In 1998, when I first started writing my memoir about raising a child with developmental disabilities, I hadn’t given much thought to moving Jessica, my 16-year-old daughter, to a group home.
Four years later, she was the last of our children still living at home. Both her father and I worked full-time, and when her after-school care program was discontinued, I had to decide whether she was ready to stay home alone.
She was certainly old enough. I figured she was ready. Besides, she would only be alone for less than an hour. I developed a plan, starting with giving her a key and showed her the steps I expected her to follow.Read more on themighty.com