Monday, August 25, 2008

Child abuse: NOT funny


This weekend I hung out with my little sister; though not my actual little sister, who is still not speaking with me because she's somehow convinced herself that I attempted to sabotage the financing of back surgery she's recently had (this is a very long and stupid story which still pisses me off when I think about it so I'm not going to).

This would be my little sister as part of the Big Sister/Little Sister program. We spend about 8 hours a month together. The program has been enjoyable for the most part, except naturally there have been a couple of challenges.

In my opinion, the mother is the main problem in this scenario. I was supposed to take my little sister to a Yankees game last week. I waited there for a half an hour before I decided to leave. I just don't wait a half an hour for anyone. I mean it's no wonder that some of these families are in such bad shape when you see what they are like to deal with. Here I am, volunteering my time to take your kid out, feed her, entertain her, and you can't even fucking show up on time? What gives?

But that's not the worst of it. Yesterday when I dropped off my little sister, she was desperate to use the bathroom when I dropped her off at home. She asked if I would wait until she was done to say goodbye. which I did. Her mother was in the living room, which was curtained off by a sheet to keep cool air contained in the room which the air conditioning was manufacturing. Her mother didn't see me behind the sheet as I heard her speak to her other daughter; a five year old.

"If you touch this remote again I'm going to beat the shit out of you. I told you get dressed three hours ago and you're still fucking buck ass neked!"

If I could have slithered into the cracks in the floor I would have. I prayed she wouldn't realize I was there. I was completely horrified. My father wasn't actually much different in the way he spoke to us. Maybe if I had children I would feel differently, but right now I think that speaking to a five year old this way is verbal abuse. I'm kind of ambivalent about whether or not to report this to the social worker involved in their case.

$@bs

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