Conspiracy Theory...

So... we're sitting in our room, and DW comes to the door... "Where is my remote control car"? he asks... well - the last time I saw the car, it was banging against the wall in dad's office. "I had it on the table!" he says, volume beginning to really escalate now... "We don't know" we tell him, "WE" being me, dad, JR, and PJ. Wailing now we hear... "Well, SG says he doesn't know where it is... and you guys say you don't know where it is... Somebody knows something!!!!!" Of course at this moment all of us burst out laughing, SG comes in and states the car was last seen on the dining room table, and he's got no clue. I told DW that it wasn't our job to keep track of his toys, and he went off mumbling about how we have all moved against him to keep him from playing with the car.

Now, we took the controller for this car away two days after Christmas because the antenna was broken and thus a weapon of the most rudimentary kind... great for the "revenge" DW is plotting against his enemies... whom I've not met yet, but apparently they're all around us all the time... given the number of weapons constructed in the bedroom next door -- I'd say they're are quite a few of them too!

I know it's disturbing for some parents to see behaviors like this in a child, especially one that's generally sweet and loving... make no mistake -- you would fall madly, head-over-heels in LOVE with DW if you met him... I know you would, he's that kind of kiddo! His psyche however is a very convoluted thing -- and stuff goes on in his head I cannot even begin to understand, nor explain... that's why he's going into PRTF... the doctors can hopefully figure out what makes him tick... and possibly find something that helps.

We find that DW is an incredibly intelligent, amusing, loving, and challenging child. He's unique in every way from his brothers and sisters... there is nothing about him that's not a new experience each and every day... and the lessons that we learn from him are large, and significant.

We pray daily that hospitalization is not required, that eventually the right combination of medications will make things work... but we know full well that without therapy, DW is lost. With the ability to obtain 30 or 40 hours a week of therapy, DW is going to see his way through his world and into ours... we just know it! Meanwhile, we'll continue to make the best of things, and laugh when we can, enjoy each and every moment we have because after all, memories last a lifetime.