It’s been a minute since I’ve posted. There isn’t much to say other than we are dealing with a ton of emotions. (on all our parts). I’ve started the process of getting Phoebe in an AFC, but not too sure about any of it. I’m trying a different approach of easing her in to it. Will it work better? Maybe. Will she like it? Maybe. There really is no answer.

Phoebe is twenty-six. For twenty-six years, I have been doing meetings, appointments, transitions, medication changes, more appointments, etc. They all seem different, but much the same. This year, I took a huge leap and settled her in to a situation that didn’t work. We gave it our best, and had to move on. Now, she is back with my mom and me. This was always going to be a temporary solution, but the time is slowly dragging on. I searched for a while and found a local AFC, that seems to be a great place. Is it perfect? Nope. Will I ever find the perfect spot? Maybe. Is there a lot out there for adults with intellectual disabilities, autism, and emotional impairments? Around here, there is not. I have to be ok with what there is and do what I can. Doing weekly research on facilities and programs is an exhausting 24/7. For the last 15 years, the meetings have not changed. The ideas have not changed. Phoebe has not changed. The only thing that has changed is me. I’m not surprised by anything anymore. I keep thinking I know what will work, and then she slaps me back in to reality.

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted. Things are different but much the same. The only change is I’m getting older and need to find the best solution sooner than later.