Confession of a special needs father: Guilt and a plethora of emotions
The boys are in rare form this morning. Lizze is miserable and I've lost a great deal of motivation. I have to make a phone call this morning that I never thought I would have to make. I have to call a residential treatment facility and make arrangements for Gavin to be admitted. Just writing this makes me sick to my stomach. The place he would be going is by Lake Erie, north of the Cleveland Clinic. I haven't seen it on a map but I'm pretty sure I'm at least close. They come highly recommended and we've checked them out before. I don't want to make this call. I don't want to have anything to do with this. No parent should ever have to do this to their child,…