Due to no change in getting PWS to participate in conversation or household activities, I call his probationary agent, Lea. She said that PWS missed his last appointment and he had failed to respond to her attempts to contact him. I told her that Philip was depressed, withdrawn, and unresponsive to me for weeks. She asked me if I had any ideas to how to get him to reengage. I had no ideas. I told her that his continuing to share my apartment was no longer sustainable and I would prefer he find other housing.
Lea said she had already issued a warrant for his arrest due to non compliance to check ins. She called the police to pick up Philip. Police came; PWS went to jail. He will meet with Lea within two days. Lea will start the conversation with Philip about this next steps. I don’t know if I’ll get pulled into any meetings or discussions.
There is meat spoiling in the fridge. I must throw out or freeze whatever is still viable. I decided to place my order for Factor75 meals — which had been the plan I made with my healthcare team before PWS moved in.
Feelings. Stressed. Dread what will happen when PWS finds out I don’t want him back. Confused about how to handle Philip’s curb salvaged coffee table is sitting outside back door still, because he didn’t take action to put the table in the storage locker or make other plans. Dread telling PWS that I sold my (his) car. Scared I’ll hate my Factor meals.