Feeling a bit shell-shocked and reduced to drinking too much wine and watching 'Three Weddings and a Funeral' for the Nth time like a zombie. He's been hitting all holiday so far, all day every day (except when other people around that he likes to impress).
There never seems to be any rhyme or reason for the violence. Thank god for good friends and for his Aiming High easter playscheme next week and for wine. I start counting the years until he is eligible for full-time care but worry that he'll miss us and get mistreated and he'll hit his carers and they will hate him.