My daughter lives in a group home [View all]
and comes here every Tuesday to snuggle and watch TV with me. She functions emotionally like a toddler, and she knows when Tuesday comes around because she rushes to the front door of her day program to look for me. She loves me and slobbers like a puppy.
She spends her day with a couple of hundred other disabled adults. They are not crowded, and there is a nurse on site. The clients are sent home if they have a fever. They do go out into the community, to movies and restaurants and malls, but I don't know if these outings will continue.
Her home for the past seven years has been a nice house not too far from us which she shares with two other disabled women and 24-hour staff.
Every other Sunday, all three ladies plus staff come to our house for dinner and visiting. These ladies are intellectually disabled and cannot be expected to follow safety precautions like covering coughs and sneezes. The Sundays at our house are the only time they visit friends--for we are their friends--and they all look forward to it enormously, as do we.
I am 73 years old with serious lung disease (one lung was removed years ago), and I am in a position to stay home virtually all the time.
Coronavirus has shown up in our county in PA, and schools are being closed.
My heart is breaking.
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