Thanks for the encouragement - I do not need a lot! I do so empathise with your relative, the worry that comes with change, and the concern that someone will be just left to 'vegetate'. Our son has never had something to do every day of the week. He has had occasional forays into attending the community college, where he was one of a group trying to learn the basics of living - money, food, etc., but there is such a demand on these places that unless there are signs of definite understanding and improvement, then the place has to be given to someone else. Quite rightly so as well, time and money should be spent on those most able to benefit from it. At the moment he just goes to an art class one afternoon a week, actually just sploshes paint around and enjoys the company. Horse riding he loves, I think perhaps the young ladies who help as much as the horses, but lessons for that are a bit erratic and depend on the availability of the horses and volunteer staff. Very special needs, as required by your relative are of course a different matter, and what is available does, I would imagine depend very much on where one lives. I should be interested to know what happens.
With regard to our sons communication - well, it is a bit individual, I think. I am renowned for using my hands when talking - in fact without them I would probably be dumb (as well as hard of hearing!), and although Robert does not sign as such he does have some very definite hand signals (one or two I would rather he did not have), and his face will tell you a great deal. All that is very limited of course, but we have learned that if we stand and speak to him quietly and get the nod or shake of head then we can progress from there. Asking him of he wants this or that, is easy, left hand/right hand. If we go out for a meal we read the menu, and he decides what he would like, cheese and biscuits being his favourite after a meal. When he was at the weekly boarding school, the teacher there started sending home a note every weekend as to what he had been doing, we in turn sent a note back about the weekend. When he was sixteen and went into community care, we continued this, and it eventually became a diary. We bought him a large one for his birthday (born Christmas eve), and it became the thing to do. He has of course never been able to ask for something he would like, it is very much guess-work, but when we were sitting down one time writing his diary I asked him what he would like for his birthday, he closed the diary and put his hand on it - I almost wept! Going on again - perhaps I should write a book. Have a good weekend.