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<blockquote data-quote="slsh" data-source="post: 404409" data-attributes="member: 8"><p>I actually asked the village police this once when thank you was about 8. They had been called up to school because thank you was wigging out and had assaulted the principal. I was begging them to arrest him, because we were already well entrenched in the hospitalization revolving door thing. I asked if thank you was going to have to kill someone first, because obviously injuring someone wasn't going to get them to file a report, and that if he were my husband, not my son, he'd be on the ground and cuffed in a heartbeat. The officer looked at me like I was out of my mind. thank you then promptly kicked the officer in the shins and took off.</p><p></p><p>He of course had chilled out by the time EMS got him to the hospital, and the hospital declined to admit him. It probably was the only time I actually completely went off on someone regarding thank you - at the time, I had a technicolor dinner-plate-sized bruise on my breast (was still nursing Diva at the time - indescribable pain) from thank you launching a shoe at me because I had the nerve to tell him to wash his hands after using the bathroom. I pulled my shirt up, bra down, and asked her if she thought leaving marks like that on another person might possibly qualify him as a danger to others?? Nope.</p><p></p><p>It's always baffled me that if my husband laid a hand on me once, not only would he be arrested, but I'd be perfectly within my rights to walk away. But because thank you was my child, not only was I not entitled to protection from any entity, I was forced to continue to house my abuser.</p><p></p><p>Our local hospital instituted a program around that time where every single patient in the ER was asked if there was abuse going on in the home. Boo's seizures were fairly uncontrolled at that time, so we were frequent visitors. I answered "yes" every darn time, but once they heard that a child was doing the abusing, we were left once again out in the cold.</p><p></p><p>I look back at the time in our lives and I'm extremely thankful that no one was seriously physically hurt. I mean, really - what was I thinking, cornering my kid who was waving a butcher knife at me and then disarming him? I think by that time I had gotten the message loud and clear that the very best I could hope for was a couple-day admission (if we were lucky, and if we still had inpatient MH days left), only to have to bring him home again. No meaningful treatment, no support, nada.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="slsh, post: 404409, member: 8"] I actually asked the village police this once when thank you was about 8. They had been called up to school because thank you was wigging out and had assaulted the principal. I was begging them to arrest him, because we were already well entrenched in the hospitalization revolving door thing. I asked if thank you was going to have to kill someone first, because obviously injuring someone wasn't going to get them to file a report, and that if he were my husband, not my son, he'd be on the ground and cuffed in a heartbeat. The officer looked at me like I was out of my mind. thank you then promptly kicked the officer in the shins and took off. He of course had chilled out by the time EMS got him to the hospital, and the hospital declined to admit him. It probably was the only time I actually completely went off on someone regarding thank you - at the time, I had a technicolor dinner-plate-sized bruise on my breast (was still nursing Diva at the time - indescribable pain) from thank you launching a shoe at me because I had the nerve to tell him to wash his hands after using the bathroom. I pulled my shirt up, bra down, and asked her if she thought leaving marks like that on another person might possibly qualify him as a danger to others?? Nope. It's always baffled me that if my husband laid a hand on me once, not only would he be arrested, but I'd be perfectly within my rights to walk away. But because thank you was my child, not only was I not entitled to protection from any entity, I was forced to continue to house my abuser. Our local hospital instituted a program around that time where every single patient in the ER was asked if there was abuse going on in the home. Boo's seizures were fairly uncontrolled at that time, so we were frequent visitors. I answered "yes" every darn time, but once they heard that a child was doing the abusing, we were left once again out in the cold. I look back at the time in our lives and I'm extremely thankful that no one was seriously physically hurt. I mean, really - what was I thinking, cornering my kid who was waving a butcher knife at me and then disarming him? I think by that time I had gotten the message loud and clear that the very best I could hope for was a couple-day admission (if we were lucky, and if we still had inpatient MH days left), only to have to bring him home again. No meaningful treatment, no support, nada. [/QUOTE]
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