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YourhandMyAss -> RE: Fight club in home for disabled (3/10/2009 4:44:14 PM)
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When I was in the group home there was a girl with a weak bladder, and so she had to get up and pee, in what would be normally lights out after hours, and if she peed her bed the group home staff would make fun of her, but if you got up to go pee after "lights out and there for out of room curfew" You were fined points, and if you lose enough points that day loss of privileges due to the loss of points would be following. One time a girl was allowed to get her steel toed boots on, She was hollaring loudly about how she was gonna get her boots on and stomp the shit out of the bitch* me* which were contraband by the way and was allowed to come to try to kick the shit out of me Sprain my thumb, and pulled a huge chunk of hair out of my head, and instead of taking me to the ER, they send me down to lock up at the school. There was even an elderly lady who worked there who every one knew would let you beat the shit out of someone because she wasn't going to get hurt intervening on your behalf, she'd go in the office and call for help, but that was it. The same old lady left me crumpled up in the hallway and walked off and left me to find my own way up when I slipped and fell and couldn't get up cause I had a broken leg. they also refused to let me go to my court hearings until the child advocate lawyer made it mandated I go if I wanted to. There was a lot of bad shit that went down, and when the child advocate I had, started making a fuss about them not treating me properly they trumped up charges of me being a danger to myself and every one around me, and told my social worker I'd have to leave. Was the best damned thing they ever could of done for me. quote:
ORIGINAL: Lockit Maybe they see these people as less than they are. They don't matter. I know that I am blessed every day with something my son does. We have a lot of laughs. He feels and thinks... god only knows what sometimes... but he is so sweet and young. How he understands things is often like a young um and to think of anyone using someone like him for a kick makes me very sadistic. One time the doctor needed to talk to us and the security guards were to watch him by monitor about five feet from the room my son was in. He was still on medications and hallucinated still. He was never to be left alone and I didn't feel good about it. Well they didn't watch him. He got scared, he had a need to go to the bathroom and they wouldn't listen to him when he opened his door. Who knows what he was seeing and feeling, but I know when alone he was afraid. Who wouldn't be when you hallucinated god knows what? I got back and there was blood all over my son... blood all over the room. The room was a total mess.. holes in the walls... my sons shirt bottons had been ripped from his shirt with cloth still on them. He only needed to go to the bathroom and they wouldn't let him... mom was gone and they were yelling at him to go back into the room. He used the bed to bang the wall. Three large men handled him alright.. but to my pleasure... the blood wasn't his! He wouldn't hurt a fly but on that night, somehow he did and I was glad! He might have been one hundred and ten pounds... but he had been an oil rigger and with the medications he no longer is on... somehow he tapped into that strength and fought them.
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