or at least that's what the song says. Today is my 34th birthday and I'm gonna spend it alone. Did I sound bitter when I said that? I hope not. As I grow and become comfortable with my present situation, I'm enjoying my 'me' time. My new co-workers gave me some birthday cupcakes and sang me a song. Tonight, I'm looking to a hot bath, hot meal and a good book.
Ok, Ok...I'd like the company of a man (not just any man, but my man) but since he's nowhere to be found, Eric Jerome Dickey is good enuff.
The job is getting better everyday. Although I see flaws in the system, these have encouraged me to look further into my educational endeavors. One of the things that I have seen so far that has my thongs in a bunch is the over-medication of our black boys to 'calm them down'. If I haven' said it before, I now work for a state agency in the child welfare division.
Just the other day, I sat in on a transfer of custody hearing for a black male child (12) who had been prescribed 6 different medications for depression, bi-polar and ADHD. So, you might not think it's bad now but check this....he's been in the system since he was 5. His mom is and addict. He was molested by his mom's paramour (using my big-girl words.....boyfriend for those who didn't know). No body in his family will keep him because they don't want to deal with his mom and her shyt (so, he thinks it's his fault). He has 3 other siblings and they've been split up to different foster homes and this is his 8th placement (to a different home/facility). Now with a life that's as bad as his has been for the last 7 years shouldn't depression be expected!?!?!
So, they medicate him to keep him "calm". So, me being the new kid on the block, I ask, "Has he been in counseling" - for the molestation, abandonment issues, and overall fucked up home life- and they looked at me like I was the one crazy. So in stead of getting to the root of the problem, they keep him dope up. So now family, I wanna know what will we have when this kid grows up and is released from the system- after we've cut ties with his family and basically fucked his life up further? What we have is another black man in jail- we've made him an addict and he ain't got shyt to lose.
So to close my rant, I'll leave you with this....If you can't make life better, stay the fuck out!
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Happy Belated Birthday...
A former co-worker and close friend of mine was sitting with me one day and telling me how her son's kindergarten teacher kept wanting her to up his dosage of medication to keep him calm. I actually went with her to the school and almost got arrested lol. That boy needed somebody to talk to not medicine.
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