I feel like I need to explain our history so that future posts will make
sense. I'm going to change names to protect us from any possible repercussions
from my niece's parents if they were to read this. They both are still in
denial as to how they contributed to Penelope's illness. They blame each other
and plead their own innocence. It's both their MO for most problems in their
lives.
Penelope was born to recently married Harriet and George. Harriet was 19 and
George was 31. Harriet's dad wanted her to get an abortion, again. Even though
she was a high school drop out, there was a concern that having a baby would
prevent her from going to college. It was a bad birth because of Harriet's high
tolerance to pain killers - due to her excessive drug use as a runaway
teenager. George "saved" Harriet from her self-destructive lifestyle.
She was 17 when she moved in with George. I think the first time I realized her
age, I knew something wasn't right. Why would decent parents allow, even
approve, of their 17 year old daughter moving in with her 29 year old
boyfriend.
As Penelope's Aunt, I wasn't terribly involved but I did babysit a lot. I
was young myself, in college, when she was born. I thought she was the cutest
thing with the biggest smile. But there were signs of things that didn't seem
right. 0 - 3 years
She was always dirty when I would get her to watch. She always seemed to
have some level in severity of diaper rash. They would forget to bring clothes,
pjs or main necessities. We would often have to go out and buy her things to
wear. When it was time for her parents to come get her, they would be hours
late or just not show up until the next day...............
She wasn't fed properly. Once Penelope went off formula, it seemed like all her
meals were kid meals from the drive thru. She would often have vomit on her
clothes from gagging herself with french fries when they stopped by. Fast food
was convenient to the parents' lifestyle since almost all meals were eaten in the
car. The concept of eating fast food every meal contradicts the reason why
formula was withheld regularly from Penelope as a young baby - Harriet was
afraid she would get fat. Harriet always had lollipops on hand in the car. She
said it kept Penelope quiet. (Looking back, Penelope was hungry and wanted to
be fed but a sucker was easier and fixed the problem.) I wouldn't know if all
meals were fast food, I just know amount of fast food paper bags in the car
said a lot. But one time my mother and I went to change Penelope after she was
going through a painful period of constipation. Her poo was 80% corn. I had
never seen such a high concentration of corn before. She wasn't walking yet so
I think she was about 9 mo. old.
Developmentally she wasn't talking much. Lots of crying, tantrums and it was
really hard to take her out in public to restaurants. Holiday dinners were
painful because she wouldn't eat anything that was cooked and would moan and
cry the entire time.
The worst thing I had seen was when Penelope was about 4 months old, Harriet
had either laid her down next to a portable box space heater or was ignoring
her for long enough that she figured out how to roll over to the space heater.
Penelope had rolled her face into an iron hot space heater, used her little
fingers on both her hands to push herself off of it. She had one single blister
that covered her entire forehead and little criss cross grill mark shaped
blisters on her fingertips. Harriet said that she just left the room for a
second to answer the phone. The day that happened, after Harriet and George
took her to the ER, Harriet called my mom. She wanted her to take Penelope for
the next few days because she could feel a cold coming on and she wouldn't be
able to take care of her. We ended up taking care of her together because my
mom couldn't bring herself to change the bandages every 4 hours like the doc
said. It was so painful to Penelope that she would scream. She was so young she
didn't know what was going on.
When Penelope was 2 years old, Harriet found out an ex-boyfriend had just
broken up with his girlfriend and decided to leave George and Penelope and move
in with him. After a couple of weeks Harriet missed Penelope and wanted to have
shared custody. Her new boyfriend didn't want kids so he kicked her out. She
was living on the couch with friends. During a visit with Penelope, she asked
George if she could take Penelope to get an ice cream. She didn't come back...
Harriet took Penelope but brought her back the next day.
A month or so later, Harriet accused George of physical abuse in an emergency
custody hearing that George wasn't aware of, and obtained emergency custody.
Harriet went to Penelope's daycare and took her out of state, not that we knew
that at the time. The facility called George to let him know what happened but
also said that Harriet didn't take any of Penelope's things including her ear
infection medication. George tried to get a hold of Harriet to let her know
about it, regardless of everything else. He ended up sending the message
through one of Harriet's friends. The friend said that her response was
"It's taken care of." Before the attorneys could sort out the custody
order, about a week later Harriet called George crying because Penelope
wouldn't quit crying and wouldn't sleep at night. She had been running a fever
and she wanted him to come get her. George asked Harriet why she didn't just
take Penelope to the ER. Harriet said she didn't have any money or her medical
card. George said she should have called and he would have come and taken her
to the ER. Harriet said that her attorney had advised her not to speak to
George (due to the pending divorce). I was there when Harriet brought Penelope.
My mother and I took her straight to her doctor. I remember clearly when the
doctor said her infection was now in both ears and they were so infected that
puss was coming out. He didn't know if there would be any permanent damage.
That was the last time Harriet tried to gain custody of Penelope.
So, that is during the first three years of Penelope's life - when the trauma
happens that can cause Reactive Attachment Disorder. What I've learned about
that period of life since then is even more disturbing. Penelope told me that
her mother used to lock her in her closet with cats. George said it wasn't her
closet but her room. Harriet would lock her in her room "for safety"
so that when Harriet slept in from staying up all night on the internet,
Penelope wouldn't be able to roam the house. But even before that, I found out
from my mom, Harriet would leave Penelope in her crib all day when she was
around 9 months and younger. There were nail marks on the walls where Penelope
would scratch at the walls wanting out. There were scratches on the back of the
bedroom door from when she was locked in. One day my mom and I went over to
George and Harriet's to help clean the apartment because Harriet was having
family come in and George was embarrassed of how bad the place was. My mom
didn't tell me at the time but she was the one who cleaned Penelope's room and
found broken glass on Penelope's changing table/pad. The broken glass was like
light bulb glass. The dog they had pooped several times in Penelope's room too.
I cleaned their living room so I didn't see it. I wish I did. I look back and go
"Why didn't we do something sooner?" but it's easy to do that..
3 - 8 yrs old
Since then, for the next 5 years of Penelope's life, she lived with her dad. He
isn't the best parent either. He knew about the locked doors and complained
about it to Harriet, so he claims, but that was it. He continued the same
selfish lifestyle of having Penelope be a tag along. She was being trained to
be a good little woman, fetching his shoes for him, cleaning for him, doing
laundry, making food. If she didn't she would get screamed at and even spanked.
After a while, she didn't see him very much. When she was old enough to go to
school, she spent most of her time at Patty's house. She was a grandmother type
figure that they met at church. George would drop Penelope off at Patty's
really early in the morning and Penelope would eat breakfast and catch the bus
there. George would pick up Penelope around 8 or 9pm and put her to bed or just
let Penelope stay at Patty's that night or for several nights in a row. I
remember getting Penelope on the weekends a lot. George would say "for the
evening" but meant "for the night" and I wouldn't see him until
the following afternoon - 12/16 hours after I was suppose to see him. He would
turn his cell phone off if you called too many times trying to get a hold of
him.
(Learned about this a few months ago.) Penelope did have a friend from school,
Beth. Beth lived in a mobile home with like 10 other people. Penelope spent a
lot of time over at Beth's. Beth had another brother, Jack, who was fascinated
by Penelope. Beth tried to protect Penelope from Jack for some reason. Beth
told Penelope that the last friend Beth had that Jack liked had to move away.
That they had sex. Beth knew what she was talking about because she had had sex
too. Jack would try walking in on Penelope when she was taking a bath. They
were on a trampoline and Jack tried to lie on top of her. He had chased her
around the outside of his house and dropped his pants wanting her to touch him.
He found a porn video that belong his dad and had Beth and Penelope watch it.
Beth wanted to do what the people did on the video with Penelope. Jack ended up
tying Penelope to a tree and forcing her to have sex with him. It took her
about a year to tell me this from the beginning of her telling me about this
boy.
When Penelope was about 6 1/2 years old, someone called Child Services on
George. It ended up being Harriet. George's house was a horrible mess. George
was mad because he gave Harriet money to clean his house but instead she called
Child Services. I don't blame her for calling them from what I ended up seeing
about the place. The money to clean thing was pretty underhanded. But then
George could have made that up. Anyway, when George told us that someone called
Child Services on him, we asked him if he knew why. He said it was because of
his house but it wasn't that bad. A social worker was coming in a week to
inspect it. Our dad offered to go out and help him but he said he didn't need
any help. The day the social worker was to visit, George called changing his
mind on needing help. Because George lives so far away, by the time we got to
his house, we only had about 3 hours to clean. His house was horrific. The
stench of cat urine burnt the hairs on your nostrils and made your eyes tear the
moment you open the front door. There were dirty dishes in every room. There
was rat poo in every room. The living room furniture was soaked with urine. The
walls had scratches all over them. I didn't see George's room but I cleaned
Penelope's. The bed was at a slant since the foot of her bed was on the floor
because the frame broke. There weren’t any blankets, just sheets. The sheets
had flees. Her dresser drawers were either empty or had toys in them. Clothes
didn't make it that far in the laundry process. All her toys were for toddlers
or babies. Have no idea what happened to the toys Penelope was getting for
Christmas and her birthday that last couple of years. We suspected they were
sold. Probably with the nice clothes we bought for her. She was always in
clothes that were either too small or from the church. I also cleaned the
kitchen and dining room. I almost vomited when I had to clean out the litter
box. It was 1% litter and completely full to the brim with poo. The smell was
so bad. The kitchen was so disgusting, everything covered, including the floor
with a layer of grease. The dishes were covering the counters. BUT THE WORST,
THE WORST was the garbage in the room off the kitchen to the back. George
didn't want to pay for weekly garbage removal. He would take care of it
himself. But he would just pile up the garbage bags in the back room that lead
out to the garage. The pile got so big that in order to get out the back door,
he walked on the bags and smashed him down with his foot traffic. When I looked
closely I saw bits of fur... A few months back one of the many farm cats had a
litter of kittens that Penelope "accidentally" killed when she put
them in a cooler in order to carry them around. They suffocated. George threw
them in the garbage and put that bag with the rest of the bags. Then walked on
the bags, and the bags broke here and there and then the cats got to them and
their little body parts were all over. But they continued to walk on them. I
sobbed I was so devastated by the thought of this. My dad was just speechless..
The Child Services woman came. The house was about 70% cleaned up, not that you
could cover the smell. The room with the garbage was only partially cleaned up.
She took pictures of the rooms and sat down with us. My dad did most of the
talking. Told her it was pretty bad but we wouldn't let it get that bad again.
We live far away but have always offered him help.. trying to get him to move
closer. We didn't know.. She said didn't see anything that would cause any
action to be placed. Her report would be available blah blah blah. I told my
dad that I sort of wished she took some kind of action. I don't want Penelope
to be taken away but at the same time letting George get off is reinforcing his
believe that he isn't a bad dad. We helped him so we are to blame too.
Beth's oldest brother, Bob, lived at George and Penelope's house for about 6
months before Penelope moved in with me. Before that, he had two girls pregnant
at the same time and his parents wanted him to date one of them while he wanted
to date the other. George let him hang out at his house with the unapproved
girl - who happened to have a friend for George. Eventually Bob moved in. He
didn't have a job but paid his way by keeping the house clean and taking care of
Penelope while George was at work. Bob always gave me the creeps. Besides the
lack of morality demonstrated through his love life, I didn't like the way he
spoke to Penelope. He referred to her as his baby girl. He called his
girlfriend that. He was living in the garage with his girlfriend but they would
hang out in the house during the day.
When I got guardianship I scheduled when I was going to move Penelope in.
George was working that Saturday but Bob was taking care of Penelope. I could
go and get her and her things. Penelope sat in the living room while Bob and
his girlfriend, whose newborn is about 3 months old now, were wrestling on the
couch, getting ready to conceive baby number two. Right in front of Penelope
who was obviously uncomfortable. I had her come with me while I went through
her room to pick out toys and clothes. What clothes I found were too small. Her
toys were either broken or too young for her. Bob came in and said he was doing
all the laundry and her clothes were in the dryer. So we waited. When her
clothes came out of the dryer, they stunk like mildew, and most of those were
too small. I took a small bag of her clothes, her bicycle and a couple other
things and decided we were going to have to go shopping. Bob came out before we
left and wanted to say goodbye to "his baby girl." I hated the way he
looked at her. We left. On the way home we stopped to have lunch. I asked her
where she wanted to eat. She said BP. I told her that she will never eat lunch
at BP again.
Just a side note, when I told George about Penelope's revelation about Jack. I
told him that what I had heard about that home just seemed to scream rampant
child abuse being passed from generation to generation. I told him that I think
his friend Bob comes across like a child molester. George said that Bob had
confided in him that was molested when he was a kid. I asked him if that was
before or after he lived with him. He said, during that time. I educated him in
the fact that there is a higher risk of an abused person to abuse someone else.
How could he have him live with them?? But then, all the other problems with
him living there should have been enough in themselves. It doesn't matter what
is best for Penelope but what is best for George.
Harriet
Even though Harriet left, she has been around here and there. Her visitation
rights were to see Penelope supervised, one day every other weekend. Even
though she had the right to see all day, she chose to only hang out with her
for anywhere from 2 hours to 4 hours. When she didn't cancel due to a flat
tire, no gas money, feeling sick, claim of being raped by an in-law, she left
early because the movies are due back to the video story by a certain time, or
her new husband is waiting for her to cook dinner. That was story I would get,
which I had seen with my own eyes a few times.
But then found out after the fact that George would let Harriet alone with
Penelope when it was convenient to him. He would either take a long nap, or cut
the grass. Or, if Harriet had left her husband and stay with a friend, he would
leave Penelope with her for the day or overnight. So he could go out. He didn't
like her husband. Harriet did a good job of playing her husbands against each
other. My thing is at least she is tied down, as much as you can tie her down,
because before she got married, she was living with a different guy every
couple of months. She couldn't hold a job or would quit.
Just to explain what kind of person she is, her father was in a bad car
accident and ended up in a coma. She didn't think he was going to make it. She
took all his disability checks and cleaned out his bank account. She had
planned out how she was going to spend his life insurance money. Unfortunately
for her, he survived. Imagine waking up from a coma, broke. He ended up moving
into a should-be-condemned apartment in the roughest part of our city. One day
shortly later we received a call that he died from suffocated. He fell down a
flight of stairs and the way he landed caused him to suffocate. I don't
remember her having access to his life insurance anymore.
Every once in a while she takes off and no one knows where she is. The only
consistent thing about Harriet is that she always comes back. The longest she
was gone was for 3 1/2 months when she moved to NC to join a satanic cult. That
was right when I gained guardianship of Penelope. My attorney had to get her to
sign the consent papers via internet because we didn't know where she was. She
kept emailing my attorney asking him to send something for her to sign that would
sign all her rights away because she wasn't coming back and it was for the
best. But she did come back..
Penelope and Me
I bought my house about two weeks before Penelope moved in. Because of Harriet
taking off, getting her consent and getting it in front of a judge in order for
me to get the formal order came down to the day before school started so I
could enroll her. The reason the parents were agreeable for me to have
guardianship was officially linked to having her in a better school district as
well as having someone in the family raise her instead of Patty since George
worked all the time. I did not attack anyone’s abilities as a parent. That
would have broken down negotiations. Harriet was only willing to all this as
long as she was able to see Penelope more.
Harriet has always played the victim in her relationship with her daughter. The
reason she had such a stranger relationship with her daughter was solely due to
the fact she didn't get to spend more time with her. Even though she was the
one that canceled frequently and only seeing her for a few hours when she did
see her. But at this point I felt it wasn't important to argue this point.
So Penelope started 2nd grade living with me. According to her teacher, she was
barely reading and was very distracted. She was behind in school and needed
that help. It was a hard year for us, or at least I thought it was hard at the
time. She was a wild child, very ADHD. She spent the weekends with her dad (at
a new home) and saw her mother every other weekend - when her mom showed up.
The problems I had then were just having to help Penelope adjust to a routine
after spending the weekend with her dad and seeing, or not seeing, her mother.
It was hard on her. It was hard on me trying to keep her dad in order when it
came to dropping Penelope off on time, not 10pm Sunday night. Their weekends
consisted of ordering pizza every night and watching TV all weekend long. I
presume in his bed. Penelope called it snuggle time. I asked questions without
trying to plant ideas and it seemed pretty innocent. I do know George likes to
spend his time in bed. He's not a couch guy or a sit at the table in the
kitchen guy. Everything can be done from the bed. Anyway, her weekends were
really boring for her. But time with her was spent arguing over homework. We
didn't have any fun. I had her M-F, and each day was the same - get ready for
school, go to school, eat dinner, do homework, bath time, bedtime. It would
take all evening to do homework.
Then George starts dating Debbie. They were matched up through a family friend
at George's initiation. George, without my knowledge, tells Penelope that he is
going to get married to Debbie and wants to know if she wants to come live with
them and her two sons. Of course she does but she feels bad for me because she
doesn't want to hurt my feelings. This wasn't what I wanted for her but after
talking to Debbie a few times, she seemed very caring, intelligent, and a good
person. She had her own home that was small but new and decorated nicely and
very clean. But I was always thinking, "What in the world does she see in
George?" "There must be SOMEthing wrong with her if she likes
George." She seemed to know some of his bad traits but to her she seemed
to view them endearing. Being a slob, smells all the time, talks out his
butt... things like that. But even though I don't like George having her back,
this was Penelope's chance to have a family like she has wanted. I was really
torn. If Debbie is as smart as she seems to be, their is no way the marriage
would last once she figures out what a total deadbeat he is.
So the fall before 3rd grade, we moved her in with her stepmother-to-be and
dad. Things were good until they got close to the wedding. According to George,
Debbie went a bit crazy about a couple of months before the wedding but linked
it to Bridezilla type issues. I remember at the Bridal Shower, Penelope looked
very sad and withdrawn. My mom and I took her for dessert after the Shower to
talk to her and see how things were going. She complained about her dad never
spending any time with her and Debbie yelling at her all the time. She was
getting blamed for things her one step-brother did. They got whatever they
wanted but she didn't get anything. We spoke to George and he said that
Penelope had been getting into trouble and she wasn't telling us the truth
about things. She was having a hard time adjusting. We were suspicious but it
made sense. So Penelope started 3rd grade at her 3rd school. She really
struggled with her one step-brother. He was very competitive with her for the
affections of both the parents. And he took that competition to school and
tried to make her social life miserable. He told her that it was his school and
he will make it impossible for her to make any friends. Anyway, he wanted
George's attention. And George liked having sons. He wanted a boy when Penelope
was born. He wanted a friend to play with. He wanted someone to do boy stuff
with. Unfortunately Debbie didn't want a girl to do girl stuff with. I remember
her joking about not knowing how to raise a girl, she was used to boys. But
back to school, I gave the school a copy of my guardianship paperwork. I wanted
to keep an eye on Penelope. I still felt responsible for her and I worried
about her. I spoke to both her parents frequently and Debbie would tell me
about all the things she was doing to help Penelope with her school work.
Penelope would go to tutoring program through the school twice a week, she
would sit with her to help her with her homework, and she would tell me how she
worried about her. All the right things.
Then one evening that February while I was leaving work, George called me and
asked me to go get Penelope. That her and Debbie and gotten into a fight and
Penelope wanted to run away. George was working and couldn't go. I headed that
direction. My intention was to not allow Penelope to run away but to be
supportive of Debbie but also make sure Penelope knew that running away from
her problems wasn't the answer. I spoke to George again and he said that he had
talked to Debbie again and she wanted Penelope to leave. That if she wanted to
leave, then she didn't want to make her stay. The reason they got into a fight
is because Penelope broke a rule and Debbie said "If you don't start
minding me, I'm going to kick you and your dad out." I just couldn't
believe that. George was the jack*ss. He had to have made that up. Debbie and
George had been fighting the past week because he didn't run an errand for her
because he had to go to work or something like that. I figured it was his way
of trying to make me mad at her. Something both him and his ex were good at
doing, getting people to jump on their bandwagons. Anyway, I went to the house
and Penelope was packed with her coat on. I sent her to her room while I spoke
to Debbie. I talked to Debbie for a while and she would tell me what a horrible
child Penelope was and all the things she would do. Like if Debbie said
"go left" Penelope would go right just to spite her. This isn't the
child that I knew. She complained that George was never around to help and it
was so much to deal with. George took a position at work that had him gone a
lot during the week. I told her I knew how high maintenance (with school)
Penelope can be and I would be more than happy to come and be a helper, and
extra set of hands. She seemed to like that idea - but didn't want to impose.
We talked for a bit about George. I could complain about George for a week
straight and we were talking about some of his annoying characteristics
laughing about it. She had told me something that he told her I said that
wasn't true. I then said "You know what he said YOU said? That you said to
Penelope 'If you don't start minding me, then I'm going to kick you and your
dad out.' You didn't say that!... right?" And she got flustered and said
"Well....I just couldn't take it anymore!" She went into some
uninteresting reason why she felt it was justified to say that. I wasn't
listening. I stood up. She got quiet. I was so mad I could hardly speak. In a
very monotone probably barely audible voice, I told her that I was taking
Penelope with me. No one will talk to her that way. No child deserves that kind
of pressure. I went over to Penelope's room, opened the door, and told Penelope
it was time to go. Debbie was speechless I guess because she didn't say
anything. Just stood there and watched as we left. She called George and told
him that I yelled at her and talked down to her. She told him about the offer I
made about coming and helping out. How dare I? I don't have any kids of my own
so how would I know how to raise a child? After all that I've witnessed and
learned about Penelope's situation, that is probably one of the dumbest
questions I've ever heard.
George left Debbie and stayed with our parents. He told Debbie that he was
going to be where his daughter was.. Not that he was. I live 45 minutes away
from my parents. He ended up moving back in with her a couple weeks later. He
wanted Penelope to move back in but I couldn't subject her to that again.
Eventually she did after George said they were going to family therapy and that
she had changed a lot and was very sorry. Penelope went to their house for a
weekend visit and ended up getting snowed in. We had a bad snowstorm so it took
a few days before I could even retrieve her. By then and after several
conversations, we all agreed she could stay. It didn't take long before Debbie
regressed back to her old ways. About a month later, on a Friday I got a call
from George saying that Debbie had kicked him and Penelope out. Penelope had
told a teacher that Debbie was beating her with a wooden spoon so the teacher
called Child Services on her. That was the last straw for her. Penelope said
she was sorry. George said that when he got home from work that day all their
things had been packed waiting for him. George and Penelope moved in with me.
I felt bad for both of them. I met with Penelope's school to talk to them about
it, to let them know she was living with me and what our plan was. I met with
the guidance counselor who I had met in an earlier meeting about Penelope's
grades. I told her that I wasn't mad at them for calling Child Services causing
this situation.. But she interrupted me and sympathetically told me that no one
at the school had called Child Services. She said that she would know about it
because they have a protocol on these types of situations. It goes through her.
She lied. SHE LIED. She forced Penelope to admit to doing something she didn't
do! I wanted to kill her. This poor child. George tried to get more information
from Debbie about the situation. He confronted her and she insisted that she
received a call from Child Services. A message was left with her mother, who
was living there at the time. After calling them to try to track down who had
called to find out the details, we learned that no one had called from the
agency. So we thought maybe it was the mother wanting to get rid of George and
Penelope. Debbie's parents didn't like the arrangement because it meant their
summer home when they weren't in Florida was more crowded. Debbie finally
admitted that her mother had given her an ultimatum about support her parents
give her would stop unless George and Penelope weren't kicked out. That her
mother was sick of them fighting. So she had planned on kicking them out for a
couple of weeks. She came up with this plan on blaming Penelope. When George
was arguing with her about being kicked out, she said with Penelope right there
"I don't want a daughter. I don't want to raise her." So this is the
second mother that has rejected her.
I had a hard time with allowing George to move in with me. But I was also
pretty mad at him for knowing that Penelope had to be subjected to Debbie who
reverted back to her old ways and didn't pull her out before it escalated to
this traumatic experience. The arrangement was that he could stay until the end
of the summer, about 3 1/2 months. He was to pay rent for himself, money for
groceries for Penelope. But Penelope was staying with me after he moved out. He
was fine with that. But between his total lack of money management and that
Debbie had pocketed all his earnings but failed to pay any of his bills the
entire 6 months they were together, he was horribly in debt. She had also
opened two credit cards in his name and max'd them out without his knowledge.
"For the wedding" she said. But he had stopped paying rent or
groceries after the first month. I didn't see another dime until 6 months
later. He was still living with me and was making absolutely no headway at
moving out. After 10 months I had to put a deadline for his moving out. I was
absolutely miserable. Living with him was the most miserable time of my life. I
thought about suicide. I don't think I would have ever tried but it sometimes
preoccupied my thoughts and the idea of not feeling any more pain. Penelope was
a mess from the traumatic experience of living with a wicked step-mother. Her
father was never around and when she would try to talk to him he always sided
with his wife. She was only nice to her when her dad was around, otherwise
Penelope was treated like dirt. Debbie would spank her almost daily with the
wooden spoon. Penelope would say that she was spanked all the time. George said
that Debbie didn't do that but admitted that he gave her permission to use the
spoon on her but only once.
In my home, George treats her like crap yelling at her and not acknowledging
her emotional needs. Her role in life was to be George's servant - get him his
shoes and make him food to eat. I was raising her but when he was home he would
undermined me and tell me how horrible of a job I was doing because I was too
codling. We fought all the time. Also, George was still married to Debbie,
having made no effort to divorce her. Penelope knew this and also knew that
George was still in contact with Debbie. Penelope was scared of Debbie. George
finally admitted that he was trying to work things out with Debbie and was
planning on taking Penelope with him. I had Penelope in therapy and the
therapist told me that George had to give Penelope closer one way or another
about Debbie. He didn't trust her but wanted to save his marriage. George said
he would tell Penelope when he made the decision but she will just have to
wait. She doesn't need to know. Penelope was a mess, afraid that any day her dad
was going to move her again and maybe even back to Debbie. When I would tell
him he can't do that to her, she is scared of her, he would talk to Penelope
about it and get her to admit it would be okay to go back to Debbie. But to me
she would say she just wants her dad to be happy and she knows it's her fault
they split up. She had so much guilt. She had nightmares about Debbie
kidnapping her and killing her, or Debbie would tell George that she wanted
Penelope to come back but as soon as they went back, Debbie would talk George
into leaving her at an orphanage and she would die there.
There was even a night when I thought Penelope had gotten lice from school. She
had been itching for a couple of days and a note had come home about an
outbreak. I wasn't sure if she had it or not. George wanted to look at her,
grabbed at her hair for about 3 seconds in poor lighting said "Na, she
doesn't have it." I told her that I wanted to treat her hair just in case.
He yelled at me and told me he checked and she doesn't have it. I called my mom
and she agreed it is better safe than sorry. She told me just to go to the
store. So I left and headed to the store. He called me to find out where I
went. He yelled at me with Penelope in the room telling me that if I showed up
with lice shampoo that he was going to pack Penelope up and they were leaving.
I heard her start to scream "NOOOOO" and cry in the background. I
yelled at him for saying that in front of her. He said she wasn't there. Right.
Anyway, George ended up ending the relationship with Debbie. Not for the right
reason but at least he ended it. George was going on a bike trip. Debbie wanted
to go with him but she doesn't ride bikes and isn't part of that crowd. She was
going to go get a hotel room at their destination for them to be together.
Debbie then needed to use his credit card to reserve the room. But he found out
her intention was to use it to pay for the room. That pissed him off. She
hadn't changed like she said she had. After completely denying that Debbie was
mean to Penelope, now he was willing to say that Debbie hurt Penelope. That was
too a reason he isn't going back to Debbie, so he said. Penelope is in 4th
grade at this point, back in my community. At the beginning of 4th grade, she
is academically at the beginning of 3rd grade. Her 3rd grade year was a very
bad year for her personally and she didn't progress much. But by the end of 4th
grade she was reading at grade level. Very proud of her. But the school is very
tough. They really put the pressure on for the state level tests. About two
weeks before the annual test, pressure is high, and something happens with her
friendship with her best friend. This girl teamed up with two other girls who
had been picking on Penelope at school on and off all school year. That just
destroyed Penelope and she cracked. She wrote me a suicide letter and even
marked on her chest a big red X over her heart, where she was going to stab
herself. She ended up in the hospital for 7 days.This was a new experience for
both of us. I was so upset for this child. I didn’t know what to do, how to
help her. I just felt like she was dying because of her broken heart and I felt
totally lost as how to protect her. She was so scared at night. I stayed with
her almost every night there. The nights I didn’t, her grandfather stayed. They
wanted to release her after day 5 but my dad and I didn’t think she was ready,
that her issues hadn’t really been addressed. She was being the perfect little
charmer while she was there, acting well adjusted and agreeable as can be. I
was worried that she was fooling them just to earn enough points to get out.
They had a system where the child earns points to get out. The kids would get
points for being good and participating. Little Miss Perfect was racking up the
points. They said that they didn’t have enough to keep her.That was when she
was diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder, PTSD, and Major Depression, in
addition to her ADHD that I had her tested for towards the end of 2nd grade. It
was enlightening to learn about RAD. It fit. I called it "high
maintenance" but all the characteristics that were listed about RAD were
Penelope. Lying, stealing, manipulation, charming, wanting to be the boss, etc.
School was out shortly after she got out of the hospital. Thank goodness. She
was a different child when she came home. She seemed calmer at first, but her
agitation grew. Her symptoms got worse. I had scheduled a meeting with her
family members - her grandmothers, her parents, and myself. The purpose was to discuss
what the hospital said but also to explain Penelope's need for stability. The
inconsistency of her visits with her mother was really hurting her - mostly.
They contemplated recommending having Penelope not see her mother for 6 months
but the doctor said that Penelope wasn't stable enough for that change. I
agreed that would have been devastating to her. Even with everything that
Harriet has done to her, she is so scared of being abandoned by her mother.
Another issue was her lack of routine and sleep with her dad on the weekends
and how it would take a day or two to get over affecting her Monday and
Tuesday's attitude and performance in school. Before the family meeting, after
telling her maternal grandmother about the inconsistency of Harriet's visitations,
she alerted me that Harriet had shared with her a reason that explains it but
it wasn't for her to say. So at this meeting we had at a local coffee shop, I
asked Harriet what the reason was. I told her that if it's something that is
putting Penelope in harms way, I need to know. I figured it was some accusation
towards George but I needed her to say it in front of George in order for me to
buy it. He's creepy and all that but it's been pretty apparent what her agenda
has been. When I asked her again what the problem was, she just stared at me
with the most evil look. I acted like I could read her expression. I said that
this was the perfect opportunity to get it out in the open what ever it was
because we are all here wanting to do what is best. She got up and ran to the
bathroom. Her mother went after her. She came back and said that Harriet didn't
feel comfortable saying it there. She would call me later and tell me. I told
everyone there that regardless of what it is, since I'm going to be the one at
the visits from now on, that things there should be no reason why visitations
shouldn't happen. See, one of the decisions made when she was in the hospital
is that Penelope needed more consistency which included no more entire weekends
or even overnights with her father. He was telling her when she was over there
how he was planning on moving her back in with him, eventually. That didn't
help his case either. So Penelope would see her father one day a weekend every
weekend and her mother one day a weekend every other weekend.
The big secret ended up being that Harriet said the reason over the past 5
years she would cancel or shorten her visits with her daughter was because
George “inappropriately tried to touch her.” Now, I know what a sleaze George
is. But I also know what a liar Harriet is and this allegation doesn’t make
sense. Why come out with it now if you really wanted to see Penelope? Why not
call him to the carpet at the coffee house where we could protect her. The
truth will set you free. If it’s true, there really wasn’t anything to worry
about. Why would you call someone who did that on a regular basis to tell him
your own life woes? Or ask him to help you with finding an apartment and things
like that? I have to say it was total BS.That summer, Penelope went back to the
same day camp that she was at the summer prior. But this year, she has a really
hard time making friends and if anything had created a situation where kids
would pick on her. She also had some incidences that had me really worried
about her ability to finish the summer at the camp. Maybe she was too much for
the staff. The first incidence was when I received a call saying that Penelope
was having a hard time breathing having pain in her chest. She seemed okay but
had those complaints so they wanted me to pick her up. I made an appointment
with her doctor and went to pick her up. By the time I got her in the car, she
seemed fine but when you asked about it, she was in a lot of pain etc. I took
her to the doctor who said that she might have broken a rib. So I took her to
Children’s Hospital. She was fine the entire time we were there. X-rays were
taken and she was perfectly fine. The X-ray was subject to the deductible under
the health insurance. Then a few weeks after that, I got a call from the camp
director letting me know that Penelope was on her way via ambulance to the ER
because she was stung by a bee. Penelope told the staff that she threw up and
it was because she was stung by a bee. Her medical info on file didn't say
anything about being allergic to bees but she claimed she was. When the Camp
Director spoke to Penelope she said "I was stung by a bee but I left my
epipen at home." The Camp Director knows Penelope's tendency to lie but
how would she know about an epipen? She knew someone might have planted the
seed by asking her if she has an epipen but who's to know for sure? So she
called 911. When they arrived, the EMT started asking her questions about
symptoms related to an allergic bee sting. The Camp Director said she could see
the symptoms manifest in Penelope as the EMT asked the questions. When she
called me and told me what had happened, I'm saying "Oh no... No she's
not.. Oh no... d*mnit!" I thanked her and told her she did the right thing
but to know for the future she is NOT allergic to bees. I went to the hospital
and they had already had her in a room hooked up to monitors and all of that.
She just laid there like she was sick. There were like 2 doctors and 3 nurses
in the room looking down at her in sympathy. I'm looking at her with daggers.
She sees that and avoids my eyes. Someone else walks in the room and starts
talking to Penelope. "So you are allergic to bees?" She says
"Yes..." I said "NO" they looked at me and back at her. They
asked her "Have you ever been stung by a bee before?" She pauses and
says "No.." I said "Yes." They kept her to test her blood
pressure and make sure she truly didn't have any symptoms. That's fine, we are
already here. If she was still in the waiting room, my plan was to just take
her home but that wasn't the case. I explained her recent hospital stay and
diagnosis. They understood and discharged her after all tests came back. At the
end of the summer, the last issue we had at camp was Penelope wanting to be
part of the cool girls’ crowd. She was so happy they wanted to be her friend.
They were going to show her how to wear her hair, what kind of clothes to wear,
what kind of music to listen too etc. I was worried. I tried to talk to her
about what cool really means and try not to dismiss these new friends but talk
about using good judgment. Didn't help. One day I picked Penelope up from camp
and because of the way she had her sunglasses pulling back her hair I didn't
notice it right away. Someone had taken a pair of little kid scissors and cut
her hair SHORT. Her bangs were like 5 different lengths. She didn't have bangs
before. The back was all different lengths. They claim they were trying to make
her hair look cool. I took her to three different hair dressers trying to fix
it. It was so bad one of the stylists suggested keeping part of it in a
barrette until it grew out because there just wasn't anything you could do with
it. Now it's over 6 months after this happened and her hair is still on the
short side. So now she is starting 5th grade which is the first year in the
middle school. Lots of new kids to potentially meet. Also older kids go to this
school. After how she was at camp and the fact that her best friend at camp was
a 1st grader, I was very concerned about how she was going to do socially in
middle school. She was working with her tutor all through the summer and she
was beginning the new school year reading at grade level, which is the first
time since she started school. The school year did not have a good start. I was
trying to schedule a time to meet with her lead teacher in order to renew and
update her "504" which is like an IEP. I didn't get a response until
the 3rd week of school. And then I find out that is only because all her
teachers were complaining about her focus and behavior and they want to find
out what is wrong with her. One of the issues that happened, kind of a
progression from the summer, I had received a call from the school nurse
because Penelope had passed out in class during a stretching exercise. This
school nurse was shocked and disgusted by my lack of concern. Penelope had
started a few weeks early doing this stretching thing in the middle of whatever
and losing her balance because she gets lightheaded. Then she would tell me she
passed out. I would argue with her about that. So I knew what she was up to. I
asked her if she reported she passed out or if someone has said they witnessed
her pass out. She was shocked I would ask such a question. I caved and told her
I would come get her and take her to the most expensive neurosurgeon in the
country to cut open her head and fix her passing out problem. Okay, I didn't
say all of that but I promised I would take her to a doctor. I didn't. Sue me.
Actually that's fine. I'd rather spend all my money on something other than
medical expenses for a change. Crying out for attention? Something like that.
I'm not sure what has made that stop, maybe just the progression of her
illness. The next thing that happened, a couple weeks later, after Harriet
pushed back her visitation to the following weekend, after that weekend coming
and finding out that Harriet has taken off again to go live 2 hours away. Not
that there is a good time for this, but this was a really bad time. She already
hadn't seen her in over a month - this is that whole lack of consistency thing,
breaking promises/lying to her. I had to tell Penelope her mother had moved a
few hours away but said that as soon as she was able to get a car, she was
going to come up and visit her. But I didn't know when that would be. Of course
she cried but she actually handled it better than I thought she would. The
about 4 days later I found out that Harriet had moved back, it wasn't what she
had planned on. But she hadn't called to reschedule her visitation. You know, the
one that was killing her to have to miss? I wasn't going to tell Penelope her
mother was back until she made an effort to contact me to schedule her
visitation. Two weeks later, we still hadn't heard from her. Penelope had
gotten a hold of my cell phone and tried to call her mother. No answer. So she
called her grandmother. She asked her if her mom was with her, she thought her
mom had moved away to live with her grandmother. Not realizing that there might
be a reason why Penelope doesn't know where her mother is, she says "Oh,
she is back up there. Didn't she call you? I drove her myself. She is staying
with a friend." This was so devastating to Penelope. She is only 11 years
old and would hang on to any shred of evidence that her mother actually loves
her. Why didn't her mom call to her? Her grandmother must have got off the
phone with Penelope and called Harriet and yelled at her for not calling
Penelope. So Harriet called George, not me, trying to get a hold of Penelope.
George was at a family birthday party and we showed up a little later, delayed
by this event. He told me about her call. I told him that we are here now so
call her back. Penelope spoke to her for a couple of minutes. Penelope asked
her "Why didn't you call?" Harriet told her that I or George was
suppose to tell her. That made Penelope start crying again. She ended the phone
call. She was so sad the rest of the day. She was thinking "Why wouldn't
my mom call me herself? She doesn't want to talk to me? I must be a horrible
person for her not to love me." She was so sad and upset. That night she
wrote me a note that said “I HATE MY MOMMY AND NEVER WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN!! I
WANT YOU TO BE MY MOMMY.” I felt so bad for her; I didn’t know what to say. I
wished I was her Mom but I didn’t know if that was the right thing to say.
The next day was Monday and she went to school. After school she was just
acting very defiant. My mother, who had been staying with us for a couple of
weeks to help out, was there to witness this. She refused to do her homework,
procrastinating, whining and grunting and trying to get herself mad at me. She
climbed under the table to hide and then tried to lock herself in the bathroom
and climb out the window. During this she kept screaming and yelling. No words,
just really loud screams. I tried to hold her on my lap and hug on her, which
is something that used to work in the past to calm her down – show her love.
Wasn’t working. She just kept screaming at the top of her lungs. Painful
screams of someone in total agony. She tried to run back to the bathroom but my
mom had the room blocked so Penelope headed downstairs. There is no way out of
the basement; all the windows are glass blocks. So I followed her to make sure
she was okay but didn’t chase her. Chasing her seemed to fuel the fire. I just
wanted to keep her safe. She was acting like a scared animal, like a squirrel
or bird that accidentally got inside the house trying to defend itself. If you
got to close she would scream and hit. In the 30 more seconds it took me to get
to the TV room, she had knocked everything out of the bookshelves and tipped
over the chairs to block my path. We had used this room to orientate kittens
into the household that I had gotten for her for her birthday 2 months earlier.
There was a kitten playpen – about 4 ½ feet tall by 3 feet metal wire cage.
Like a birdcage. She squeezed through the door and locked herself in. She
continued to scream over and over again. I’m at my wits end but at least she
was safe. We called her grandfather, who in many situations is the only person
who can talk her down off this emotional ledge she gets herself on. He got her
to calm down enough to talk to him and she stopped screaming. He was on his
way. She wasn’t going to come out of the cage until her grandfather got there.
Trying not to give her the attention she seemed to be looking for, I gave her a
few of her stuffed animals she wanted and told her that I was going to be
upstairs and to let me know if she needed anything. My mom and I contemplated
taking her to the hospital. I didn’t leave the top of the steps. I heard her
scooting the cage over into the playroom. I called down asking if she needed
anything. She said “No, I’m killing myself.” I acted like I didn’t hear her and
said “I’m sorry what did you say?” and went down the stairs. She must have
hidden a garden hand rake in a toy bin because she was holding it to her chest
just below her neck. Like she was holding herself hostage. If I got any closer
she was going to kill herself. She was pressing it kind of hard on her because
I could see where her skin was being pushed in. But she had a look of pain on
her face like it hurt.
I called my mom to help me get it away from her. The moment my mom saw
Penelope, she started tearing the cage apart. Of course Penelope was screaming
and kicking but my mom ripped it open far enough for me to pull Penelope out.
She ran up stairs and went to the bathroom and stuck her head out the window
screaming. At this time my dad shows up. We were all relieved, including
Penelope. He took her into her room and they had a quiet discussion. She told
him that she got mad because I yelled grabbed her arm and grandma yelled at
her. Maybe that was because we were trying to keep her safe? But that’s not
something she was willing to connect. But she had calmed down enough to eat
dinner, even though she was mad at us. She made snide comments about my cooking
being bad and little things like that. To make sure I knew.
We didn’t take her to the hospital because I didn’t feel it was a suicide
attempt. It was more like she was trying to hold herself hostage. I look back
on it and thought we probably should have, but it ended up happening a couple
of days later anyway.
During this time and the prior week, I had found out through Penelope’s
therapist at the hospital about a couple of Attachment Therapists who have a
two week intensive program in a nearby city. I emailed her often between
sessions because of all that seemed to happen so she knew Penelope was getting
worse and I needed help. I had found out the earliest I could get her in the 2
week intensive was the first week of November – 6 weeks away. She isn’t going
to make it that long without another visit to the hospital.
Two days later, Harriet called again. I suspected the call was prompted by her
mother since she said she was going to discuss with her why she didn’t call her
daughter. But Penelope didn't want to talk to her. I told Harriet that. She got
mad and said "Really?! … Wow!... Great!" and hung up. I interpreted
her tone to be, "I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't."
It was either that or she was mad at me for not making Penelope talk to her.
Harriet caused a big stir that Mother's Day because she had called to talk to
Penelope but Penelope didn't want to talk to her. Because I didn't make her
talk to her, I received a phone call from Harriet's mother saying that Harriet
called her crying saying that I wouldn't let her talk to her daughter on
Mother's Day. I explained that it wasn't me. Penelope didn't want to talk to
her. She proceeded to tell me that it was my job to make Penelope talk to her.
That I shouldn't just let Penelope do whatever she wants to do. Yes, I should
make Penelope thank her mother for being who she is and all she has done for
her. Yes, that's exactly what Penelope needed to do.
Anyway, after Harriet hung up on me, Penelope wanted to know what Harriet
wanted. I said "She didn’t say. Do you want to call her to find out?"
She said okay. She called her mother and was talking cordial with her. But then
she started to tell her how hurt she was because of all the lies. That she used
to lock her in her closet. Then she got quiet, listening and her face started
to crunch up and she began to cry and threw down the phone and ran off to my
room. I picked up the phone and said "What did you say to her??"
Harriet said "Nothing!" I told her to hold on. I went to Penelope who
was having a meltdown on my bed. I asked her what happened. She repeated what
she asked and then said Harriet yelled at her and said "Young lady! I have
never lied to you!" Harriet admitted to saying “Young lady” but not
yelling at her. She said with an exacerbated tone "What is going on with
her?" I took the phone outside and I told her what was going on. I didn’t
yell, or call her names or anything. I told how devastating it was to learn
that she was back in town and hadn’t tried to see her when she hadn’t seen her
in over a month. I told what happened Sunday night with the cage.. She first
tried to say that she did call. I said “Oh Harriet, I know that’s not true. I
have Caller ID and voicemail. She then said “I don’t even know why I call
George.” I said, “I really don’t know either. I’m the one that has Penelope.”
She only calls George to find out what is going on with Penelope or work out
the visitation through him. I said "Your daughter lives with me." She
said "I KNOW you have MY daughter" like I have stolen her or
something. She then says, “To be honest, it’s easier to call George, no
offense!” I know what that means, she would rather talk to the guy who inappropriately
touches her and causes her to be the victim in not getting to see her daughter.
Right. She hates me because I remind her that she doesn’t have her daughter.
She also thinks I’m brainwashing Penelope into thinking Harriet is a bad
person.
My parents and I have made a point not to say anything negative to Penelope
about her mother. I would explain the reason why she did the things she did as
her being sick. Not physically sick but a different kind of sickness. She was
on Social Security Disability for a mental disorder. I was once told she had
bi-polar disorder but then I was told about 6 months ago that wasn’t the case.
I said to Harriet, acting like I didn’t get the dig, that I didn’t know why
it’s easier, I always have my cell phone with me, if I don’t answer, it’s
because I’m in a meeting or on another call. So there isn’t a good reason why
you haven’t called.” She said “But I’m not allowed to talk to her without your
supervision, so..” which was a stipulation made at the family meeting for both
parents because of their efforts to tell Penelope how someday she is going to
leave with them. I said “I know. I am there when she talks to you.” She says
with a tone like she has one up on me “I talked to her on Sunday when she was
with George.” I said “I know that. I was there. When she sees George, I am
there just like I am there when she sees you. I had asked George if you had
called and he said yes so I told him to call you to see if you wanted to talk
to Penelope.” I was surprised when I heard her start to sob and say “I got to
go. I got to go.” And hung up.
I didn’t say these things to be mean. I was just stating facts. I didn’t
understand at the time why it was such a revelation to her because this was the
deal we had made at the family meeting. Everything was under supervision. I
know that George didn’t hold his supervisory role with Harriet very seriously
because it created too much of an inconvenience for him and I know she liked
the freedom he allowed her. But what I didn’t know at the time is that Harriet
was telling her mother that she did try to call Penelope when she got back into
town and she finally got a hold of her on Sunday. But her mother and I were
talking more frequently during that time and I had told her what had really
happened that day so she was busted. Harriet’s mom believes her more than she
should but she knows Harriet lies to her all the time. I have the same problem
with George. I know I should believe anything he says but he gets me once in a
while and I find out he lied and I just want to smack myself in the head.
George and Harriet are two peas in a pod, more so they either of them or their
parents would like to admit. The other thing that I think was going on, and
it’s easy to see this now that I’m looking back at it, is that George liked to
make Harriet believe that I gave him more freedoms than I gave her. That it was
a “we” against her type of thing. Because it was again, his way of saying, he
didn’t do anything wrong, it was all Harriet and “we” all only blame Harriet. I
knew around that time, maybe shortly after, that he would tell Harriet that he
would have Penelope for longer periods of time than he actually got to spend
with her. He did spend more time with her, but that was because if it was up to
him, he’d meet at 7am and leave at 9pm. We would usually meet at lunch time and
I’d have to end the visit so Penelope could get ready for bed. But I believe he
had Harriet thinking it was back to him having her on the weekends like it was
before. I know he was really pushing for that. Wanted to know when she could
spend the night and things like that.
Anyway, after she hung up the phone with me, she called George. And said “I’m
going to kill myself because of that f*cking b*tch of a sister!” and hung up. I
told him about the conversation and that I never yelled at her, was matter of
fact and told her things she didn’t like to hear I guess. George told me he
ended up talking to her later, and she had said that she was giving up. That
she will continue to pay him $20/week for child support but she isn’t going to
make any effort to see Penelope if she hates her. If she wants to see her, she
will see her.
Of course Penelope doesn’t know about the last part and most of the
conversation. But I told that I explained to Harriet what was going on and how
hurt she was. I also told her how proud I was that she told Harriet what she
was really feeling. She hadn’t been able to share her feelings before. She
seemed calmer and a little happier. Relieved is probably more like it. A little
bit of the burden she carries with her had been lifted because she told her
mother how she felt. She actually got her homework done that night. It was a
miracle. Much smaller issues have prevented homework in the past.
Of course I got an email from Harriet’s mother wanting to know what Penelope
meant by all the lies and being locked in her closet. I told her that her
comment about the lies shouldn’t be taken so literally. I knew she was accusing
me or George of telling Penelope that her mother lies to her all the time. But
we hadn’t, not that should be viewed as a problem now that I look back. But
anyway, I said that Penelope has taken these last events as that this was the
final sign that her mother really doesn’t love her. So she has lied every time
she has said “I love you. I miss you. Etc.” Being upset, 11, not good at
putting her thoughts together anyway, and nervous about saying what she was
going to say to her mother, I think it’s understandable if it came out the way
it did. I also explained that recently Penelope has been saying that Harriet
had locked her in her closet. I said I don’t think it was the closet, but
rather her room, but probably felt like a closet with how upsetting it would
be. My mother told me that would explain the scratches on her bedroom door when
she was little and we did know she would leave her in her crib when she was
smaller. She wouldn’t accept that. She questioned Harriet and Harriet denied
locking her in her room or her closet. Later, Harriet did admit to locking her
in her room when she met with Penelope’s Attachment Therapists. But I’m getting
ahead of myself.
A couple of days later is Saturday and Penelope and I spent the day with my
other brother and his family. Everything seemed fine, but on the way home she
seemed very sad and started talking about seeing someone kill one of her cats
(when she lived with her dad with all the farm cats) by putting it in an
industrial mulcher machine and having blood go everywhere and hearing the
scream. We had just had a bad storm that caused some trees to blow down so you
would see these tree mulchers on the road when you traveled places so I’m
thinking that was why this story took that type of theme. But it really upset
her. When we got home, she went into a full rage episode because she didn’t
want to go to bed. She regressed into an animal, grunting, moaning, screaming,
and throwing things. She had such hate in her eyes. Telling me what a horrible
person I was and she hates me. We had a rock we used as a door stopper that she
picked up and threatened to bash me with. She put it down. But she kept taking
this little plastic toy and whipping at me. It left some welts. She barricaded
herself in the corner of her room, very animalistic. We called her grandfather.
She told him she wanted her life to end. She asked him to please kill her. I
said that was it, she was going to the hospital.
This time they kept her for 10 days. I let her stay there and didn’t stay any
of the nights. I think she was handling being there a bit better but I also
wanted her to not have me to cling to and really dive in to what was going on
there. Not faking sanity. Her first 2 days she was in a unit that had only
teenagers. Those kids kind of took her under their wing but she wasn’t talking
too much about her problems. She shared why she there in group but the kids
that were there mostly were for running away. They would tell her how wanting
to kill herself was wrong etc. But once she got into the unit with kids her
age, her true feelings came out more. She told them how angry she was at her
Mommy. Her assigned psychiatrist gave her a journal to write her angry thoughts
in. I think it’s the most disturbing journal I had ever seen. She filled up
half the journal with pictures of her mother’s death in different ways, or full
page size words like “F*CK” and “B*TCH” and KILL KILL KILL. Then one day I
showed up to visit her and a poster she had on the wall from a Littlest Pet
Shop sticker books I gave her. Written all over it were things that were in her
journal and she drew on some of the pets making them either throw up, poop,
pee, or having sex. The next morning she showed up to breakfast with I AM DEATH
and KILL KILL KILL with skull and cross bones and an evil grin drawn all over
her silky pjs with a black marker. They didn’t know when she could have drawn
it because Penelope had a hard time going to bed because she “craving a
cigarette” because she is “addicted to cigarettes.” Harriet is a heavy smoker
and something that Penelope has always hated about Harriet because she learned in
school and society in general that smoking kills. So in her head, Harriet could
die any day from smoking. But when I heard about this cigarette obsession, I
was totally confused. I know she doesn’t smoke. I even told her she doesn’t
smoke and she said she does. She just was afraid to tell me. But I know better.
She has no access to cigarettes.
The reason she stayed in the hospital for a longer time was because she wanted
to kill her Mother. That was what they told me. The additional diagnosis of
Oppositional Defiant Disorder was tagged on to her already long list of mental
disorders. The psychiatrist told me he recommended that Penelope not see her
mother until both Penelope is healthier and Harriet went through her own
counseling in order to stop causing Penelope trauma, and then eventually be
reintroduced through family therapy. I told him I needed it in writing. This
was in September 2008, 6 months ago and Harriet still hasn’t sought therapy.
She says she is on a waiting list. Anyway, they couldn’t speak to her
relationship with her father since Penelope wasn’t displaying issues with her
father. He said that was up to us, but he didn’t have a problem with her not
seeing her father. As a family we decided to prevent him from seeing her too.
The day she was discharged was Penelope’s first visit with her new Attachment
Therapists. The appointment was to conduct the assessment before the intensive,
mostly just to get history and have an initial discussion with Penelope. Based
on the conversation I had with the lead therapists, it was apparent she was
going to need the intensive. When we were not in the room during therapy with
Penelope, we could watch on a TV in the other room. They would have her lay
across their laps, with their hands resting on her arm or leg, and they used
direct eye contact and they insisted on her giving direct eye contact. It was
done very caring and discussion was tactful but direct. They had Penelope’s
attention. She was also open to therapy having just come out of the hospital.
She started the Intensive about 3 weeks later. During that time, and really
before than, my relationship with my employer started to really deteriorate. It
probably didn’t help that I had learned to hate my job. Around the time that
George and Penelope moved in with me, I had found out that the company I worked
for, based out of a different state, had decided to sell our geographical
division. My position and another position based out of here were corporate
level positions. He was planning on moving to the headquarters but I was on the
fence about it. Penelope was living with George and Debbie at the time and I
didn’t know if I should be so far from her, plus more so I had reservations
about the integrity of the company based on some things that I had uncovered about
their insurance program that was unethical and in my opinion unlawful. It
jeopardized the entire business because if the insurance carrier found out,
they would have cancelled and we would have lost all our clients. I made sure
that the management team knew about this oversight and its potential liability.
The lack of action really bothered me. But 6 months later, they sold us. The
one person stayed with the company but I was going with the new company. All
the work I did for them… Anyway, my job changed significantly. I became very
administrative and a generalist. Because I was working for a much smaller
company I had to wear a bunch of hats. What I specialized in became only a
portion of my job. And I had a huge learning curve on the other stuff. I’m grateful
that I had the job because about 6 months after the transfer, the old company
went bankrupt and the officers were looking at federal indictments for tax
evasion. Didn’t see that one coming. But learned that it was related to why we
were sold, the money was to be used to help their financials in order to get
license. According to the CFO, that was also why he falsified tax forms.
Anyway, so I’m dealing with that at work and George living with us. My life
sucked from my perspective. Then with all that was going on at home, and trying
to stay on top of all that I was suppose to do for this new company, I was
drowning. I tried to keep afloat. I am the sole breadwinner. When Penelope
started going into the hospital I started making some big mistakes at work.
Totally forgetting deadlines, and getting really behind. I went to the doctor
who put me on blood pressure medication and an anti-depressant as well as
thyroid medication. She wanted me to take some FMLA but I knew that I couldn’t
afford it and felt I could get through it. The anti-depressant helped with my
constant spontaneous crying but I still was miserable. I felt so out of control
and hopeless. My memory was shot. I thought I was going nuts. Really big items
would be completely forgotten. I’m surprised I could find my way around. I was
so pre-occupied with Penelope and how I needed to figure out how to help her. I
had talked to my boss about it several times, letting him know how I’m working
as hard as I can but I am struggling. He told me he views me as a single mother
with a handicapped child. He said I should take up walking. It helps with
depression. Then shortly before Penelope went into the hospital the second
time, I had spoken to him about taking FMLA time for her 2 week intensive. I
said that I might need other days too because I didn’t think she was going to
make it to the intensive without going to the hospital first. We made a plan of
me training others on how to do my job for when I was gone for two weeks. I had
to write out everything I did so others could do it. When Penelope ended up in
the hospital about a week later, my boss really started coming down on me about
projects. If I needed to leave to go meet with the hospital treatment team, he
would email me a list of things he wanted me to do before the end of my work
day once I got back. I would get back to the office around 6pm and be there
until late. I made a point to be at work as much as possible but I had to
transport her one day to get a CT scan and the only thing he wanted to know is
how long it was going to take. I called my dad and he ended up taking her for
me instead. I told my boss that and he said “Okay.” He had a conversation with
me later that week stating that he has always portrayed the company as a family
friendly company. But he has to look out for the best interest of his company
and my personal life was pulling me away from work, interfering with that. I
told him that I was doing my best, that I know that I am entitled by law to
FMLA, but unlike most companies that are covered by this law; we really have a
staff of 7 employees so it is a burden to have me miss the work. That’s why I
stay and try to do the best I can. He understood but he was also putting on the
pressure. We had talked about taking some of the things I do off my plate but
then, it was like we never had the conversation. He still would send me the
paperwork to do and say “When you can..”
Right before Penelope started her Intensive, I quit my job. I had made another
mistake and I couldn’t emotionally face dealing with the consequences of it or
even fixing it. I had been sick for 2 days with a horrible migraine, throwing
up and barely able to move. I just had let everything come down on me. I hadn’t
looked at my blackberry for a couple of days but was feeling better by the
second night. There was a progression of emails that basically were dealing
with an issue a client had done and the owner went looking in my office for
something. Then he found something that I forgot to do and ended up removing
everything in my office and spreading it out over the conference table. All my
calls and emails were being transferred. He had a meeting first thing the next
morning but wanted to meet with me. My mom was still staying with me. I called
my dad and told him what happened and that I needed to quit. I couldn’t deal
with it. He said that was fine, we would work it out. We all knew I was
crushing under the pressure of Penelope’s illness or I wouldn’t have become
such a bad employee. I’d always been a very dependable, indispensable hard
working employee. I climbed the corporate ladder rather quickly. But those past
1 ½ years I wasn’t me anymore. My mother drove me down, I went in to the
office, wrote a resignation, and put it on his desk with my phone and keys. We
decided not to tell Penelope and she still doesn’t know. She would blame
herself, and she would also want to me be homeschooled – because of the
problems she created for herself at school.
The Intensive went okay. I think she was a little fake and didn’t really address
her rage as much as she could have. But there were some good events. It was
interesting to see them directly address with her what her mother and father
did to her. The big message they were sending her was that “It’s not your
fault” she is not a bad child. She even said she was a bad baby. They told her
there is no such thing as a bad baby. Babies can cry a lot but that doesn’t
make them bad. This was a big message they kept reinforcing. She is not a bad
person and it wasn’t her fault. It’s not her fault her parents do the things
that they do. The other thing they did was take a foam noodle and use it as a
bat on a picture of her Harriet. So she could let out her anger and say what
she would like to say to her, safely. She couldn’t do it with her father. We
talked about George with Penelope, but they felt that their relationship is
different and she couldn’t go through that with him. We did “noodle work” on
Debbie too. But mostly Harriet. They then talked to her about letting go of the
anger towards Harriet. It was interesting to see how they didn’t refer to
Harriet as “your mom” but “Harriet”. They wanted her to do the same thing. They
said “She wasn’t a real mom. A real mom does this and that. She didn’t do those
things for you did she?” “No.” “Who does those things for you?” “Aunt” “So you
should call her Mom from now on. She’s your real Mom. She takes care of you.
Harriet is your birth mom but Aunt is your Mom now.” It was surprising how
easily she let go of Harriet. It did take a bit to get her to call me Mom. I
didn’t push it. It was hard for me to hear myself. Someone calling me Mom?
Letting go of Harriet really gave Penelope a new sense of calm. She was
happier. Now mind you she is scared of Harriet, and has been since her last
hospital stay. But she really never talks about her except her fear she is
going to take her away, kidnap her, yell at her and kill her. I think when she
sees her, she will still call her Mommy which is okay. Maybe when she is older
she will feel safer about calling her Harriet. Harriet doesn’t know about this
name change. She would never understand. It won’t go over well when she finds
out but I don’t care. George didn’t like the name change either. I think partly
because he thought he was next but mostly I think because he wants to make sure
Penelope remembers who her mother is. I ask why but he just repeats that. I
think it’s because he wants her to remember him in comparison and how she
should be gracious for what he has done for her. Selfish as usual.
We have been going to weekly therapy ever since. She also has been getting
neuro-biofeedback or what we call Brain Training. It unconsciously retrains her
brain to become more regulated. To help with her trauma centers. To help her
process better. Help restart some things that got stuck due to her trauma.
After the 2 week intensive things were better. She had a couple moderate
meltdowns. Mostly because she missed her father. But also because she really
was having a hard time in school. I can’t remember if I talked about this already
but Penelope has a “504” plan in place and it needed to be renewed at the
beginning of the school year. I met with them right before she went into the
hospital, my first issue with them. I was still working at the time and knew
that I needed to really preserve my off work time. I had sent an email to
Penelope’s lead teacher to set up a time. About a week later, I received an
email from the school guidance counselor who was scheduling the meeting with
all her teachers, herself, the school nurse, the Intervention Specialist (works
with special need kids) and the school psychologist. They wanted to meet at
3:15, right after school about two weeks from the setting of the appointment.
Fine. The day before the meeting, I get an email saying that Penelope’s lead
teacher, the one I really wanted to meet with, won’t be able to make it. I sent
an email saying “Let me know when you want to reschedule the meeting.” I got an
email back saying that they were keeping the meeting due to the urgency of the
meeting. Her teachers were expressing concern. I told her I felt that the lead
teacher needed to be there. She responded by saying that they wouldn’t be able
to all get together again until the end of the month so they were keeping the
appointment. “Hope you can make it.” I called her and told her I needed a
better reason. That my time is valuable too and I didn’t want this meeting to
be a waste of time. She told me that it wouldn’t be a waste of time, that she
would share the notes from the meeting with her lead teacher, and if I wanted
what was best for Penelope I would make the meeting. Lovely right?So I have the
meeting with them. Of her three core studies teachers, two made it but of them
one needed “to leave soon.” He just wanted to know “What’s wrong with her?” So
I explained a brief history and Penelope’s diagnosis. I explained what works
best for her as well as what was recommended by her 4th grade teacher for
accommodations in her Plan. I explained how yelling is extremely
counterproductive to her. Talking to her matter of factly works best. But
warned that she makes up stories, has a tendency to steal things, and also has
a tendency to get injured or fake injury or illness. I shared with them her
summer ailments and we talked about the fainting incident since it had just
happened the week prior. The nurse apologized for judging me about my reaction.
I said that I knew she just didn’t know the full story. Penelope also did a lot
of picking at her skin causing bleeding and scabs. I recommended that she only
get to go to the nurse once a day. They said “What should we do if she needs
another Band-Aid?” I said “Let her would bleed. Give her a tissue if you feel
the need to. But it will stop eventually. She won’t bleed out.” They looked at
me funny and maybe they thought that was mean but we all know she was doing it
for attention as well as to procrastinate from doing her work. They also told
me about her behavior in class, that she requires a lot of redirection to stay
on task; she is all over the place. When everyone else is working on a
worksheet or reading, Penelope is just sitting there. She always wants help on
everything. I told them she was capable of doing the work. I explained how far
she progressed last year. I said that I think she will do better for them once
she establishes a relationship with them. She performed well for her teacher
last year because she adored her. At the time, I really wasn’t expecting the
kind of academic problems she ended up having. Her problems last year were due
to her being so far behind. However, this year, she is a different child.
Anyway, I had scheduled a meeting for the next morning before school and work
with her lead teacher. I went over the same things with her. In the
conversation I mentioned that Penelope doesn’t like Mrs. Carpenter, the
Intervention Specialist, but I’m sure it’s because she is being pushed. I also
said that I didn’t want Penelope being treated any different than any other
child. She has had a hard life but she has to be held accountable for her
behavior and actions.
I bring up those two points because about a month later, I found out that some
of Penelope’s 504 weren’t being accommodated. I had emailed her lead teacher
and asked if Penelope was still getting help from Mrs. Carpenter and going to a
separate room for tests? I waited until the end of the week with no response.
So I emailed Mrs. Carpenter the same question. She responded right away and
copied the other teachers and guidance counselor. She said that she was under
the impression I didn’t want her working with Penelope anymore. I responded
wanting to know what reason I gave? I could not think of any reason anyone
would have received that impression. But that she has a written “504” plan that
hasn’t been implemented and she deserves another opportunity. I wanted someone
to call me TODAY to explain what happened and how we were going to give
Penelope another opportunity to retake her tests.
I received an email to schedule a meeting the next week to discuss her 504
Plan. Two days later I received a call from the Principal. We had a long talk;
I did a bit of yelling and crying. This was about a week before I quit my job
and the beginning of her 2 week Intensive. The day prior Penelope had ran away
from home with no provocation, other than a phone call I received from a
co-worker who was still at work, and she was gone for about two hours before we
found her. I told the Principal that the last thing I need now is to not have
her teachers not on her side. I’m not use to this. The people at her primary
school were much more supportive. He told me that he investigated the situation
and was told that I had told her lead teacher that Penelope didn’t like Mrs.
Carpenter and I didn’t want her to work with her anymore. That I didn’t want
Penelope to be treated any different than any other child. I was pissed. This
conversation he is referring to happened a month ago, not just a week ago. I
said that was taken out of context. I said that Penelope didn’t like Mrs.
Carpenter but she probably was being pushed by her and that part of life is
learning to get a long with people you may not like. I said that I shared that
information because I think it’s important for teachers to build a bond with
their students and I was letting her know how she felt about all her teachers.
That I didn’t think she had any relationship with Mr. Thomas, her Science/SS
teacher. I also explained that I didn’t want Penelope treated differently when
it came to the fact she has had a hard life. If you have a rule like, if
homework is late, it gets an F; it should apply to Penelope too. He understood
what I was saying and agreed with what I was saying. He said that he thinks it
was just a misunderstanding (right) and at least it had only been a month. The
thing he is having the most problem with is the fact that changes to the 504
should have been documented and agreed upon. I agreed that would have prevented
this from happening, because I never would have agreed to it.
So we had a meeting the next week to go over the 504, as well as what we were
going to do with Penelope missing two weeks due to the intensive to catch up.
The Principal showed up for the meeting, even though he didn’t say anything.
The guidance counselor, who I have learned to not like, asked if the hospital
talked about Penelope might needing to go to a special place during the day
instead of school or something. I said “No, they didn’t say anything about her
needing to be institutionalized.” She said “Oh, okay.” Dang! They wanted to
extend her Pass/Fail status from first quarter to second quarter. I had issues
with that because the two weeks for the therapy was at the beginning of the
quarter. She would have all quarter to make up her work. I politely said that I
understood it for 1st quarter but honestly see it as a way out of having to
work hard with her to get her caught up during 2nd quarter, especially after
what happened with her 504. As soon as I said “504” all eyes went to the
Principal. I don’t know why. He didn’t say anything. But I know they got my
point. Someone piped in and said that it shouldn’t be looked like that. That
they just didn’t want to push her too hard and put her back in the hospital.
Her math teacher wanted to know if she should give homework. I said “Yes, YES.
She is still a 5th grader. She has to do what is required of all other kids.” I
said that there are going to be good days and bad ones but the expectations
have to be set for her because she won’t do it for herself. She needs to be in
a regular routine with everyone else for her to get stronger. The school
psychologist agreed but somewhere along the line I feel like the teachers just
do what they want.
When Penelope returned to school after her two week intensive, her social life
fell apart, partly due to the fact she was gone for two weeks. Her BFF started
hanging out with this other girl Amy, who didn’t want Penelope to play with
them. This started causing Penelope to be very sad and not work in school. One
day she flat at refused to do any work, she just wanted to call me. At some
point, they were able to get her working again but it was a daily issue. I
wrote her teacher and asked her to help her with it by talking to the girls or
something.
I was also having concerns about the fact that Penelope had less homework than
she did before she was out of school. I asked about make up work and I was told
they were doing it in school. But I also found out that Penelope wasn’t telling
me about all her homework and for whatever reason it wasn’t in her assignment
notebook – even though a teacher checks it at the end of the day.
I was trying to catch her lies but I also know from readings and working with
the therapists that I should not get too involved in her homework. I would get
emails from Mrs. Carpenter or her lead teacher complaining about Penelope and
her need to have constant one on one attention, or her going to the nurse’s
office a lot, or being tardy a lot. I would respond that I would talk to her,
but what type of consequences have they implemented with her? If none, what
would they do with another child that did the same thing? No response…
One day I found Penelope playing on her computer looking up “What is sex?” She
had asked questions in the past but it was really about the act, because she
had seen the porn tape when she was little. I had caught her looking at
animated porn online. I updated the Parents Control and warned her that I keep
an eye on what sites she visits. Anyway, I said “Fine, let’s talk about it.” So
we talked about it. I found a diagram that I could use to explain the
reproductive system and how it works etc. She had good questions about twins,
and menstrual cycles. I told her that sex is something that happens between
adults that love each other. She wanted to tell me something.. Then told me the
final version of what happened with Jack when she was younger. I figured that
when she was ready, she would tell me. I suspected as I said earlier.
That next week her social life turned even worse. She had started a rumor that
she was pregnant. She told me originally Amy started it because Penelope had
gained a few pounds due to some medication the hospital started her on. By the
third day I realized how bad it was and that Penelope started it. She was still
complaining about Amy telling everyone and that everyone thinks she is
pregnant. I told her ways to deal with the problem. I told her to say something
like “If you believe that, I have a bridge to sell ya.” She said okay.. but
then said “I’ll just tell everyone it died.” I said “NO. That’s a lie. What
wrong with denying it?... Unless… You haven’t denied it so far.” She admitted
that she never denied being pregnant. Then I found out she started it. She told
her BFF and it went from there. It was so bad that supposedly parents called
the school. The Asst. Principal didn’t hear of that but the Guidance Counselor
told me that. Penelope got a Friday Detention for being dishonest to the Asst
Principal and causing a disturbance.
Then Penelope had issues about being where she was supposed to be.
Understandably when I found out that this was not a new thing for her but no
one had disciplined her for it. It was the day we go to therapy an hour away so
I pick her up right after school. She is supposed to go to homeroom at the end
of day or stay in Mrs. Carpenter’s room after homework check. So basically the
lead teacher has always figured she was in with Mrs. Carpenter and vice versa,
so you’d think. But instead, Penelope has been roaming the halls. Homework
check was cancelled that day so Penelope’s lead teacher was expecting everyone.
Penelope didn’t show up. She was paged. She still didn’t show up. So I had
received an email asking if I had signed her out early. I hadn’t. She came out
of the school when the bell rang and I picked her up. Mrs. Carpenter replied to
the email too saying that this was not a new thing, that Penelope has been seen
by teachers in the past roaming the halls not being where she is suppose to be.
That she doesn’t go to homework check very often. My response was “Why have you
been allowing her to roam the halls? The reason I say allow is because people
have known about, and not said anything to her about it?” I had been trying to
get them to issue consequences. I can’t punish her for what she does at school.
They have to. So she got a Friday Detention for that. Two days later, her second
violation was when she went to the nurse’s office between classes and didn’t
tell anyone. They all went looking for her and finally found her. Another
detention. Her third detention was from cutting Chess Club early to go across
the street to the public library and calling her dad and telling him she needed
to be picked up because Chess Club was over. Another detention. Then an
in-school suspension for writing a girl that she had been fighting with at
school that also had detention, a note that said “I will kill Sarah” over and
over in her notebook and giving it to her. She told me the note said “I hate
Sarah” but I knew that didn’t make sense since the suspension note said she
threatened another student.
Sarah was a new development in her social life. She was a girl that had been
bullying Penelope and I’m sure it’s related to the pregnancy lie. But she could
really push Sarah’s buttons. Penelope didn’t want to go to school. She had
gotten a detention almost every day that week and then she had a suspension.
Then the next school day she came home telling me this story about a physical
fight she got in with her in the bathroom. I made the decision I needed to
intervene or she was going to end up expelled. Of course her story was very
much, she’s the victim, but I also know that if you corner her, she will fight
back. I emailed her lead teacher and told her I was coming in the next morning
expecting to speak to someone about this incident and what we can do to get
this to stop. I ended up meeting with the Asst Principal for a while. He said
that there were no witnesses so it was just her word against Sarah’s and
Sarah’s version of the story is completely different. But he was planning on
talking to both of them and instructs them to stay away from each other. That
was something they both had been told in the past but the gym teacher didn’t
know and put them together in an activity which resulted in the fight in the
bathroom.
The rule violations stopped after that except for a tardy related detention.
Her last consequence was that she couldn’t go to Music Hall with the rest of
her class because she broke a deal she made with her teacher about being where
she is so suppose to be the day she left Chess Club early. Her teacher told her
that she needed kids to follow directions for their own safety when they go on
field trips and if she couldn’t be where she is suppose to, she couldn’t bring
her. After Penelope broke the deal, her teacher wanted to know if I would go on
the field trip with Penelope. At first I was up for that but after some
thought, realized that she had to stick to her promise she made Penelope. If
she allows Penelope to go on the field trip she would have lied to Penelope. I
told her I know it’s hard and I hate that Penelope has put her in this
situation but she can’t be allowed to go on the field trip. I also told her she
had to be the one to tell her because it was their deal. I don’t know if that
made her mad or not. She didn’t respond, but she did tell her and she didn’t go
on the field trip. It was the last time she wasn’t where she was suppose to be.
At home, things were getting better, school was going to be out for winter
break. I started revisiting some of the books I had bought when she was first
diagnosed. The one that I didn’t like the most, I now liked the most. A book by
Nancy Thomas, Love is not enough – Parenting a child with RAD. Originally I
thought it was too harsh but then I also thought her symptoms weren’t as bad as
some of the stories in the book. But now, I was willing to try anything. I
spoke to her therapists about the book, which they said is a great book. I
started implementing some of the ideas over winter break.
The new year, Penelope took on a new attitude towards school. I had received
e-mails that she was really working hard and had stopped complaining. That made
my week. She was moving in the right direction. Of course that didn’t last. But
it at least showed her that she can do it. I could see symptoms of it. Her
effort was deteriorating. She didn’t seem to ever have a lot of homework. Her grades
were going down. I emailed her teacher asking how she was doing but couldn’t
get a response. Finally, her grades came out from 2nd quarter and she had 3 Fs.
She bombed her curriculum tests. But her teacher noted on her report card that
they were hoping to see her effort that came in at the end of the quarter moved
into 3rd quarter.
I still am thinking she is doing better but I was wrong…. End of History,
2/11/08
