Yesterday we had our first "home" visit with difficult child. It was wonderful. We live about 2.5 hrs away from the Residential Treatment Center (RTC) and have been visiting every few days but have had to stay at the complex and by the time we drive all the way in we can only stay for an hour. Yesterday we got to take T off the complex and around town for about 5 hours. I realize that this isn't home and I'm still a little nervous about bringing T back here because this is the only place he has ever really shown his GFGdom. I know things are not going to be perfect when he gets home. I know that I should plan for the worst but hope for the best. I'm trying hard to be real about the situation, I'm trying to remember what got us to this point but I'm seeing signs of improvement. I left last night and really missed him. T has a heart warming smile that was lost during these last few months but it was back yesterday. T worked all day on a special card for me. He was able to ride in our car without throwing anything or screaming at the top of his lungs (something that didn't happen at all during the last three weeks that he was home before he was admitted). He was happy and easy going. He still was anxious at times but was able to calm himself. He was "nudged" by easy child 1 with a few comments but handled everything with an even mood. He talked freely about what happened here and what he was so angry about. He talked about things he's learning (and he is really learning and do a lot of the things that they have taught him) and ways we can help him. The medications are helping. A small little thing to bring a little hope and to hold onto. I think we'll request a home visit next weekend to test the waters with a little more reality of day to day family life.