Hi all, Nice to be back with some good news and situations resolved. My son regained full custody of my 6-year old autistic GS in late fall full time. I have backed out of all care and involvement with the school (which was like a full time job in itself). Son is handling everything. It is a lot for him and I worry about his recovery, but I have to work my program and let him take care of himself. The bottom line is, where he is concerned, we are a lot better off than we were last year at this time. Lots of blessings in this area of our lives. We've had our share of heartache too. My Godson/40 year old nephew passed in August. It was an OD. We knew he was alcoholic, but had no idea of the drug use. Failure to thrive x100. We are still in shock and are raw from the hurt. I ache for my sister and brother in law. They are forever scarred by this loss. It's unspeakable. We are all doing the best we can. Our elder son is still not medicated. He had been on parole and living first in a half way house, then a shelter and finally a ministry that specialized in giving ex-offenders a hand up. It was a great program but elder son chafed at the structure. Still, it fulfilled a parole requirement and the parole board said no to the shelter. He had to have an address. So we were hoping that this place would open him up to getting medical attention, procure a job and get an apartment. THEY PROVIDE THIS. He doesn't avail himself of any of their services. Regardless, we were having a cordial relationship through the spring and summer until the funeral of my nephew, his first cousin, where elder son stands up in the middle of the prayers/services and said that his cousin didn't believe in God or Jesus Christ and he doesn't either. My younger son kept me in my seat. Our parish priest (who knows all about all of us) thanked him and continued. The rest of the weekend he was withdrawn and went back to the ministry on the following day. I found out the next week he sent a lurid text to my niece, another first cousin who is a few years younger than him. I thought maybe someone hacked his phone, but no. It was written while he was at my house the day of the funeral. I went with my niece to get an order of protection filled out against him. We haven't heard from him since. He is off parole, moved out of the ministry and I believe is living in a shelter where he has to leave a the crack of dawn and then can go back at night. As of now I will not engage in any relationship with him until he is medicated and has made amends. He isn't reaching out either. He knows how bad what he did is. I think he does anyway. So, things are not solved, or simple, but I am getting through it. I am trying to find joy in each day and some days I spend searching for it like a set of misplaced keys. But, I feel if I let myself even for a moment, slip into abject sorrow, I will never emerge. I don't know if there is enough healing in the world to deal with the stuff of 2016, but I have my faith and I need to keep a laser focus on what's good and right and right in front of me, one day at a time. Love to you all. I'll check around and catch up with you.