Cathie _

Lee, you poor thing! That is awful.

I once expected the same to happen to me-I think I was saved by a nurse, and
now it is just one of those funny family stories.

When my ds, Ricky, was about 5 he got a black eye from jumping on my bed and
hitting his face on the arm of a chair next to the bed. It happened right
before Christmas, and at every party or family get together everyone who saw
him asked how he got the shiner.

On the Friday night beginning New Years weekend, he and one of the others
came down with strep. I knew we wouldn't get a doctor in the office for
days, so we packed off to the E.R. On the way there, Ricky asked me what
they would do. I told him they'd probably ask about his eye-he said, "I am
so tired of telling that story" I laughed and said well, you'll have to tell
it one more time.

He took it literally-he told the story to the triage nurse, and we all
laughed over how he had had to confess his jumping on the bed so many times
over the holidays. When we saw the doctor, he of course asked about the
black eye right off. Ricky hung his head, looked at me out of the corner of
his eye, and said shyly "You tell him, Mom." That doctor looked at me like I
was a monster!

I fully expected a knock on my door the next morning,heck, by the look and
sound of that kid, I'd have probably turned us in, too! I'm sure that I was
saved by the triage nurse telling him how different the scene was with
her-blessings on that lady.

Cathie


>Ever since then I've been afraid that someone may misinterpret how my
>children act as behavior exhibited by abused kids. What I have read on
>this
>list is *not* reassuring. From my point of view, we have to be very very
>careful whom we accuse of child abuse.
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Thanks Cathie for the acknowledgement. For a moment there I thought I was
listening to the crickets sing in a crowded theatre. :-) Just call me Daffy
Duck!

In some ways I think your situation was scarier than mine. The police
officer was pretty understanding after he saw I was with a couple teachers.
He still had to make that report, though, and he told me so. It's a little
different when a lay person reports v.s. a professional, like a teacher or
doctor. CPS takes those calls much more seriously-they may be required to
investigate them by law. I'm not sure.

Besides, facing down a doctor must have been pretty intimidating. If you
ask me-doctors are scary people anyway. I've only had one good doctor in my
entire life, and I had to move away. (Sorry-baggage! I've been dealing with
a lot of baggage lately-but I promise not to open the suitcase! ;-)

>>I fully expected a knock on my door the next morning,heck, by the look and
sound of that kid, I'd have probably turned us in, too! I'm sure that I was
saved by the triage nurse telling him how different the scene was with
her-blessings on that lady.<<

I am really glad that the RN was so helpful! What a scary night you must
have spent. I bet you tossed and turned a bit in your sleep! Your son was
obviously reacting to the authority of the white coat-there are always so
many actions and reactions in interpersonal situations that I think to chart
a simple "hello" between two people is not simple at all. And this is
precisely why I think it's wise to exercise great caution and careful
judgement before calling CPS or the police on anybody.

Unfortunately, my experience still makes me angry, even though it happened 3
years ago. I hope to someday reach the status of laughing it off as you
have, but I get nervous when I think about it too much (which I'm going to
stop doing right now! ;-0). Oh, but I'll keep trying to let it go and smile.
:-)

Take care

Lee

Lynda

We have a couple of those "war" stories but the best one is when #2 son was
having a pillow fight with eldest son. The rocking chair and pillow won
and #2 son ended up with a large gash in his eyebrow. Off to the ER we
went. Now, to really understand what happened, you need to know that this
child was literally born a talking small adult. His language skills
totally flabergasted us from the get go. We get to the ER and of course we
get the looks because hubby was filling out the forms and son is not his.
That is when eyebrows started raising. The nurse asked son what had
happened and he told her. Raised eyebrows we weren't suppose to see. Then
the doc asked. Then they made the mistake of deciding to do the keep
questioning and we'll get the answer we want routine. WRONG! Son says,
very patiently, "Please finish my eye." Doc kinda looked shocked and
finished the stitching job. When he was done, he decided to start the quiz
again. Son asked, very politely, "Could you please help me down." The
nurse lifts him off the gurney. Doc starts to ask again. Son puts his
hands on his hips and says, "I told you and I don't lie." Then he turned
to me and said with that accusing voice, "Mummy, you said you had to be
smart to be a doctor." He grabbed hubby's hand, "I wanna go home, the
people here aren't nice like Mummy said." As we were leaving, we overheard
the doctor say to the nurse, "Next time get your facts straight!"

Lynda

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> From: Cathie _ <cathie_98@...>
> To: [email protected]
> Subject: RE: [Unschooling-dotcom]Was Differences
> Date: Wednesday, September 06, 2000 2:33 AM
>
>
> Lee, you poor thing! That is awful.
>
> I once expected the same to happen to me-I think I was saved by a nurse,
and
> now it is just one of those funny family stories.
>
> When my ds, Ricky, was about 5 he got a black eye from jumping on my bed
and
> hitting his face on the arm of a chair next to the bed. It happened right

> before Christmas, and at every party or family get together everyone who
saw
> him asked how he got the shiner.
>
> On the Friday night beginning New Years weekend, he and one of the others

> came down with strep. I knew we wouldn't get a doctor in the office for
> days, so we packed off to the E.R. On the way there, Ricky asked me what
> they would do. I told him they'd probably ask about his eye-he said, "I
am
> so tired of telling that story" I laughed and said well, you'll have to
tell
> it one more time.
>
> He took it literally-he told the story to the triage nurse, and we all
> laughed over how he had had to confess his jumping on the bed so many
times
> over the holidays. When we saw the doctor, he of course asked about the
> black eye right off. Ricky hung his head, looked at me out of the corner
of
> his eye, and said shyly "You tell him, Mom." That doctor looked at me
like I
> was a monster!
>
> I fully expected a knock on my door the next morning,heck, by the look
and
> sound of that kid, I'd have probably turned us in, too! I'm sure that I
was
> saved by the triage nurse telling him how different the scene was with
> her-blessings on that lady.
>
> Cathie
>
>
> >Ever since then I've been afraid that someone may misinterpret how my
> >children act as behavior exhibited by abused kids. What I have read on
> >this
> >list is *not* reassuring. From my point of view, we have to be very
very
> >careful whom we accuse of child abuse.
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