One of my students was removed from my school. His foster parents said they couldn't handle him any longer.
Yes, he has many conditions that require extensive support.
Today, I was informed that he was placed in a psych program in upstate New York. Now I have to find a way to see him before the holidays. I sold my car when I moved to Manhattan, so it looks as though I'll be asking my parents to use one of their cars next weekend. I likewise hope that my father is available to join me. Perhaps for support; perhaps for the need to validate the one constant I've been so exceptionally fortune to have throughout my life.
I simply can't fathom this child not feeling loved at this time of the year. He needs to know someone gives a damn; that there just might be someone to turn to for the duration.