Don’t even get me going on therapy. We have been jumping through hoops for so long, that I can barely remember when we got started. Although additional testing, services, and therapy have been ordered, we are on a waiting list. I was told this past week we will have a minimum wait of about four more months to get any help.

If we had known how near impossible it was to obtain services in our area, we would have never gone this route. But we were led to believe they would be available when we were receiving training. We had no idea the lengths we would have to go to, to actually get them.

But now the deed is done, and it’s not like we can just pack ‘em up and send ‘em back. So we muddle along doing the best we can. Our cw believes they are doing well and making real progress, but agrees that it is because we have been willing to sweat blood to get them there. He further agrees that we cannot continue this indefinitely.

The long and short of it is, that we assured her we would never send her back for telling us how she really felt, and that we would continue to help her achieve her goals, and care for her. She has stopped calling me Mom, and has another sweet pet name for me. I am allowing this as she is far less surly when she says it. One question she asked was, “What if I changed my mind some day, and wanted to be adopted?” We told her that you can be adopted at any time in your life, even after you became an adult. This seemed to comfort her.