Group homes are a challenge for me. Being the control freak I am, I want to see what is going on with my brother each minute. Group homes are a mixed bag. Some great, some not. I had to make the choice to use one when my brother’s behaviors got to the point I couldn’t handle any longer. His care consumed my days and nights. It hurt my marriage. Taking care of someone with autism is not a task to be taken lightly. Meds, doctors, and tantrums (dealing with a 250 plus LB. man) and more. I love my brother but I also know my limits. It has been a teaching experience for me. While I won’t ever love group homes, I have come to understand that for our family, and especially for Karl, it was the right choice.