Thinking about David early this Christmas morning. Praying that he has a good day, and that he knows, how much we love him and only want what is best for him. Merry Christmas son. We love you very much. Tweet #fighting4answrs
Greetings friends and readers. It is with all the joy in my heart that I wish each of you a joyful holiday. One filled with acceptance of the differences we see in others. One where our children know how much love we feel in our hearts for them. It is tradition in our home to open gifts Christmas Eve at home, and then on Christmas Day with the cousins and Santa. Tonight, I reflected on Christmas’s past. I remember a Christmas when we got K one of those play kitchens. It took me most of the night to put the thing together, but the joy on her face when she saw it was worth every slip of the screwdriver. To when Teletubbies were the rage and we got C the purple one. (After all this time, still not sure of the names on them even after 17 years.) To the
Is it ok for me to be tired of all of this? I’ll be more positive next week. They evidently think that David’s behaviors/anger has nothing to do with his bipolar. They moved him upstairs, he has himself convinced that it is because one of his peers was pounding on the wall. He claims that the cut on his knee was a result of an accident. He broke the window, and then when they restrained him, he got cut. This is what he is telling people. I don’t believe him. If the cut was an accident, and it is possible that it was, given the history of him repeatedly threatening to do so, why did he put his fingers into the wound, after they took the glass away from him, and start pulling on it to make it bigger? Who does something like that? He claims that he is homesick.