some days are just days. When I got to the Mountain, Ben was with him. They were watching a movie. Ian was not having a great day, he had a hard time expressing his need. Things progressed and he did end up being changed, I am sure he was hotter that a raped ape in Costa Rica in July as he was in flannel pants and a waffle shirt. Shorts and a tee shirt were much more appropriate. I can not get over what people are thinking sometime.
Ian did a lot of reaching for the back of his head and said his head hurts. Not sure what that is all about but it does need to be addressed. He is so volitale and labile in his thoughts. Ian, I am praying will soon take his frustration and anger and feeling bad and use it to fight - soon.
It has been 6 months now and sometimes that seems like such a long time, but really it is not, so much more work to be done and really I so want him to just come home. We can take him to therapy here and having people around him that care on a more frequent basis will be good. I love my boy, and I want him to want to work, cause he has to.
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