Sunday, December 31, 2017

More Cardinal Failures

My 18 year daughter suffers from severe mental illness. She currently resides in a level 3 group home through Cardinal Innovations. A couple weeks ago I received a call from Tina Featherstone, her care coordinator stating that her supervisor needed to make sure I was aware that if a placement could not be found for my child, that she would be discharged to a homeless shelter. I contacted her again and asked for the name of the shelter and she returned my call with a CYA message stating that Cardinal was not discharging her to a homeless shelter, that because I would not allow her to come home, that was my decision. The following is my response. 


Tina,

I received your voicemail yesterday stating that Cardinal was not discharging my 18 year old mentally ill and developmentally delayed daughter to a homeless shelter, as you said multiple times on the phone the previous day. On the voicemail you stated that that Cardinal was discharging her, and that if no Level 2 placements we're found, because she cannot come to my home, she would go to a homeless shelter (not a direct quote). ***I have kept this voicemail if needed. 

I would first ask that in this time of incredible stress and anxiety for my daughter's future that you not play semantics. The bottom line is that once again Cardinal is threatening to discharge my child to a lower level of care that is recommended, whether that is to me, or the homeless shelter. 

To prevent me from "misunderstanding" anything else, I will just keep everything in writing and request you do the same.

Please correct me if I am wrong on any of the following:

My child's time at the grouphome is coming to an end. 

There is currently a clinical recommendation for a Level 2 placement.

All team members are currently searching for Level 2 placements, but her age makes this difficult. All team members are also working on getting her on the Innovations Waiver.

There is a high possibility that a Level 2 placement will not be found due to her age and the seriousness of her recent behaviors.

Due to multiple issues that will be discussed shortly, her returning to my home is not an option. 

You stated multiple times, and said your supervisor needed to make sure I knew, that if a placement could not be found, and including the fact that she could not come here, my daughter would be discharged to a homeless shelter. You even mentioned that shelter's name.


Please let me know ASAP if any of the above is incorrect.

What I have asked for in my previous email is the name of the shelter you mentioned on the phone call so that I can find out more about them. I should have written the name down but was too upset to do so. 

In regards to her coming here, I'll start with the technical issues:

My daughter brutally assaulted me in July 2016. It was not the first time, but was the worst. At that time the Department of Children's Services became involved. I was told by them that to allow her back in the home would be negligence in reference to my other children. 

My child currently requires at least a Level 2 placement. With her recent runaway, suicidal threats, and stabbing incident within the last 3 months, I believe I have been very clear in my disagreement on that decision, but also realize the current recommendation is Level 2. 

The current search for a Level 2 includes homes with no children or pets due to my daughter's history of killing animals and violence (including putting a special needs child in the hospital in her last Therapeutic Foster Care placement). 

I have a home with 7 other children and multiple animals. 

I am not a licensed Level 2 placement. 

On multiple previous occasions, when a placement could not be found, and I allowed her to step down to my home, when the care I could provide was less than clinical recommendations, multiple tragic incidents have occurred. These include: thousands of dollars of damage to my home and vehicles, the family cat's head stomped in, multiple other pets injured or killed, multiple incidents of assault of both myself and other children, multiple incidents of her stabbing herself, beating her head into walls or other self harm/suicide attempts and multiple incidents of her running away. 

So, no, she can't come here. And yes, I know she will be discharged to a homeless shelter, where she will be at SIGNIFICANT risk of exploitation and abuse. I know that she will likely seriously harm herself or someone else. I know that she may not even survive that decision. As a Rape Crisis Companion with Safe Alliance I have met countless clients who are exactly where my daughter is. 

Sadly, I also know that I am a mama to other children and pets. I know that for many years she came first, to the detriment of those children. I know that recently she ran away and stabbed herself twice, so there has been no improvement in her mental state. I know, that for the first time, my other children are sleeping without alarms on their doors or fear of someone in our family being killed or seriously injured by her. I know that it has now been over a year since I have had holes in my walls, busted and broken household items, or cuts and bruises from being assaulted. I know that while I still have nightmares of seeing my precious cat's head smashed in, the new animals in my life are safe. I know that while my heart is devastated, this is bigger than my heart. I have to protect the others in ways that I failed to do for over 12 years. 

Cardinal Innovations continues to fail the children and people in their care while blowing money on lavish parties and bonuses. Moms like me have no choice, no help, no peace. The list of consequences of Cardinal's previous decisions are so much that I will need to come back another day and list them. My family has paid dearly while they had nice parties and bonuses that could have paid for another day's care in a proper placement. They should be ashamed of themselves.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

A Month of Humans I'm Grateful For-November 2017

November 1 - My Papa Rob Williamson

When I was ten years old my father killed my stepmom and himself. My other male family members were no better.
This precious couple, Robert and Judy Williamson took me under their wing. I called them my Nina and Papa Rob. 
Sadly I lost my Nina several years ago so for this I will focus on my Papa Rob.
My Papa Rob loves me and my babies as his own. He has never missed a birthday or holiday. He shows up and loves me beyond words.
When my babies were born he got them embroidered baby blankets and snuggled them. I couldn't give them a grandad, but I gave them a gift far greater, a Papa Rob. 
When I graduated high school and college he was there cheering me on.
When I got involved in an abusive relationship he kept reminding me of what real love looked like. 
When I walked away from God he loved me so big it was impossible for me to forget God's love.
He has celebrated with me and grieved with me.
Goodness, he even started texting just so he could send me messages and let me know throughout the day that I am loved and thought of.
My life before him hurt all the time. Years of abuse and neglected had simply broken me. The loss of my stepmom was almost too much to bear. 
And then my Papa Rob came....
Because of him I know what it feels like to be somebody's favorite.
Because of him I know that love doesn't hurt.
Because of him I knew what to look for in my Stephen.
Because of him I know how to love others big too.
Because of him I know I will always have a soft place to land.
He filled in so many missing pieces.
He is so much of the good that is in me and that I have passed on to others.
He is absolutely a hero!!!!!

November 2 - My Stephen Johnson

Goodbye kisses every morning. That he gets ready in the dark because he knows I didn't sleep. His calm in my panic. His reason when my heart needs guardrails. The weight of his hand on my hip. Twirling my fingers on the hair of his chest to sooth myself to sleep. His great example of how a man should be to my kids. That I don't have to explain. His tolerance of my love for creatures. His hard work everyday to support our families. The way his heartbeat calms my own. Planning for tomorrow. His smile. The way his laugh brings forth my own.

November 3 - My Kristie


Walking in the adoption world darkness with me so long it is ok to laugh about forest monsters. Loving me as is. Late night texts. Chop Suey. Seeing her work so hard to have the life she always dreamed of which motivates me to keep working towards my own. Her love for animals and humans. Sake Memories. Inside jokes. Having a sister of my heart. Collaboration for the greater good. Getting rid of ugliness. Introducing me to mashed cauliflower. A laugh that is contagious. 

November 4 - Kim Bushore Maki


Her fierceness that draws others to be brave. Her beauty that inspires women to uncover their own. A laugh that is contagious. A smile that reminds you of who you are. Teaching me to notice my body and thoughts. Creating Shaki in the Mountains so I had a safe place to grow and become the woman I am today. That she never ever let me forget who I was, even when I know she saw me at my most broken. 

November 5 - Samantha Johnson


Her friendship. Seeing her be an amazing Mama to my favorite Little. That she lets me play Auntie to him. That she loves on my kiddos. Hours of cooking, creating, and laughing. Her giving and helping heart. Her help when I or really everyone needs it. Her hilarious sense of humor. Pumpkin butter. Lunch dates. Thoughtful texts and calls. 

November 6 - My Heidi Scott


Her prayers and that she doesn't say she will pray, she stops immediately and starts praying. Because she is a constant reminder of who God is and that He loves me. 28 years. That she is longest constant in my life; an anchor to which I cling when things feel chaotic. Seeing her live out her Happy Ever After with her John and their two beautiful daughters. Her creativity. That we have history and so many "remember when." That she is in every way my family. Beautiful long curly hair. Rejoicing and grieving, sometimes at the same time, and that it is always ok. That hours and miles have never made her love me any less. Her amazing mothering skills. Times of refuge in her home. Long walks. That she held my babies close when they were born and loves them fiercely. Her kind and loving heart

November 7 - My Rachel


Her fierceness. Her bravery. The way she thinks of others and tries to help. The many things she does to let me know she appreciates me as her mom (like our Mama Daughter paint night on Thursday). Her artistic talent. The way she draws out the beauty in others. Her hardworking nature and refusal to give up. When she sings and the beauty of her voice. Her love and protection of those around her. Her silliness. That she is my first born miracle baby.

November 8 - Charissa

A loving kindness that makes your heart feel at home. Her relentless pursuit of equality and justice. That she shares her writing, her soul bleeding onto pages, forming words to guide the lost out of the darkness. Her bravery. That she rode back down that mountain. That she uses her voice to magnify the voices of others. Her creativity and love for the world around her.

November 9 - Jenny

Kindness. That she opened her door to me and gave me the biggest hug that held me together. Beautiful artwork. That she uses her walk through the darkness to help lead other Mama's through. Her compassion and love for others. Her hilarious and dark sense of humor. Introducing me to the wide wide world of tea. 

November 10 - My Abby Dooberry


A huge heart and love for all creatures great and small. A voice so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. That she refused to ignore Injustice and Inequality. A passion for advocacy. Her bravery. That she has worked so hard to turn her education around and is currently a straight A student! That she loves the same foods as me so we can share. A hilarious sense of humor. 

Day 11 - My Ozzy

His respectfulness. That he loves to cook and makes me delicious breakfast. That he is always finding ways to learn and do new things. His bravery. His hardworking nature. The way he gets Karma to listen. That he fiercely protects those he loves. His music and art. The many times he has scared me to death for the sake of laughter because he knows I like pranks. Laughter. That he tells me he loves and appreciates me every single day. 

November 12 - My Sandy Sledge

Her kindness and love for others. The way she loves her children. Cards of encouragement and precious gifts that remind me I am loved and cared about. Her smile. That she has never given up on me or walked away even when I know I have been a handful. Her laugh. That she uses her pain and history to love on others. The beautiful example she sets of what God's love in action looks like. 

November 13 - Melissa Tipton Hilliard

Her hilarious sense of humor. Her kindness. That she takes the time each day to share a beautiful photo and music to go with it for me and others to listen to as we get ready for bed. For being my friend for many years and hanging with me through the rough times.

November 14 - Brittany Williams

Her passion for empowering women. Beautiful photos that capture emotion that pours all over your soul. Funny and informative Brittany Freaking Reads videos. Late night messages to let me know I'm not alone and that I'm braver than I feel. Her honesty. Her fierce protection of her babies. That she asks hard questions and encourages others to seek the answers to them. 

November 15 - My Dawn


A friend for a lifetime. That she understands when I crawl into my cave and will come hunting for me. Late night texts. Knowing I am loved and cared about. Her heart for her babies. Her hardworking nature. That she works so hard for her family. She gets my crazy. Freak out phone calls that end with me laughing and feeling a million times better. Her compassion for others. Her brains. Laughter. That she has stood by me even when I have failed her as a friend. Knowing that she is always only a phone call away. 

November 16 - Richard Wilkins
                                                          
Teaching others to be choosers. A fun loving nature. A passion for helping others. Encouragement of others. That he shares his feelings openly which gives others permission to as well. Fuck it and other phrases that equal freedom. The dog poo video and it's profound impact on my life. Learning from him that I don't have to engage negativity or explain the decision not to. Beautiful garden pictures. That he makes space for creatures great and small around him. Bees. That he uplifts and celebrates his Liz. 

November 17 - Denise Nash
                                                            That she was strong and wise enough to protect herself and her family even if it broke her heart. Her love and relationship with Randy. Healing. Chickens. Hay blowing that made me laugh. That she is one of the original grateful list makers and continues to do so. Her fun loving spirit. Seeing her be a fantastic grandma. 

November 18 - Sherry Drew Cross (Mom) 
                                                                           
Her creativity and tenacity and that she instilled in me the same. That she has always loved all of my kiddos, no matter how they came into my family. The times when she has been a soft place for me to land. 
November 19 - Laura Booher
                                                                   
The tenacity and bravery she shows in fighting for her kiddos needs. The way she loves and supports her husband and family. That she reached out to me and has become a great friend over the internet. Her honesty over her own struggles that helps other Mama's not feel so alone. Her beauty and kindness. Funny posts that make me laugh. 

November 20 - John Pavlovitz
                                                           
That he uses his voice to magnify those of the others. Creating so many bigger tables. That he talks about the things others are afraid to. When I was lost in grief valley he reached out to me to let me know I was not alone. The way he loves his wife and children. Getting my awesome, I'd Rather Have a Bleeding Heart Than a Dead One shirt. The many beautiful people I have met through following his blog and social media who have become precious friends. Giving me a Jesus I can share with others who are otherwise ignored by the church. 

November 21 - Megan McLain
                                                           Years and years of friendship. That time and distance never matter when we reconnect. Hours of tears and laughter. Bonfires and Crown memories. Seeing her pursue helping others. That she is an amazing Mama. Dinner dates and rickshaw rides. That she stood by me when others left. Her strength and love for others. 

November 22 - John Scott
                                                          
His love and support of my Heidi. His hilarious sense of humor. The amazing Daddy he is to Emma and Anna and knowing the incredible impact it will have on their lives. Broken CDs. That he took my Ozzy under his wing a few years ago and taught him how to make a fantastic guitar. All the little things he does for my Heidi to let her know she is loved, wanted, and appreciated. 


November 23 - Becky Fee
                                                          
Her love for others. The way she wrapped my Rachel up in kindness and support. That she uses her talent and hilarious sense of humor to share God's love for others. Being an amazing wife and Mama. That she drove all the way to Charlotte once to spend the day with my Rachel when she needed to know how much she was valued.

November 24 - Carrie
                                                           
The best and most entertaining news feed ever. Her stunning beauty. That when I was an outcast teenager her, Judith, and Jessica let me sit with them at lunch everyday so I wasn't alone. Gorgeous artwork. Her generosity to me at a time when I was secretly seriously financially struggling. Her love and compassion for animals. That she inspires me to get out and enjoy nature. 

November 25 - Kenasia
                                                                    
Her tenacity. The way she loves and protects those around her. That she uses her voice to magnify the voice of others. Her creativity. Her beauty. Her helpfulness. That she speaks up to combat ignorance and refuses to accept that the way things are is the way they have to stay. The joy I know she brings to my Stephen's heart. 

November 26 - Children of My Heart
                                                           
Through being a foster parent and stepparent, I have had the blessing of being involved in many children's lives. I realize fully that my presence in their world begins with a break somewhere and the magnitude of that is not lost on me. 

It is a complicated role, one that is rarely appreciated, but one that I love. When I was young I had good and bad step parents. I had wonderful and horrible foster parents. I know the difference I can make, good and bad. My heart wants to be the good, but I also know I have at times failed and pray that some day I could be forgiven.

Whether in my life for an afternoon or many years, each and every one has brought me things in my life that I am grateful for.

Smiles. Undeserved trust. Making pancakes. Building things. Creating things. Witnessing bravery and strength beyond their years. A chance to celebrate their successes, grieve their losses, and pray for them. Watching them grow into phenomenal young people. Messages letting me know I made a difference and forgiveness when I have failed. 

November 27 - Jennifer Carver
                                                                  
Her honesty. Her fierce love and protection. That good or bad, she is always going to speak truth into my life. Middle of the night throwing up and baby stories. Her love for God and her family. Her compassion for others. That when I have needed her she is always there. That when the power was out and I was freezing, she opened her home to me. Being snowed in. Allowing me to share my story with the girls in the Grouphome. That she sees my brokenness as beautiful. That she has never made me feel like a burden or liability. Hugs. Prayers. Knowing as long as she is breathing, I have someone who prays for me and my family. 


November 28 - Samantha Nicole
                                                                  
That she brought me Nella, AKA Big Mama who was such a comfort to my broken heart. She is a great friend. Her compassion. Her bravery. That she does not give up on people. Her love for her parents and family. Her love for animals. Her smile. Her many adventures that inspire me to take my own. 

November 29 - Kaitlyn Lefevers
                                                               
Her love for my babies. That she uses her voice to magnify the voice of others. Her bravery. That she keeps moving toward to the person she wants to be. Her tenacity and hard work. Her hugs. Her laughter and playfulness. The love and respect she shows her Mama. Her love and care for animals. The beauty of her soul. Knowing she is going to change the world in big and beautiful ways.


November 30 - Scott Peak
                                                                

Being a compassionate and kind youth pastor during my chaotic early teen years. Giving me jobs within the youth group, like making transparencies, to make me feel like I was good for something in a time when I felt useless. Fun youth events. Never judging me. Being there for every major moment in my life. Bringing his phenomenal wife Missy into my world. Praying hard for me and working harder. His passion for reaching those who are hurting. The way he loves his family. 

The Church I Need

I spent years in church never hearing anyone publicly speak about mental health, domestic violence, or child abuse. Because no one talked about those things, I was left feeling like God didn't care about them or the fact that carrying that burden was killing me.

It is my desire to be somewhere that talks about those things AND other issues that those in our community and world struggle with.  

I want to walk in with my patchwork quilt family and not be looked at weirdly (not so much an issue in Charlotte). 

I want to go to a meeting at Safe Alliance and feel confident suggesting my place of worship as a place that would both minister to those we work with, but would also participate in awareness events and outreach to victims of domestic violence and sexual assault. 

I want to know that when depression or anxiety grows bigger than me that there are those who will walk with me and not tell me just to pray more or have more faith. 

I want to be somewhere that those in the LGBTQIA community are not just tolerated but accepted, where they hear that God loves them, not in spite of, but because.

I want to be somewhere that cares about people who are hungry, cold, alone and who do more than pray or hand out Bible's. 

As I list it, it sounds daunting. How could any place pull that off? Then I am reminded, Jesus did. Jesus told us how to. All we have to do is get out there and do it. Why is that so hard?

Thursday, November 09, 2017

Stop Saying, "God is in Control," and DO SOMETHING!

When something bad happens I see so many of my Christian friends sharing how we all just need to relax and know that God is in control, that He has a plan and purpose for the awful thing that has happened. While I agree with you, there is something you desperately need to know.

What most Christians don't seem to understand is that if basic needs are not met, that plan and purpose is irrelevant to the unbeliever or even to believers who are in the throws of a crisis.

Jesus demonstrated the importance of meeting basic needs when He fed the 5000 in Matthew 14:13-21. If God’s Word were enough, why would Jesus stop and feed people? Why would He interrupt His teaching to make sure that people were not hungry?

I, as one who has been hungry, will tell you, He did it because He knew that until basic needs were met they could think of nothing else.

There is this really life changing episode of South Park, which is a particularly crass and terrible adult cartoon show, that I am honestly embarrassed to say I watch. Anyway, in this one episode that I saw, the Christians were handing out bibles to the children in this African village and the children were EATING them. Wow. Think about that.

We are trying to share God’s word and people are hungry, lonely, angry, sad, tired, without the most basic of needs…they can’t see our God if they are worried about the basics. We tell them God loves them and then condemn them for who they are. They can't trust God loves and cares for them when His people do not demonstrate that love. We hand them a bible and they will eat it out of hunger.

That is why Jesus stopped, why He chose to feed the 5000. That is why we must stop. Why we must meet the needs of the 5000. They need us. That is why we must stop trying to share Jesus while denying humans basic rights…they will NEVER hear us.

Tuesday, October 03, 2017

It is a Heart Issue, An Evil Issue, A Person Issue, AND a Gun Issue





What I'm guessing many people do not understand when they claim that "it isn't the guns fault" anytime there is ANOTHER incident of gun violence is that it being a heart issue, people issue, or evil issue does not negate the fact that it is absolutely a gun issue.

No private citizen has any business having automatic or semi automatic weapons.

No private citizen has any business having that many guns.

There needs to be much stronger gun legislation without all the loopholes that allow this type oftragedy to occur.

Every delay and difficulty in the ability to obtain guns is another moment potential victims get to live.

I say this as someone who is a victim to gun violence.

On October 3 1990 my father shot my stepmom and himself. With his history of alcoholism and domestic violence he had no business legally owning a gun, but he did, he had many.

And yes, if he were intent on killing her and himself he could have used a knife or rock (as people stupidly suggest) but she would have had time. She would have had a chance. She could have made it up the stairs instead of dying on them. And maybe stabbing himself wouldn't have been so easy or immediate.

I'm so absolutely sick of hearing this argument. It is nothing short of ignorant bullshit.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Act of War or Cry For Help?


I remember several years ago when I attended a training by Nancy Thomas where she addressed the issue of behavior and how our perception of behavior determines our reaction. In this case, she was addressing disobedience and said something that has stuck with me for many years.

Behavior that falls outside of someone's expectations can be seen two ways, as an act of war or a cry for help.

As I have watched the fury and debate over Kapernick and many other's decision to kneel during the anthem, I began thinking about this a great deal.

For some, those kneeling are seen as committing an act of war. In turn, their response is anger, hurt, frustration, and a very deep misunderstanding.

For others, those kneeling are seen as issuing a cry for help. In turn, their response is to seek to understand, to help, to join so that the person doesn't have to continue to suffer alone.

When Jesus knelt he wasn't protesting the pharisees, He was crying out for help for the injustices and burdens of the world around Him. Athletes who kneel when someone is injured aren't doing so out of a desire to protest the game, they are doing so to show solidarity with the wounded player.

Kneeling has in no other time been considered offensive, as far as I can tell, and I surely don't understand it now. What I will say is that your response to the person kneeling is something that needs to be thought about.

You are offended, angry, frustrated...why? You feel sadness, compassion, solidarity...why?

Act of war against a flag and anthem that stand for freedom and the beauty of living in America?
or
Cry for help for the many people of color in our country who do not live in a free or beautiful America?

You decide.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

One of the hardest things you will ever have to do, my dear, is grieve the loss of a person who is still alive. -Unknown


Every day of my life, and far too many people. Some days it bothers me more than others. Today is one of those days.

Choosing healthy and safety doesn't always feel very good when you just want people who should be, to be who they should be. At this point I don't even try anymore. I'm not looking for repair, because the reality is that it's just not healthy. I am enough and worthy of being loved. I refuse to waste one more second hoping I could somehow do enough or be enough to not be disposable.

I have many people around me who do just that.

I just need to get to a place where my heart doesn't ache over it.

Monday, August 14, 2017

I'll See Your Tired and Raise You Another Murdered Black Person

I was briefly involved in an online discussion today where someone was complaining about all the posts and uproar over the latest hate fueled tragedy, this one in Charlottesville, VA. All I wanted to do was circle the word LATEST and hand it back to them.
Do people not understand that this is not just a bunch of people running around and randomly protesting? We, as I have become one of "those people," are simply responding to ANOTHER insult to humanity perpetrated by the hateful and ignorant.
You may be tired of hearing about it, but what about those who are experiencing it? Don't you think they are tired? Jesus I'm tired and I am not black, or LGBTQIA, or Muslim...short of being male and rich I could not be anymore privileged. I don't have to be wounded day after day by the unkind because of my faith, gender, sexuality, religion, or race.

Yes, as someone felt the need to point out, I am white. I am also a human and I refuse to let my lack of discomfort lull me into complacency.
I refuse to sit silent while God's children are broken. I refuse to let the hateful racist Jesus you disgustingly portray be the only one my children or the world sees.
So yes, you may be tired of hearing about it, but we, all of us, the persecuted and those who love them, are tired too.
We are tired of black men dying while following an officer's orders, we are tired of transgender people being denied basic human rights, we are tired of the  minimisation of racism, hatred, and murder.



Thursday, August 03, 2017

Honesty About the Bad Days

As many of you may know I make a Grateful List each day and share it on Facebook. It is my way to identify the good in my world and cling to it when things get rough. For the most part I share my successes and positive moments and I suppose that is good. But I think it is equally important to discuss those hard days. 

I just feel like if I can talk about my successes, and my life when things are well, then I need to be just as honest when I fail. I never ever want to pretend to be anything less than a human. Everybody fails. Maybe not in the same way, but we all do. 


If we would only be more honest about those failures, I think a lot of people would not feel so alone in their struggles. Thats also where non Christians get their ammo to support their arguement against God because His people are hypocrits. They see us fail. If we would only say, yes I failed, and yes He is faithful to forgive, then they might just change their minds.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Hitler's Youth

I'm seeing some posts comparing trump's speech at the Boy Scouts Jamboree this year to Hitler's Youth rallies. Some have even gone so far as to call it a Hitler Youth rally, but that is simply not true.
You see, those scouts are not hitler's youth anymore than they are trump's youth.
They are your youth and mine.
They are hope.
They are tomorrow.

They are the embodiment of the beautiful tapestry that makes up America.
Don't for a moment allow a megalomaniac embarrassment of a president to lower their value.

Monday, July 24, 2017

What Happened?

In my sleeplessness or night shifts I spend a lot of time on Facebook scrolling through posts. I see some who post after post insult, belittle, or attack others. My first and honest response is, "Why would anyone dare come close?" But, being me, the one who thinks too much, it just makes my heart sad.

I wonder what happened?

What happened that broke your heart so badly you must constantly breathe fire to prevent anyone from coming close? What hurts formed each brick of the wall around your heart? What storms created a fog of isolation so thick cannot see the many around you who love you, or would, if you would only let them in? What wounds have become so normal you cling to them instead of humanity?

And so I don't react, I keep scrolling. I wish peace for them. I do my best to share peace, love, and kindness and hope that the constant flow someday finds a crack in the foundation small enough to reach in and bring healing.

Friday, July 21, 2017

An Adoptive Parent's Nightmare (July 2016)

On Easter of this year blows up, destroys the meal, breaks all the families dishes, throws me (her mother) into the glass leaving her bruised with glass all in her legs. Police arrive and say they can't do anything until I leave her in the home and go file a committal order at the magistrates office (about 40 minutes away). I do this.
A couple hours later officers show back up, arrest her and take her to CMC Randolph. They kept her for 3 days and discharged to home despite my pleas for more intensive help. This is one of many psychological and residential placements. I have attached a document outlining them.
At the end of May the teen was suspended from school for sexual harassment, indecent exposure, and assault over a boy she had been stalking who was not interested in her.
In June she was caught with a stolen tablet and had created a kik account. She was sending sexually explicit photos to random men. Over a 4 day period she developed a relationship with a man from Mexico and made plans to join him. When the tablet was found she punched several dents in the garage, put a hole in the wall, threatened suicide. The therapist came out and stayed all evening calming her.
On June 23 we met with her psychiatrist at CMC Behavioral Health. I literally wrote, "Please help me" on our paperwork and explained to the psychiatrist I feared for my life.
On multiple occasions throughout this time she threatened suicide or self harm, her stalking behaviors became intense towards an older sibling and I. She would threaten to slit her throat or overdose if you did not do what she wanted. She would also break your things and destroy property.
On July 1, she again stole an electronic device and contacted the men from Mexico, giving them our home address. She also stole over $200 and her birth certificate. Another large hole was put in the wall. The therapist again came and began looking for out of home placements. Everyone said no because of the seriousness of her behaviors.
On July 3, she stole a relatives electronic device and hid it inside the couch. When it was discovered I went to call her therapist. In the next few moments she stabbed herself, attempted to take my phone and prevent me from calling for help, and threw a TV at me. She then tried to attack a younger sibling. I intervened and was beaten and chocked before police arrived.
She was arrested and taken to CMC Randolph. She now has domestic violence assault charges. On Friday CMC Randolph decided to discharge her saying she "did not meet medical criteria to stay" but also that she needed a residential placement. No providers were willing to agree to anything less than a residential placement due to the seriousness of her behaviors.
I, as a single mother with 4 other children, am clearly not a residential placement and feared for my life and that of my other children if I brought her home knowing she needed a higher level of care. Especially after such a serious incident only days before.
Because I refused, a CMC Randolph therapist reported me for abandonment to the NC Dept of Children Services.
A few days later a hearing was held at CMC Randolph and despite strong opposition from me, her therapists, and the Department of Children's Services it was ordered she go into states custody and leave CMC Randolph that day.
A full 7 days later and she remained at CMC Randolph because they could not find placement either.
On July 21 a placement was found. A hearing was also held concerning the original abandonment/neglect charges.
Despite a placement being found the court chose to proceed with the abandonment and neglect charges. My child has now been placed in DCS custody as a dependent neglect child.
I am sick. So so sick. Mental health providers should not be able to tear apart families to keep from doing their job. Their negligence and laziness has cost my family deeply. No one asks a mother of a child with cancer to give up their child so they can live.
Mental health treatment should not come at the cost of a family. My daughter may be too dangerous to live in a home, but she deserves to continue to have a mother who advocates for her. I do not understand how a facility can discharge or threaten to discharge a child to a parent with recommendations for a residential placement. What other choice did I have but to refuse? No parent should have to make that choice. What is even more sickening to me is that CMC Randolph did end up keeping her until a placement was found as I originally pleaded with them, but this was after reporting me for neglect and having her removed from my care. Please please help.
When I have begged and pleaded with police and mental health professionals I have been told it is a system problem, to write my congressman, that there is nothing else they can do.
There has to be something, even if it is changing the laws or changing how patients can be discharged.
Please help. 
   

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