Despair

So we had our meeting at the workshop today about Daughter's return and strengthening the instructions for respite providers. First challenge: Psychiatrist's Nurse said they will not fax anything-- such as a return to work order. Workshop agreed to accept a letter from Therapist, fortunately.

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Daughter was uncomfortable with the discussion, so decided to go out on the workshop floor. We were discussing how to handle Flasher and what we could do to try to keep them apart when we got a call from the workshop floor. Daughter went out and made a beeline for Flasher. She had had conversations with Psychiatrist, Therapist, and me about how she would keep herself safe and stay away with him. As we were pondering what to do, Daughter burst through the door and told me we had to leave now. I calmly informed her that she did not control me and I was not leaving without knowing a reason.

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She was furious because her supervisor had asked her to sit across the table from Flasher instead of right next to him. The bottom line: for now she is just going to attend the workshop on Thursday and Friday, when Flasher is not present. She says it will be that way until she dies. The rest of us are hoping that in a couple of weeks she can go back full time, but it probably won't be until after Easter.

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I am facing my busiest season of the year with Daughter under foot the majority of the time. We're going to see about getting some respite providers in to cover at least part of that time. Case Manager warned that there is going to be a new man starting. We know that Daughter will try to catch him. We know it will end badly. There's nothing we can do to prevent it. For some strange reason, I'm exhausted.

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Oh, and Cat is not doing well. I anticipate taking him in to be put down by the end of the week. Sigh.