Our son with autism spent his first weekend in his new group home.
It was a flurry of activity for mom and dad; writing rent and utility checks, buying furniture (hint – if you have a used hotel furniture place in town, you can save a ton), hanging curtains, buying extra clothes and toiletries…
This sign on the bed frame box made me laugh. It is the mockery of all of our precise planning. You just KNOW it can’t be true.
Still, the reports back from the staff were more than encouraging.
Joey slept well in the new room. That’s big. One reason we’ve been unable to travel much with him is that he can’t sleep in strange places. He gets up and wanders all night, then inflicts all of the consequences of sleep deprivation on us the next day.
It helped that he’d been to this place on a past respite weekend and that we brought in some familiar furnishings from our house, such as his own blankets, the desk for his laptop, his rolling office chair and the cross you can spot in the middle of this picture –>
Joey chose to socialize rather than isolate. Even with his computer and a VCR available in his room, he hung out in common areas with the other guys. That news did our hearts good. He’s going to have a community there. He’s not feeling lost.
Of course we spent our first night as empty nesters fretting and pacing and crying.
Nah, actually, we went out for sushi. And a Sake Bomb. Proud to say I downed mine faster than a young husband and wife competing with me down the bar.
Caregiving. It makes you hardcore.