Protecting the best interest of a child can include so many, but sometimes people who don’t want to have anything to fucking do with each other must unite for the betterment of someone else. Sometimes those are forces that are historicaly oppositional ,sometimes they personally don’t like each other and other times it’s all about personal fucking perspectives.
I have my own unique history that has fostered my own opinions and outlooks and up there is I don’t like fucking cops, fucking lawyers and fucking jocks. While I’m adult enough to understand there are probably many who fill those roles that are entirely delightful humans….I’m not sold. I will always feel unsafe and uncomfortable around them.
My judgements are my judgments and my reasons and experiences belong entirely to me, and for that my instincts are always to tread lightly ,do what I came to do and get as far away as humanly possible as fast as fucking possible.
I am always 1,000% prepared to meet the arrogant, condescending, self-important fuckface that will give his best “you poor lil lady, how’d you get here” tone the second he speaks to me. If is overly polite condescension is not rewarded with immediate supplication he will turn on a dime from bemused entitlement to aggressive arrogance in a heartbeat. Again, I’m sure there are many great men filling these roles, but all I’m saying is….I haven’t fucking met em.
This week my voicemail held the message of, “Hey your Scooby’s therapist & I’m here legal representative so call me back so we can make sense of this diagnostic thing.”
I did not want to call back.
For some context Scooby is a 13 year old girl living with her Maternal Grandparents, who have temporary custody. Mom handed over rights before she feld the country to escape from “Dad” who has attempted to murder her 4 seperate times. Dad has not seen Scooby in 8 years when Mom was awarded full custody due to his documented history of violence and abuse. Not only did Scooby witness her Mother’s failed murder attempt, she witnessed her multiple rapes at the hands of Dad. Dad also physical and sexually abused Scooby. Dad is trying to stop Grandparents attempt to terminate his parental rights and get supervised visitation. Dad does not know where Scooby & family live and family plans to leave country if awarded full legal custody.
In my 30 minute call with this lawyer it became very clear that his view of mental health was limited to say the least. How serious is this selective Mutism thing ? Because he saw it on big bang ,but didn’t think it was real. Doesn’t Scooby know this isn’t normal? So Scooby didn’t speak to me either? Like even though she doesn’t speak, she can if she wanted to right? Like nothing was keeping her from speaking ? How do we have therapy is she won’t talk? Why doesn’t she trust me yet? How long until she will? But, perhaps my favorite question was….if you have to speak to other people in regards to Scooby how do you ensure you don’t break HIPAA?
It should come as no surprise that he would talk over me, dismiss my answer as wrong or that I wasn’t answering it the right way for 90% of my responses. He lectured a lot and would interrupt me to “think out loud” about many different things. The only thing that gave him pause was my very loud “under my breathe” of are you serious when asked how I don’t break HIPAA. He was unprepared for my tossing out bitch sprinkles when I asked “How do you not break ethical violations?” In his silence I pressed further with , “Like how do you stop yourself from telling me the details going in in cases with other clients?”
Not gonna lie it got pretty awkward as we stared at each other in silence
I fucking hate lawyers
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