lost in time

december 10 2008

There are so many things to do each day, that I really had to think when someone asked me which day it was.

In my mind I thought back what I did on sunday, then decided it was tuesday, remembered that the girls were home early, so it must be wednesday or either friday, but friday was too fast, so it turned out to be wednesday.

This morning I had a meeting with and about one of the boys.
He wants to live on his own, acknowledges that he needs extra care, but he doesn't want to make any adjustments to his ideas.

He's helped the father of one of his friends to paint his new house, and now he's decided he wants a complete house too.
Well, it doesn't work that way.

But whatever we said, he just kept on clinging to his idea even more.

This morning his social worker just said: "You can forget THAT!"and he kept silent about it the rest of the day.

It's always different when someone who isn't the parent tells him to be realistic.

She knew about an organisation that provides living situations for young people with special needs.
They rent appartments to young people with special needs and also provide special assistance and support in the building, without being present the whole day.
He's able to be his own boss in his own appartment.

So it's a completely different situation from the trainingshouse his brother stays, where they provide 24 hours of supervision each day, tell them when to clean their room etc etc.

Both my son and we are ready for him to move.
He's 20 now.

The second bird sitting on the edge of the nest.....