Oksana has been home for a week now. Having her home has given me some insight on our experience with residential. Here is some of the good and bad.
Good:
- The staff there was very kind and friendly. I never had any doubt that she was well cared for. You could tell they loved her.
- It was a much needed break for our family. We felt like we could breathe for the first time in a long time.
Bad:
-She came home a total sedated zombie. That is more than a bit frustrating to me. Telling me her behaviors are much better leads me to believe she is actually awake and functioning. It's hard to be aggressive when you are sleeping. We are already seeing this get better but the day she came home she literally slept on and off all day. She would be walking through the living room and then she would face plant on our couch and fall asleep.
-They did absolutely everything for her. This child never lifted a finger there. All of the work we did to make her as independent as possible was thrown out the window. She started wetting her pants again so the staff would clean her up and she would get more attention. Since coming home she has not wet her pants once. For the first few days she has sobbed hysterically because we dared to make her dress herself, which she has done independently for years. Now she has reduced her crying by about 95% and generally does everything she did before with no problem. I think she is starting to figure out what life is like in the real world again!
We are definitely glad we brought her home. As nice as they were and as nice as the break was it was getting to the point where it was doing her no good at all to stay there. She went back to her psychiatrist and her therapist yesterday. I am so thrilled to have her back under the team that knows her best. The psychiatrist at the residential center spent 10 minutes with her the first day he met her, declared that all of our diagnoses were wrong...you know, the ones given by professionals that are the best in their field and have known her for years...., and proceeded to drug her into oblivion and send her home. Not helpful.
Both the psychiatrist and therapist were a bit shocked by what she looked like. Here's the struggle. When she is up and moving she has no problems at all. She is alert, moving well, etc. The second she sits down she looks like a zombie. She can't sit up, she drools, hangs her head down, and can barely keep her eyes open. She is also rocking and stimming a ton more than she did before. This morning we did a blood draw to check her Depakote levels. If they are high then the answer is clearly to reduce the Depakote. If they are at a therapeutic level we find ourselves in a bind. See, she is still getting agitated and self injuring. She has bruises and marks on her hands from where she has been biting them. I guess it is better than ripping her hair out until she is bald (which is going to take forever to grow back). Still, the big fear, of course, is that her aggression will come back full force if we start reducing meds. We may find ourselves in the unfortunate situation of having to decide what level of side effects we are willing to allow to keep her safe. That's a nice way of saying how sedated are we willing to keep her so she doesn't beat us up.
We are also still waiting on the psychiatric hospital and hoping they might be able to take her and help us sort this out. I called them the day she was discharged from residential and they said it would be another month. They told us that a month ago, so you can see why I have learned to stop counting on that.
The bottom line is that we are taking everything one day at a time. She is safe and doing fine here right now. She is back at school doing 1/2 days and that is going fine as well. One day at a time.....