One Hour. Sixty Minutes. That is how long it took after David got home from safe bed before he stole something. “I found it…” “I don’t know how that got in my pocket” At safe bed, he was evidently upset with staff. He had to eat in his bedroom, as he didn’t have privileges to eat with everyone else. So, he put all of his food down a heat register. Tomato soup. Indian Taco. Yum. When asked why? He responded… “I was feeding the pet rats.” Tweet #fighting4answrs
20 Euros and an mp3 player David is in a safe bed. Another child in residence had some foreign currency and an mp3 player. David asked the child about it and was told that the mp3 player came from staff. Since David is home bound, when everyone else went on an outing, he stayed behind with staff. Guess what disappeared? The others came back to the house, and the child discovered that the items were missing. Social workers were called. David called the social worker a lot of interesting things and said that “dad was going to fire her…” or something to that affect. The police were called. The police searched David’s room and couldn’t find anything. David was busy blaming another child. The social worker searched David’s room and found the mp3 player hidden in a structural component of the building. 🙂 Imagine that! The money couldn’t be found.
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