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I'm not the woman you think I am

January 08, 2003

There are no words to explain how I felt when I saw the bruises on my three year old client today at school. It all started when my client asked me for a hug. Not only did he wince in pain but he yelled "ouch!" After, pulling up his shirt my heart sank into a dark, deep place and anger and sadness quickly surrounded me. My initial reaction was to walk down the hallway to the Director's office and explain what I just saw. Basically, she had me pull my client from class because she wanted to see the bruises. In a sick and twisted way I felt like the boy was again getting abused while we had him bent over a chair as we examined 2 large bruises and 3 smaller ones on his back. This is where the story gets a bit complicated. My client is a foster child whose case has been heard at National levels (Supreme Court and Congressional Meetings)and is in the process of getting adopted. As a result, many people had to get involved and many phone calls were being made by me. In the end, a case manager came, interviewed me and the child (who confided that his mother does indeed hit him and demonstrated how she hits him), took photographs, and said she will be picking him up after school. Well twenty minutes after she left, I received a phone call that the foster mother was notified that her "son" was to be removed from the home because of an abuse investigation was to be conducted and to be aware that she may attempt to pick him up. For a brief second I actually envisioned what I would do if she came. Would we hide in another room or would I be in a tugging war with him?! Crazy thoughts, huh? In the end, the case manager came and took him away. Will we see each other? I hope so!

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