2010

This was my Year of Recovery. It was Not Easy.

Dad Moved us out of the Okemos Apartments quickly. Right after the First Court Hearing. He scrambled to find us a suitable Home and suprisingly found one within a week. The place was looked over by the Protective Services person in charge of us, and She approved, so Dad took the place, even though it was more than he could afford. But what could he do? It was not a month later that the Problems arose, Like Different Bugs comming from the Basement, and the Landlord only Offered Moth-Balls as a Solution. Dad Discovered that the Ductwork had Asbestos Wrapped around it, and it was loose, Creating Asbestos Dust whenever the Furnace Ran. Dad had looked into Subsidized Housing prior to moving there, but was on a waiting list. It was Five Months before he received the Call that an Apartment was Available at the Section 8 Housing, and we Moved There. Dada Ensured that Between all of the Moves, My Bedroom looked almost the Same so I felt at Home.

Dad arranged my Birthday Party at School and at my Grandparents. My Cake at School looked like this;

It was very Yummy, and I enjoyed my Party. (See Below)

Then it was off to my Grandparents for my Party with Family. My Cake had the same Theme, but was different...(See Below)

I Started liking the Realistic Plastic Animals earlier in the year.

The Birthday Parties Started the New School Year right. My Dad had helped me overcome a lot since the Series of Abuse from 2009. Dad worked Really Hard to Understand and Help me Overcome and Return to the way I was before then.

Dad got me using P.E.C.S. (Picture Exchange and Communication System) and I became really good with using them, but after a while, I became frustrated with the whole system. It's hard for me to use it now. Dad has tried, but I don't like using it anymore.

My Dad had to quit working this year. No-One would continue watching me because of 'Protective Services' always coming around while he was at work. My Dad could not afford a liscensed place either because they charged twice of what My Dad was earning. It made no financial sense. On the upside, he had more time for me.