So number two blew through last week, power outages from Thursday until Monday and lots of downed trees. We were fortunate in that about 20 years ago we put in a whole house backup generator so we had power but many did not including the youngest. So he came home.
We celebrated my birthday the week before this last round of wind and rain and on Friday I received a text from the youngest “Hey, me and Eric are looking from an apartment to move to” “We are graduating.” I have to admit my stomach clinched a bit because I was not expecting this, nor did I know exactly what “graduation” meant to the youngest. We celebrated anyway knowing this was a good thing.
Life happens, hurricanes blow through, sickness occurs. This week we have been non stop as the youngest was sick and there were appointments to get to. The good thing is I spoke with the jobs counselor at the vocational rehab place asking questions about what this graduation meant. I came away reassured and comforted. Both gentlemen were very complementary of the youngest, very confident that this next step would be good and safe for him to take on. So basically he would move from a supervised apartment where he checks in with folks for his meds and such to an unsupervised place of his own. He would have no one except self to get him up , to get his meds taken, no supervision for his medication. He will still have the full range of services and the jobs counselor assured me that they would still have a close eye on the youngest.
So now the youngest is apartment hunting with the housing counselor. And though he has been ill this week, he will return to that task soon. Perhaps this affected his immune system, perhaps it was just a cold, but he returns to his safe home was nurtured a bit and will return to work soon. His voices or noises are still present, but he is learning how to ignore them, how to distract himself so that he can still be somewhat productive. This is the way it has to be. There is no “cure” for schizoaffective disorder, and to medicate the voices and noises into silence would make him a vegetable, so he has to learn to cope, voices, noises and all.
So my prayer for today and I suspect any days hence is for me to have wisdom to help the youngest but not make him dependent on me. My prayer for him is to continue making these small steps forward. My prayer is also for those workers who are patient, kind, yet place resonable demands on those with mental health issues for their strength, and wisdom for each individual they deal with on a daily basis.
I am also thankful so very thankful for the Lord who remains in all things, over all things and through all things. That HE is faithful even when I am not. That HE is patient and wise when I am tired and less than wise. Thankful the HE is present, has been present, and will be present through this journey.AMEN