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 are afraid to come out.
Wake up people!… Be the professionals that you claim to be.
I can tell you until I am blue in the face that he is in the honeymoon phase. Believe me.
On Monday, we have a staffing at the facility where David normally lives. We are praying that they will accept him back when we get done with the med wash.