Day 15

It's been two weeks I'm not sure how he's doing, but I'm still trying to find my way. The facility had offered to match me with a parent that I could talk to, so I finally asked for one today. She was very nice, but her son's experience was nothing like ours. The big issue I wanted to talk about - the "hate mail" - and how to respond - was foreign to her. Her son had got willingly, and she had driven him up. She had received no nasty letters. I guess we'll need to use some of the therapy time Monday to explore how best to respond. I've been paralyzed since receiving that last letter; I really don't want to say the wrong thing, so I guess its better to say nothing for now.