Tim was home for Thanksgiving for less than 24 hours.

He came home 3 PM Tuesday.  My parents picked him up and brought him home.
His anxiety got the better of him, and the inevitable meltdown happened.  We decided – he and Tom and I – that he (and we) would be ‘safer’ if Tim went back to school.

So Tom took him back, noon Wednesday.

Maybe, someday, we’ll figure all this out.

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  • Nanci Schiman November 28, 2010 at 4:33 am

    I'm so sorry, Chrisa. Illnesses just don't care about holidays or other special moments. I think that in many ways the holidays put such unfair expectations on all of us it's almost inevitable that we end up with disappointment. But that doesn't keep us from hoping and trying the 'next times'.



  • Anonymous November 28, 2010 at 8:58 pm

    I follow your blog, but don't usually comment. I am so sorry to hear this. I am sure it must be heartbreaking for you.

  • raistlinsmommy December 1, 2010 at 1:35 am

    All I can think to say is that you're not alone. I know we had a pretty rough last couple of weeks and Thanksgiving was so very difficult. Hang in there, stay the strong person you are. — Kirsten