Because my weekend didn't suck enough...
I got a new student Monday. I was given no information about him until the end of the day. Imagine my shock to find all of this out...
His mother was a polysubstance abuser while she was pregnant. After he was born, both parents continued using. Dad was incarcerated for domestic abuse. The child was taken from home at 4. From 4-7, DFS tried to get him back into his own home, but it never worked. In fact, his parents fed him various drugs, dad was physically abusive, and his 15 year old sister was sexually abusive. He went after his mother with a knife and also tried to kill himself with a knife.
He is diagnosed rapid bi-polar, and he hears voices. He isn't sure if they are God or the devil, but they tell him to do bad things, including suicide and homicide. He has assaulted many teachers and students. He has trashed many classrooms and schools.
He has been in numerous psych wards, and has been removed from various group homes because the adults were afraid of him.
He is now 15, in his umpteenth foster home. He will most likely never be adopted, yet he wants to be apart of a family and have siblings, although his caseworker strongly recommends that he not be in a family with kids. (His current foster home
has a little guy.)
I am totally serious when I say this one worried me more than any kid I have had in my 12 years of teaching. I am not equipped for him, nor is our building.
My heart breaks for him, but I worry about the risk my other students are now in.
I was weepy all weekend...well, Saturday night on...and this did not help me out any...although I didn't think about Professor being a prick. But the sick part of me wanted to email or call since he told me I should when I need to talk. I needed to talk Monday.
His mother was a polysubstance abuser while she was pregnant. After he was born, both parents continued using. Dad was incarcerated for domestic abuse. The child was taken from home at 4. From 4-7, DFS tried to get him back into his own home, but it never worked. In fact, his parents fed him various drugs, dad was physically abusive, and his 15 year old sister was sexually abusive. He went after his mother with a knife and also tried to kill himself with a knife.
He is diagnosed rapid bi-polar, and he hears voices. He isn't sure if they are God or the devil, but they tell him to do bad things, including suicide and homicide. He has assaulted many teachers and students. He has trashed many classrooms and schools.
He has been in numerous psych wards, and has been removed from various group homes because the adults were afraid of him.
He is now 15, in his umpteenth foster home. He will most likely never be adopted, yet he wants to be apart of a family and have siblings, although his caseworker strongly recommends that he not be in a family with kids. (His current foster home
has a little guy.)
I am totally serious when I say this one worried me more than any kid I have had in my 12 years of teaching. I am not equipped for him, nor is our building.
My heart breaks for him, but I worry about the risk my other students are now in.
I was weepy all weekend...well, Saturday night on...and this did not help me out any...although I didn't think about Professor being a prick. But the sick part of me wanted to email or call since he told me I should when I need to talk. I needed to talk Monday.
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