My son has been living in a residential care facility. Not a great place, but I thought at least SAFE. Yes they had messed up his meds, and then tried to discharge him, but… we were in the process of trying to find some place else for him.
Well, Friday I was called that they were calling the police because he was in an altercation with another resident. By the time I got there, his case manager had removed him from the residence - she was scheduled to take him out that afternoon anyway.
Turns out my son had been punched multiple times in the head. He was afraid to go back. So I got some of his clothes, his laptop, and his CDs, and met him and his case manager somewhere else.
Yesterday he was still refusing to return. I went over the weekend and just picked up some meds. This morning the weather turned chilly, so I went to pick up some long sleeved shirts for him as well as his meds. When I opened his closet, I saw all of his clothes, as well as everything from the shelf, piled on the floor. I was not happy to see that, but I figured, someone had vented some anger and messed up his stuff. But… then… I started taking things out and realized that everything had been cut or slashed! Ruined - all his clothes, all his books. Some electronics cords.
I had a staff person come to see the mess. She had the gall to suggest that maybe HE had done it. I made it clear that I was the last person in the closet on Friday, after he had left the premises, and that it was NOT like that when I had left.
GRRRRRR!!! Mama Bear mode!!! Why does this CRAP have to happen???