Daughter informed me that she is trying to get me to stop caring about her and loving her. I told her it wouldn't work, but she's still trying. I suspect that she's determined to reject me before I "reject" her by placing her in a residential placement.
Yesterday afternoon I toured yet another possibility, and decided to pursue placement there. It is all women, and there are young women there with whom she will be able to carry on conversations. They have a new house manager who comes after 4 years at another home owned by the agency. I liked her. She's trying to get more activities going, and they are enforcing the menu. The place was clean and spacious. Daughter will have a large room with attached bath to herself. There are about 12 residents, and there are always at least 2 staff members working. The staff is all female. The menu looks good, and all bread is whole grain.
Technically, Daughter doesn't qualify for this level of care, but they finally figured out that the possibilities at her level of care won't work.
Now we wait for the other resident to move out and come up with a plan for introducing this to Daughter and easing her transition. It will be interesting, to say the least. I'm looking forward to the freedom I'll have once she is settled. I won't have to lock up food. I'll be able to have a fruit bowl on the table. I won't have to worry about what I'm going to do with her when I'm at meetings. I'll miss her, of course, but the time I have with her should be more pleasant when we're not living together.