For our family Thanksgiving will have many different meanings. I was told when we started this process that “our family” will never be the same and looking back, I now understand what that means.
It was a year ago Thanksgiving, that we started down (and I mean down) this path and this is one time in my life I feel like I was driving without a steering wheel. I never thought at that time we would end up in Residential Treatment. Last December, started the phone calls from the school and the nightmare of a child spinning out of control. Running from appointment to appointment trying to manage his care at home. Losing sleep, time at work and attention to the other siblings. Arguing with my husband, what to do, his ideas my ideas. It wasn’t until June that the madness came to a halt and he went into Wilderness. Wilderness brought a time of calm, but also agitation, what had we done. Was this the right path and then no communication for such a long time. In August we moved from Wilderness to Residential Treatment. Each transition bringing new obsticles and a son that was fighting it all the way. After two months at the first treatment center we had to move him again. How could this happen? Once again sitting on pins and needles wondering where he would land next. Luckily we found Heritage Schools in Provo, UT. It has not been an easy transition, but they seem to be handling him really well and are a great support to both me and my husband.
This Thanksgiving was the first holiday that our family was not together. We had planned to go out to Utah, but the day before we were leaving our son lost his priviledges and we were told not to come. I was warned many times this may happen, but once again I did not think it would happen to our family. Now we are looking forward to Christmas.
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