transition to residential care
One week from tomorrow David will be in the residential facility. I am loathe to admit that part of me is excited about him going. He can get more help there than what we can give him at home. On the other hand, I am sad. This is just the next level of care. But then there is the part of me that berates my ability as a dad. I should have been able to fix him. I know, it isn’t realistic to think that I can fix his brain. And then, I look at the rest of the family. David has been in the safe bed since Monday. He has done well for the mot part there, and wants to come home. However, I believe that it is him identifying what needs to be done to achieve a goal, and then doing what he needed to do to get