I love the room. It's at the end of a hall, long walk to his room. The room is large. He has his desk facing a window that looks to the woods. We've seen cuyotes out the window.

There is a love seat in the corner where I sit. He sits in a chair across from me. There is a side table to his left. There is a braided run in front of the love seat that I straighten when I go in. There is a table to the left of the love seat with a lamp on it and a clock that faces him.

He has pictures he has taken of Daytona Beach. He also has the Serenity Prayer framed on his wall. He has a tall bookshelf on one wall that I don't look directly at. He has another small bookshelf on a different wall that is empty. He has a lamp and coffee pot on top. He has a credenza on another wall with a large organizer on top. This is where he keeps his hand outs.

It is the best time of the week when I am sitting in that room. I feel so safe and comforted. I can be full of anxiety getting there and waiting, but as soon as I get to that room it all changes.

I've never had anyone comfort me like he can, without any touching. His voice is so soft and calm. Everything I say to him is ok. Never a look of shock or make me feel it's unusual. I'm so safe there. I feel safer there than I do at home.