This past week I've been experiencing a little too much drama - negative unavoidable drama. My adult son suffered a traumatic brain injury (TBI) as the result of an horrific car accident. The ten year anniversary will be on January 19th. He functions with diminished capacities both physically and mentally.
He was in a coma for almost a year. His wife, against our strenuous counsel not to, removed him from his rehabilitation hospital and moved him to a remote rural community. His physical, speech, and occupational therapy ceased. He uses a motorized chair to get around and the use of a walker.
He was in a coma for almost a year. His wife, against our strenuous counsel not to, removed him from his rehabilitation hospital and moved him to a remote rural community. His physical, speech, and occupational therapy ceased. He uses a motorized chair to get around and the use of a walker.
I learned last week that his wife, who has alienated every member of our family and has virtually isolated my son from contact with us, has divorced him (she was divorced and remarried within a three week period). She has moved him into an old broken down ratty trailer house without handicap access. There is no one to help him bathe or to prepare meals (the ex-wife promises to send food to him every day). THIS IS MY WORST NIGHTMARE! Various avenues are being pursued to address this formidable situation, but of course none can or will happen quickly.
I find that sleep and solice are not to be found right now.
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