Every day is a struggle of one kind or another. Sometimes it goes hour to hour whether behaviors will hit us or not. But then we have days like today. Today we had an awesome day. On a scale of 1 to 10 in awesomeness, today ranked about an 8.5. Sure we had some minor behaviors, but we had more positive than negative and that deserves to be celebrated. David can lose privileges quickly once he gets on a roll of negative behaviors. One of the first that he loses is lawn mowing. Only because it is his favorite activity. Now before you jump all over me for taking away this particular activity, it is also the very first thing that he earns back with positive behaviors. This is the second week in a row where he has been able to mow. Does that mean that he is cured? No.
I am frustrated. Well beyond frustrated, and I am trying to work through it. What it amounts to is this. We are trying to get David services. So the facility that he was in two and a half years ago was approached. Again. We are trying to get them to rethink their denial. At any rate. The basic reason that they won’t accept him for care? Blame the parents. We aren’t doing enough. When he was there two years ago, we didn’t do enough. We didn’t participate in family therapy. We didn’t do this, we didn’t do that. After all of that was refuted, they blamed David. Said it was because he was too aggressive. That he didn’t do this therapy or that. Again we refuted their blame. Will this result in a bed? I don’t know. What I would like to do is for someone to make me a
Thirty years ago, my dad took me aside and explained a small fact to me. “You are adopted, and here is the paperwork to prove it. You are at an age where I think this is something that you should know.” A couple of years before that, my brother and I made a wholly disturbing discovery when we found social security cards with our names on them, only the last name was different. How we were chastised for making that discovery! Over the course of the next thirty years, I would encounter many times when I was accused of being a “heavy drinker”, having a problem with my liver, or my blood just didn’t look right. In the mid 90’s, our biological father was found. A phone number was located and he was contacted. The man I talked to so long ago was nothing like the investigative report that I