David is doing well. But then, he always does fairly well while he is in care. We do regular visits, when we go to the city, we try to at least take him out for a meal. We also spend time with him at the facility and when we do our supply shopping, he goes with us. This is all a far cry from bringing him home on a day pass. Or a weekend pass. I get that he is doing well. He is good at that. Always has been. We have seen where he struggles with success in the facility and self-sabotages that success. Last year he was home for almost 10 months. During which time, we lived what can best be characterized as a shelter, fear filled life. Not just me, but the whole family. We lived in fear of what he might do. So please, understand that
Hi, this is a post about Anxiety. I don’t know about triggers for anxiety, but you should be aware of that before reading further if you are easily triggered. thank you for reading. Long time no post. Seriously though with David in the facility there hasn’t been a lot to say. Especially because I don’t want anyone to accuse us of violating his right to privacy. Things are as good as they can be, but then, he always has thrived in facility based care. This post is about me. Last night I experienced what I can only call a panic attack. Not sure if it is anxiety driven or what, but to say it was overwhelming would be an incredible understatement. I am better today, thankfully my bride has helped me through this with her wonderful support. This is a first for me, and I hope it never happens again.
I get calls from David. Complaining about this or that. Today he was refusing to go to school. After explaining why he didn’t want to go to school, I let David know that he can’t hide from whatever or whomever he thinks is bothering him. And that he should go to school. I figured that was the end of it. About 6 hours later, I received a call from a staff member. David had a rough day. He struggled with being in school because “dad told me I didn’t have to go to school today.” Now, if David is known to lie, why would they believe him? It would have been a simple matter to get me on the phone and ask me if I had told him that. Quick and easy verification. I talked to his Care Coordinator who doesn’t work in the facility where David lives, and touched