Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Adventures in Social Work: Self Control

So imagine yourself in a small, airtight room, face to face with a public attorney questioning you about your work ethic.

Imagine, for a moment, you've just drove an hour and half to sit in a court room on behalf of a developmentally disabled youth and his family (and this would be your fourth visit to said court room) - furthermore, imagine that for the past four and one half months you've been banging your head against a wall (figuratively) to secure services for this youth, but because of budget cuts and bureaucracy in general, you're getting no where.  Now imagine how your words have fallen on deaf ears of said bureaucracy for the past four and one half months.

How does one quell the urge to reach across the table, and grab the self important, smirking fuck face questioning you?  What stops you from throttling the jack ass in the ill fitting suit?

And when you finally get a word in, and show this public attorney, in plain black and white by way of reams of documentation, the work and time you've invested, he waves his hand at you as if to say, "Pish, posh, that's nothing" do you not  control the urge to lift this bastard over your head and throw him across the room.

How, indeed?

That's what I've been asking myself all night.


Merci said...

Is the APO's office aware of this? Where are they? DON'T GO anymore unless court-ordered. If court-ordered, make them send a DAG or the APO. If they try to make you go alone, tell them you will tell the court to order appearances by the folks who have the authority to answer their questions.

Pax Romano said...


The DAG has been aware for some time...but i sang like a nightingale on Barkley square today.

Merci said...

I'm so glad!!! Sounds to me like supervisory abandonment.

et said...

Though they’ve belted you & flayed you; you kept your tounge on hold.
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am,
Gunga Din of Self Control!

Well done, Pax; your writing gets better with age. Please don't ever go away, again!

Rick said...

Voodoo dolls, dart boards with the face of some generic lawyer and even one of those blow up clowns that act as punching bags seem to help.
I have another friend working with disadvantaged kids and hear similar stories.
As the brother of someone who needs people like you, keep it up.
Let me know if I can supply wine. That works too.