UNTITLED
chaffin
it’s not funny the number of times i walked into a hospital to seen a battered child only to have the first words out of that child’s mouth be, “when can i go home?”
admitted, only some of my work is about social issues only some of my work is about children some of my work is about my son (i raised him by myself, his mother got help, got better got visitation and then split with him for nine years - my son has never forgiven her for it, no matter how many times she said she did it for him...
this was years ago, back when no one knew what a manic depressive person was. they said she was everything from multiple personality to just plain crazy and the meds were poured into her.
it was a woman doctor who finally understood (a gender thing?) the problem is people with that disorder, on meds - begin to feel better than stop their meds - then they get worse
it’s a happy ending. i work with children my ex has a husband and several children - he, at times, forces her to take her meds my son is twenty-two, at times acts like he’s twelve the signs of manic-depression he was showing years ago turned out to be “learned behavior” and he is much better
he couldn’t come for a visit for my last birthday, so he called to tell me not to worry. While i may be older than most trees; i am way younger than most rocks - what a sweet child!
he was nice enough to explain MY problem to me. At twenty-two i was married, in the service and he was born; at twenty-two he is single, free, therefore i am jealous of him!
i didn’t bother to explain that i’ve been single longer then he’s been around and that while i was fourteen and on my own, he lived with mom and step-dad (step-dad has money!) until he was twenty-one. i just gave him a mental hug and dropped a check in the mail.
