The last time I visited Michigan, it was unpleasant. J was off his meds and that had the entire family in chaos. I set clear boundaries with J that he would not see GB until he was in treatment. As out of control as he was, GB had no interest in interacting with him and told him so.
About six weeks ago, Joel applied to a new program, that was based on DBT. The psychiatrist and therapist work closely together and there is also group work involved. J likes the program.
In the four days we have been here, my son has been stable, responsible, and enjoyable. My grandchildren are happy and relaxed. J and GB have spent time together having real conversations. GB and X have a connection that is enjoyable to watch.
Hope is still having major struggles and difficulty with daily life, even with her world very small. We leave tomorrow morning, early enough to meet a friend 20 minutes north of Detroit. I am happy I came to visit.
This is GB and her birth father, J. J has been stable on Geodon for 6 weeks now. He wasn’t stable the last time she saw him. GB has responded well to J’s stability. She has asked him a number of hard questions and he has been able to give her factual, truthful answers. Right now, they are having lunch at Ruby*Tuesdays. GB is one happy girl. I am happy that they both are feeling good about their relationship.
Today I knew the IEP meeting was at 11 am. I was dressed in my professional best (shoes, even). I introduced myself, including my credentials. I had my graphs, a list of the information the school was suppose to bring to the meeting, and the relevant law dog eared in my WrightsLaw book.
X has appropriate reading goals, research-based reading interventions, and Extended School Year written into his IEP. They will be evaluating X’s word retrieval speed and doing an FBA.
Last night, my son smacked X and gave GB the middle finger. I read the riot act to my son. I told him he would only have supervised visitation with GB. I also told him if CPS took X away, I would be going to court to take X back to New York. I know I don’t need one more kid, but J has had a vasectomy and there will be no more children from him.
I get to leave tomorrow and drive the 17 hours back to New York.