The respite never came. I'm sure it would have come....eventually, but I was at the end of my rope and couldn't handle her anymore. I ended up placing Elizabeth in a group home at the end of January of last year. (Just over 11 months ago).
The group home is 70 miles away from where I live and I'm unable to drive. I have simple-partial seizures. (I don't lose consciousness, or anything severe like that, but when it comes to driving, even tiny seizures count).
I put in a resume, (it's going in today's mail, infact), for a teaching position at a Christian school in the same town where she lives. (I've taught in Christian schools before). That would be nice. I hardly ever get to see her because of my transportation problems.
Wish me luck.
