I have a somewhat (ok very much) OT story that happened today that really drives home the need for family involvement when a person with special needs goes missing.
As some of you know, my Mom has Alzheimer's Disease and lives at an Assisted Living facility near me.Today I was driving in to visit her and she was walking on the main road that leads to the Highway. It was truly divine intervention that I saw her because I was actually going to visit later in the day. I can't imagine if I'd arrived ten minutes later where she would be right now. They have moved her to the Alzheimers unit now and she'll have to wear an ankle bracelet. I have been so shaken and upset by this, that I spent most of the day breaking down in tears.
My point is--I ALMOST lost my mother today and I'm a basket case. She wouldn't know how to communicate where I lived or maybe even know my full name. She is safe, and I thank God for that, but I'll never understand how anyone would not be frantic if their loved one was missing. How can that be possible? And WHY?