Maybe a therapy animal could be beneficial for your sis. I understand your dad is anti pet but is my understanding that a therapy animal is very well trained. Sounds like you have doctors for her. Maybe talk to them about the possibility of specifically trained therapy animal for her. Love you. Good luck >I have posted here before about my little sister who is pretty cognitively impaired, suffers from a psychotic disorder, and suffers from a neurological condition that we can't seem to diagnose. Living with her is super unpredictable to put it lightly. When she has bad days, she has very bad days filled with paranoid delusions, temper tantrums, and crying spells. Luckily, we seem to have found a better cocktail of anti psychotics and anti seizure medication to make her able to function sort of normally throughout the day (ie: not have constant delusions, not have constant seizures, and not be walking around like a zombie). Today, I finally can share a story about her antics that is more endearing than terrifying, which is a nice change.

I got up at 9 am this morning and went downstairs to the bathroom and my little sister is already up. She yells at me from the living room, "Come here! I have something to show you!"

My first thought is that she is about to try to point out some creature in our living room that isn't actually there, but I walk into the living room and am shocked to see she is sitting on the couch holding a tiny bunny. She was hugging it close to her chest, tightly but gently and the bunny was sniffing the air curiously.

Of course, the first thing I asked was, "um where did you get that bunny from...."

"I caught it in the yard!" She told me proudly.

"How......?"

"I snuck up on it! Can we keep it? I'm being gentle with it..."

"Um let me get Dad...." I said and sprinted up the stairs to get my dad, hoping she wouldn't let the little bunny out of her hands and loose into our house. I didn't feel like spending my entire morning before work trying to wrangle a baby bunny.

My Dad, who is very anti- pet, told my sister that she couldn't keep the bunny, but told me to make sure she hadn't accidentally hurt it before letting it back outside. We put it in a box lined with newspaper in our garage with some water and grass and watched it hop around for a few minutes to make sure it was ok. She named the bunny Velvet, even though I told my sister that she needed to put the bunny back where she found it so naming it wouldn't do anything. She was upset at first, but then reflected thoughtfully that Velvet probably missed her (or his?) mom and dad. She carefully lifted the bunny out of the box and carried it around our backyard for a few minutes, whispering instructions to it about how to survive in nature. "Ok Velvet, you have to make sure to not go into the street and to not eat out of people's gardens. You have to go find your family. I will put you back now."

She put the bunny back presumably where she found it and it hopped away.

"I wonder if Velvet will remember me," she said to me as we walked back into the house.

I assured her that Velvet would most likely never forget her. I know I will never forget how Velvet made her face lit up as she held her in her hands. I haven't seen her genuinely happy in so long, it made my dad and I tear up. Maybe I'll try to convince him to let her get a bunny or a cat or something.

I have posted here before about my little sister who is pretty cognitively impaired, suffers from a psychotic disorder, and suffers from a neurological condition that we can't seem to diagnose. Living with her is super unpredictable to put it lightly. When she has bad days, she has very bad days filled with paranoid delusions, temper tantrums, and crying spells. Luckily, we seem to have found a better cocktail of anti psychotics and anti seizure medication to make her able to function sort of normally throughout the day (ie: not have constant delusions, not have constant seizures, and not be walking around like a zombie). Today, I finally can share a story about her antics that is more endearing than terrifying, which is a nice change.

I got up at 9 am this morning and went downstairs to the bathroom and my little sister is already up. She yells at me from the living room, "Come here! I have something to show you!"

My first thought is that she is about to try to point out some creature in our living room that isn't actually there, but I walk into the living room and am shocked to see she is sitting on the couch holding a tiny bunny. She was hugging it close to her chest, tightly but gently and the bunny was sniffing the air curiously.

Of course, the first thing I asked was, "um where did you get that bunny from...."

"I caught it in the yard!" She told me proudly.

"How......?"

"I snuck up on it! Can we keep it? I'm being gentle with it..."

"Um let me get Dad...." I said and sprinted up the stairs to get my dad, hoping she wouldn't let the little bunny out of her hands and loose into our house. I didn't feel like spending my entire morning before work trying to wrangle a baby bunny.

My Dad, who is very anti- pet, told my sister that she couldn't keep the bunny, but told me to make sure she hadn't accidentally hurt it before letting it back outside. We put it in a box lined with newspaper in our garage with some water and grass and watched it hop around for a few minutes to make sure it was ok. She named the bunny Velvet, even though I told my sister that she needed to put the bunny back where she found it so naming it wouldn't do anything. She was upset at first, but then reflected thoughtfully that Velvet probably missed her (or his?) mom and dad. She carefully lifted the bunny out of the box and carried it around our backyard for a few minutes, whispering instructions to it about how to survive in nature. "Ok Velvet, you have to make sure to not go into the street and to not eat out of people's gardens. You have to go find your family. I will put you back now."

She put the bunny back presumably where she found it and it hopped away.

"I wonder if Velvet will remember me," she said to me as we walked back into the house.

I assured her that Velvet would most likely never forget her. I know I will never forget how Velvet made her face lit up as she held her in her hands. I haven't seen her genuinely happy in so long, it made my dad and I tear up. Maybe I'll try to convince him to let her get a bunny or a cat or something.