thank you left in 6/2000. He came home to live twice, 3 months each time, once in 2003 and then again in 2004. He was 9 when he left. It's probably 50/50 that he'll ever live here again.
I have to say, I don't think husband and I have ever struggled with the choices we've made, at least not after the fact. The initial decision to place him in Residential Treatment Center (RTC) was by far the hardest parenting decision we've ever had to make, and the second and third times really were not a whole lot easier, but once the decision was made? It was made.
thank you was extremely unsafe at home. husband and I really stretched our parenting skills and resourcefulness beyond all expectations, trying to keep him home. There was simply no other option left to us. It was not our failure as his parents and it was not abandonment. It was protecting our other kids and hopefully giving thank you the very best shot at possibly becoming an independent adult. Jury's still out on that one.
Certainly there has been a huge sense of loss over the years for various reasons. The Halloweens and birthdays and Christmas' and Thanksgivings spent in Residential Treatment Center (RTC). The fact that my child didn't grow up before my eyes, that he and I missed so *many* good night kisses and good morning hugs, that really husband and I missed almost half his life. The thought of what will he tell his kids about his "childhood", because he really didn't have much of one. Absolutely there's an ache and a wound there. But also.... we had no choice. I have no doubt that thank you's situation would be much *much* worse if we had somehow tried to maintain him at home, because he simply isn't/wasn't manageable here.
We made the best possible decision we could, trying to weigh the needs of the entire family. We haven't always been spot on (Residential Treatment Center (RTC) #2 was a snake pit, which we obviously didn't know at the time) but we have always tried our very best to make thoughtful choices for thank you.
We have a pretty good relationship with thank you. Always have, really, aside from the usual difficult child blow ups about how he didn't need to be in Residential Treatment Center (RTC) and his half-hearted attempts to lash out at us from time to time. We see him a couple of times a month, and the door is open for him to return home if/when he proves he can function for an extended period of time in his current lesser restrictive placement. I want more than anything for him to be safe and happy.
I think probably the one thing that I do have guilt/regret/hurt over is the fact that to this day, I cannot bring myself to fully trust him to be safe, to make good choices. It's nowhere near as bad as it used to be, that expectation that he is going to explode into another violent rage at any given moment, but I do have to admit that if he *were* to blow up, it wouldn't come as any great surprise.