind. He has so much potential. How do I get him to see it?
Until we rethink mental illness, I am not sure what we can do.