I had the meeting with dad's social worker today, at the care home where he is in respite. It seemed too simple for words. There was no querying my having him back home at all, she just did the re-assessment, arranged with the home to extend his respite while things are going through, and set she'd set things going to make it permanent residential.
I suspect the several recent incidents, including the two in the last week involving the police, have helped me enormously. After fighting for so long without help, it's now over.
I have to wait for (another) financial assessment, but as long as the home will have him (it's not secure) it seems that he will be staying there.
It's kind of weird. I feel like I should be upset, or be feeling something. I've come home to a house full of his things- his clothes in his room, his food in the fridge, and he's never coming back, but somehow that's okay. Maybe it will hit me later.
I do have an overwhelming desire to pack up his stuff though!
I suspect the several recent incidents, including the two in the last week involving the police, have helped me enormously. After fighting for so long without help, it's now over.
I have to wait for (another) financial assessment, but as long as the home will have him (it's not secure) it seems that he will be staying there.
It's kind of weird. I feel like I should be upset, or be feeling something. I've come home to a house full of his things- his clothes in his room, his food in the fridge, and he's never coming back, but somehow that's okay. Maybe it will hit me later.
I do have an overwhelming desire to pack up his stuff though!