Second Guesses
It’s been a long day, and while my body is tired, I can’t turn off my brain.
Prison is no place to get mental health care.
See, This is the second time in a month we have had David’s time in the facility extended. While we both knew it was a possibility, I can’t help but feel that he is being let down. I mean, it’s a huge victory for him to continue where he is successful until we can get supports in place for him to come out of the facility, but it’s not easy. In hindsight, I really don’t think David will see it as a victory, at least not until many years down the road. But it is a victory for him. For his care.
It’s not easy to tell your child, “You can’t come home yet.” Even if they know and claim to understand the why of it. David understands that in order to be successful he needs supports.
I don’t know. Maybe it is just the Dad’s job to always strive for what’s best for his kids. David is safe, and that’s what matters.
The future is unknown. I don’t know how long it is going to take to get the supports necessary in place, but I do know that we aren’t giving up. We will continue to fight for what David needs in order for him to live a productive life outside of a facility. Because if we don’t, he will likely just end up in prison.
Prison is no place to get mental health care.
I have not talked with staff in the facility. They haven’t contacted me. I did talk briefly with his therapist today, but beyond that, nothing. To say that our relationship with the facility staff is contentious, would be an understatement. But, we will continue to work with them to provide David the best life possible until such time as he can leave the facility and enjoy success in whatever form it takes for him.
So I am left with Second Guesses. It’s not the first time. I am sure it won’t be the last.
