I spent a week in dual diagnosis with teenagers and then a week with little ones at the end of nursing school for clinicals. I can't remember exactly what ages. It was very rewarding with the little kids in that they were SOOOO excited to have me there. They don't get attention like that all the time and someone acting like they care abou them, just for a few hours a day, just made them light up. I had a hard time with it. I wanted to take them all home with me.
Looking through their charts, every single one of those kids in there was abused physically and sexually by ever damn member of their family. Dad, uncle, grandpa, you name it. I went home and cried every day to my wife. I had a little girl at the time and the thought of something like that happening to an innocent child was too much for me to bear. I was so angry at society.
Those kids are in and out of there all the time and they are always full to capacity. I'd like to know the number of kids that go through there every year...
And it's just one small facility. I mostly was angry because if you start calculating in your head how bad these kids are, and how many of them are in there every year, times the number of facilities like this in the country, and then consider the fact that there is only room for those who have been abused so bad it has affected them psychologically, you come up with a number so astonishing it will make you sick.
I'll add more later but I have to go.