Just got one of those phone calls I dread. “We had… with David…” Tonight. He was, in my view, manic. It started earlier when we had family therapy. We clarified his discharge info. He was under the impression that discharge was imminent. When in reality, it isn’t. And it is largely because there isn’t a facility to transition him to so we can work on bringing him home. Tonight, David was running rampant in the residence hall. Numerous timeouts. Yelling that he wanted to be restrained, dodging staff. Ignoring boundaries. He even managed to smack another resident in the face with a door. He was restrained a couple of times when he started self-harming. Scratching and gouging at his arms. Then he threatened to kill himself. So now he has a staff member sitting in his room watching him sleep. He has been given meds to bring him from the
David. Fixates on things. So when he asked about discharge from the facility he is in, I explained that before he could be discharged, a facility needed to be identified and either restructured or added on to, in order to house a child with Autism. Evidently he is under the belief that he is being discharged. And discharged to a specific place. Since I listed a number of facilities that could potentially be adapted for the needs of kids with Autism, he decided the one he is going to. Hate to burst his bubble, but unless things have drastically changed in the state of North Dakota’s mental health institutions, he isn’t coming home soon. Much as I want him home, it would likely be a huge step back for him to come straight home from his current facility. How do I know this? Simple history. It has happened before.
As a member of a number of groups on facebook, I read a lot of posts. This morning I read the post of a Grandmother. Her granddaughter passed away. In their grief, the family, donated the child’s organs. That is kindness. Through their loss, their tears, they saw fit to help other people. Because of their loss, another child will live. Another child will see. Another child will have the opportunity to breathe easier. RIP child. The love that your family has for you knows no bounds. For Christmas, the family is going to have an opportunity to meet the recipients of those donated organs. Maybe their child isn’t gone after all. She lives on in others. Tweet #fighting4answrs