Relief

A week ago yesterday, I submitted a SPOA form to try to get some support for Hope. Today, I received a phone call from a social worker from the program I was hoping to get Hope into. The committee has already met, the application approved, the referral sent and accepted. A worker is coming on Tuesday to do the paperwork. It is a blessing.


Hope and I spent the afternoon together, just the two of us. She raged, but they were short lived once I reminded her Daddy wouldn't be home for three days. Tomorrow I  we are going to get rid of all the contraband (nail polish, paint, sharpies, ect) in the house.

Our Star, Today....SPOA!

SPOA stands for Single Point of Access. In New York, it is the only way to get mental health care beyond once a week therapy.  Hope's therapists filled out a SPOA application last week. I took it home, read it and sent it to the proper office. Yesterday I received a call from the SPOA lady, who said I needed an axis four diagnosis and a GAF. A GAF is a number that tells you a child's Generalized Assessment of Functioning. I needed this number to get GB a medicaid waiver. Her GAF was a 68. Her socialization skills were not age appropriate and her self care skills were behind, too. Hope's GAF was a 48. This score is apparently low enough to get her an RCT placement. We don't want an RTC placement- The Dad and  I are convinced that if we sent Hope any where, we would lose what chance we had of her healing. I do believe she needs more support services.


I am still sleeping better with the alarm on Hope's door set.