I think I will blog a bit from the parents’ end of their child’s rehab. experience. Probably not every day but we will see.
The mood from yesterday, depression, sadness, continues today but a bit less so. The intervention of prayer from my friends and family, local and blogosphere, is sustaining me.
It is difficult, however, not to place blame. Blame on me, Himself and the man on the moon. Push comes to shove (sorry to my readers outside of N. America – it means in the end) no one put that first drink to his lips but The Boy. No one put subsequent drinks down his throat but he. Still… the blame game continues.
At certain times of the day, I look at the clock and think, "Oh, The Boy will be home soon." But he won’t be coming home today. I expect to see him on the sofa watching tv or at the pc. He’s not there. This, I believe, is all a part of grieving. Grieving the loss of innocence of my boy.
The Boy was not supposed to be able to call for at least five days but his counselor allowed him to call for just a minute or two – and I was out. My dd was here and answered the phone and Himself was here. Both said he sounded really good and that he thinks the place he is staying at is great. Go figure. This could all change on Sunday when we visit. He may beg us to take him home. Today, though, was a good day for him. The counselor says The Boy is taking this seriously and is working hard.
This is a good thing. g