The most memorable wards I had were three men, each of whom lived in his own apartment. (They didn't know each other.) They were more or less able to manage a small portion of their income each month, as far as buying groceries (I often took them to the grocery store) and having a little spending-money.
Eventually each of them saved enough to buy small amounts of illegal drugs, and ended up being arrested on drug charges at different times. So although each one received a court-appointed lawyer to defend against the charges, it was necessary for me to be with them in criminal court to testify that they were under guardianship and therefore should have additional leniency from the judge, such as being allowed to enter a pre-trial intervention program.
One of the three, a developmentally disabled but relatively high-functioning young man, had fathered two children with different mothers after he became a ward. His elder child, a girl, lived with her mother, but the younger child, a boy, was placed into the foster care system immediately after birth, due to the emotional disability of the child's mother.
Eventually the foster care agency found a married couple who wanted to adopt the boy, so I had to supervise two of their visits with the child and my ward. My ward couldn't visit the boy except with supervision. I had to explain to my ward why it was necessary that he allow the child to be adopted and to sign forms to formalize his voluntary termination of parental rights.
Eventually, one by one, in each of these three cases, my agency moved to end the guardianship and the court approved the restoration of all rights to the wards.