It has been a month since little Evan left our home. After his worker stopped his family visits, his behavior became worse than it had been since coming to our home. He was throwing tantrums that lasted for hours where he would scream, bang his head against the wall, and throw things. We were also getting bad reports from school, everything there had become a struggle there like it was at home.
As I have said before, having this chaos brings on stress for the whole family. Our daughter was complaining of stomach pain and nausea. The last two weeks he was with us, the stress was really taking a toll on my body. I went to the doctor to make sure I didn’t have hepatitis A, since there are so many cases reported right now. I was vomiting every day and had diarrhea. I was negative for hepatitis A. My doctor said she believed it was stress related.
Three days after Evan left, all of my symptoms were gone. He was going to respite until a bed opened for him at the residential facility. I have not heard anything from his worker since he left. They are not obligated to tell me anything.
Every day I think about him. I wonder what he’s doing. I wonder if he thinks about us. I wonder if we made any impression on him at all. My hope is that we planted a little seed in him that will continue to grow throughout his life.
As a mother, I feel like I failed him. I know that I tried but I really thought I was going to be the one that didn’t give up. Admitting that I was not able to fully help him or handle his outbursts hurts my heart.