Food For Thought ... vol III

Today marks a day of things yet to come. I awake after dreaming of awkwardness, and distress though the morning presented a bit more than that, and a sudden ease crept across my body and soul. Though it seems that my mind goes a million miles an hour, I still find solace in the fact that the other two strong points in my life are relaxed... Seem as though that is what I get in this insane world of psychotherapy. Hahaha...

So for this day my topic is basically just feeling and understanding of ones self. I have commented on the fact that I can be self important, and that there are instances that remind us not to be. Such as the girl yesterday. I needed to see that woman yesterday, and I also needed to see the rest of the day played out as well. Part of yesterday was the plight of a young man trying to take custody of a child a way from an abusive mother. Not only was this gentleman attempting to take custody of his now three year old child, but also of the unborn child that remained within her at this time. The woman was eight months pregnant.

I was sitting right behind this woman, as she would cry and then stop, almost as if a switch was flipped in her mind and she would become the devil spawn of Beelzebub himself. I have tried to open up my mind and heart to accept both sides of the story, but then I was informed that this was not the first time that something such as this has happened. I was also informed as to the severity of the abuse, which was quite disturbing. Im sure that most that read this will have children or are close enough to people that do, and Im fairly confident that none of you would find it appropriate to block the airpassage of a child by placing and squeezing your hand over the mouth in a manner that would cause broken capilaries on and around the mouth. So not only is there asphyxiation but also bruising. Not really a good way to punish a child. Seriously, maybe a spanking, or the timeout chair, or having to sit in the corner. But I think that the punnishment with which she chose was a bit over the top. For someone to treat a child as such, is definitely abuse, and what would happen if the mental instabilty crested and there was a much more sever life threatening episode that took place.

I listened to the father as he made his case, and in response from the mother, all I heard was about her material pocessions, and how she needed to get them immediately, yet when the court offered her a chance directly after court, said timing didn't work with her schedule. After about 5 minuted of irrational blabbering the father finally just said that he would drop it off to her the next day and she agreed, but not without making a complete fool out of herself.

In the end all that the mother could say was that it wasn't fair, as the father had apparently agreed that if this should ever happen again he would opt again for Mediation. Lets be honest though! If you were concerned for your child would you want to have mediation. Ummmmmm no. I would rather have my child abusing partner to have no rights to the children. At least not without intensive therapy, and even then I would want a Psych Evaluation done before she was to have limited visitation.

Maybe Im insensative, maybe, I shouldnt have an opininion, but honestly, there is no way in hell I wouldnnt have pressed charges. When your child is involved, there is nothing else to think about. I couldnt stant the irrational, immature behavior that I saw from this woman, and I can only commend the father. There are many things that touch my heart and the fathers ability to maintain his stature in court was quite exceptional.

I will say in closing that I greatly hope that the woman in question will recieve the help that she needs, I feel for her. She must feel lost and alone, and though I have such empathy for her, I wont excuse her actions. I will only pray that she will better herself emotionally and begin a positive relationship with her children. I know that it will be a lot of work for her, and though the bleekness of the current day may be a weight that pulls her down for a while, there can always be a silver lining to every cloud, it all about the work. Remember "Faith without work is dead".

Peace to you all and I hope that you find solace in your day, not distress.