Hi everyone. I’m back. I was reading over your comments and how grateful I am that you celebrated my daughter’s improved situation.
Well, the group home wasn’t what it had seemed. It was beautiful, but that’s it. She didn’t get any counseling because they said they couldn’t get her medicaid switched and it would take a month. I asked if they wanted me to help with that and they said they would handle it. (I found out later that they had not completed the info to get her transferred and that it would take another month to get it so she could receive services!) On the same day I found this out, I’m informed that the day program that they had waited on starting because of the medicaid holdup she would not qualify because she made too much money on disability (money that the group home took from her except for a $60 monthly allowance). There was only 3 residents and the two others went to the day program. She was alone during the week with one staff -either the owner or her assistant. They would not let her help with the cooking, cleaning or even washing her own clothes which she’s been doing since she was 10. She spent her days walking in the heat in a field in front of the house. And the two staff were big talkers, hardly allowing her to speak or me either! Any way, that day I made a rash decision and took her out. I had healed alot during the months she was away from me and thought I could live with her until we found her an apartment. That’s what she wanted.
She got evicted from her apartment a month later. She had bad people staying overnight and she was drinking and using the DXM more than once a day. The EMTs came a few times and took her to the hospital. Once she had made a deep cut on her arm and had 22 stitches. The cut went to the bone and just missed the artery. The police always let the management know and then she was evicted.
She’s in a place now that’s much safer. I spend part of my time at her place and then we go to my place. She was heavily using the DXM when I would go home by myself. Now the DXM is like poison to her and makes her sick. She’s stopped it’s use for 5 days, but yesterday she drank alcohol - half a large bottle. I was afraid to leave her alone she was so drunk and mean. So here I am waited for her to wake up and wonder what the day will bring to us both. And the borderline personality disorder has gone crazy. And she still is very delusional. Sorry to have been so long, but I’m venting. Thanks for your continued prayers.