“He’s being medicated multiple times a day and put in the shower (our ‘safe-room’ when he’s out of control) multiple times a day. I must take him out for a drive at least once a day. Some days when he’s particularly out of sorts and he’s already had more meds and another shower we’re driving multiple trips totalling an hour or two.”
That’s what I wrote here just a year ago. When I wrote it I could not have even imagined where we are today.
Adrian has been in his residential school placement since April and doing very well there. He’s always happy to go back. He seems comfortable and happy. We love the staff and they seem to love him.
We’re still playing with the medications, looking for just the right combination… the biggest impact for the least amount. This last one we tried seems to be helping quite a bit. We were able to have Adrian home for 2+ days at both Thanksgiving and Christmas. He was pretty calm and we had no major incidents. It was a relief considering that we’d had single night visits before which hadn’t gone that well.
There’s still much to be said about this whole process. I often think about how I need to sit down and write about it all. Part of the problem is finding words to describe the complicated reality of it all. The other part is the fear of being misunderstood. A year ago, I’m not sure I could have understood myself.
But the more time goes on, the more confident I feel that we made the right choice for Adrian… and for us. The change has been overwhelmingly positive for everyone. I’ll start the new year remembering what a difference a year can make… and with hope things will continue to get better and better.