Insanity is Hereditary

...you get it from your children. That bumper-sticker wisdom proves true, sort of.

My first post:

Well, I did it.  Four years on the proverbial couch and I'm finally done.  There were several other times (usually fixed on some arbitrary date like the end of the year or my birthday) that I had set up times to terminate, but when it came right down to it, I couldn't.  But after four years, it seemed like it was time to graduate. 

Monday, October 20, 2008

The Return

The boy is coming home tonight. He's been on the unit for six days. This strikes me as a very long time to be hospitalized, since when he has been at Children's for a shunt malfunction he is often home in 24-36 hours (I call it drive-thru brain surgery).

This has been a very pleasant respite, and of course I feel guilty admitting that even to myself. We got to visit him for 15-30 minutes each day (that was about all he wanted from us) and have a chat, a giggle, maybe a hug. He was allowed to call us each night but sometimes he got busy and didn't. He didn't miss us nearly as much as his computer -- but that's no surprise. We didn't miss all the daily struggles and screaming -- no surprise either.

Now he transitions into the "partial program," which means he attends school (and therapy I suppose) there during the day and he comes home at night.  In both places he'll be on a strict behavior program with points and rewards and all that jazz.  The Girl will be on it too.  Neither one has very good self-care skills.
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