Missing David. and frustrated
People frustrate me. Not all people. Just some. Before David’s 12th birthday, we moved him, temporarily, to a different facility so that he could undergo a med wash. All the reports I have received have been about how good a child he is, and how he listens. That is great. I am happy that they see how good he can be. He is manipulating them. I keep telling them, he is in the honeymoon phase. When he gets everyone figured out, he will revert to the David we all know and love. Don’t get me wrong, I love our son. I miss him constantly. I don’t miss the behaviors. I don’t miss the fights, I don’t miss staying up for two days praying for him to fall asleep. I don’t miss him abusing our animals. I don’t miss having our other children lock themselves away in their bedrooms because they