I feel like I am missing a piece of myself
We admitted David today. No emotion from him. No sad tears, no “please don’t make me stay.” He wanted two things, a bed, and food. We had to sign a bunch of papers. I mean a bunch of papers. Went over all the rules, explained that even though he is a resident there, he is still a part of our family. On the one hand, I am happy for the rest of the family to get some peace. On the other hand, I feel torn that we had to admit him there in the first place. All in all, it looks to be a nice place, but face it, it is an institution. We limited his contact to less than 20 people outside of the facility. Every last one of them is family. He has less than 10 people he can call. The rest have to call him. Please, say