Savant Is Coming Home

Savant had planned to stay at school, and take classes, but because of a few SNAFUs and persistent mental illness, he found himself without housing for this summer. He just assumed he could stay in his on-campus apartment. He got an apartment, instead of a dorm room, because, though he had only completed two semesters of college, he had enough credits to make him a Junior; and upper-class men get perks. As of yesterday he completed two more classes.

He was fairly delusional earlier in the semester, he had to drop all but two classes, to survive. He had to repay his loans and grants, because they are only for students who are taking a full load of classes. His psychiatrist, Vocational Rehab, the Disabled Students Office, etc., may have been able to intervene, but I don't know if that would have helped him keep any of the funding in place for just two classes.

Last week, I tried to get specific answers from him about whether he had made arrangements with the housing office. Had he gotten the bill for it paid, etc.. He had not signed up for classes in the first summer session, but didn't think that mattered... It mattered.
He had not checked into it!
I called the housing office to see if I could rush over with a check, before the semester ended (yesterday was the date to be out of your on-campus housing). I was told that the on-campus apartments he lives in, were closing for demolition and remodeling!

*(Anyone who has read some of my old entries knows that, (Idiot Like a) Savant is schizophrenic, but on medication, many medications over the years, none of which have given him back normal sanity. Before he became ill, when he was in high school, he earned the highest SAT scores in the school (only missed 5 answers), and was also the only Merit Scholar. Was accepted to a private university in Massachusetts when he was 16, but even with the scholarship he was offered, we couldn't come up with the remaining tuition, etc. Picture the amount a small house costs. So he stayed in high school for his senior year and added to his cache of college credit courses. The story gets way too long here and you'll have to check past entries if you want to hear the rest of it.)

*I'm going to have to start using links to this, as an explanation for any reader who doesn't want to read the whole freaking blog archive, to figure out what I'm talking about. I always feel annoying, like Hyacinth Bucket, when she describes her sister Violet, as the one with a pool, a sauna, and room for a pony, in every episode.

The point is, this disease impairs your judgment even if you are on meds, and have an awesome I.Q. Add whiskey and pot and cough syrup for fun, and you become retarded in some areas of your brain. That is why I have begun to be less supportive when he has poisoned himself with that shit. The first 50 times it scares you to death. And nothing I have done or said has changed his behavior a bit. So, I'm going to try to be nice when it happens again, because I adore him, but I need to brush up on my non-enabler skills.

Anyway, summer school isn't going to happen this year. I'm really sorry things got so screwed up, because he has made some friends there, which is a huge benefit to his happiness. And he likes living on his own, even though he is "transportation impaired". His dad and I think it would be great if he could buy a condo near the school; but we are assuming that the payments would probably exceed his disability stipend. He gets so bored at our house, and I understand that. What 21 year old wants to be stuck in the country with Mom & Dad?

Welcome home Darlin'.