Progress report

A quick update. The psychiatrist saw Ron last Tuesday and it was very evident that he is significantly depressed. It took a few days to sort out getting the medication, something called Celexa - which hopefully will kick in sooner rather than later. There was a heartbreaking lucid moment a few days ago when Ron said to me " Why can't I be a normal boy?" Then this morning he accidentally wet his pants when out walking with Mr B. It is all incredibly difficult.

I have had some conversations with friends and family regarding bringing in extra help into the home- only those of you who have faced this decision would understand how monumental it is. It's not like one decides to do it and acts on it the following day. It will take me a while to reconcile to having a stranger live in the house, I really don't want it.... I am also not opposed in theory to placing Ron for care, but I really only want this to happen when he's at a stage where he doesn't really know or care where he is. In my mind he's far to aware at the moment for me to be contemplating this... even when I consider placing him for respite- a couple of weeks in the fall, as strongly recommended by the psychiatrist- I actually feel physically ill thinking about it. I do appreciate that this is a difficult stage, and hope that it will be easier emotionally for me when Ron is less aware of his challenges. Right now it is the most wrenching time I've faced so far. I thank God for my dear friends and family. It is the love and support of others that is keeping me strong.