Had two fucking CPS reports today
Second one was by far the worst. School counselor says this 17yr old was taking forever in the bathroom so other students asked the counselor to check on her. When the counselor came in the kid was nearly passed out drunk from vodka she snuck in in a monster energy can. She also had a razor and had covered her left arm with about 15ish cuts. Apparently she did even more to the tops of her legs. The counselor said there were dozens of cuts from her thigh to her knee all done that day or the previous day. None needing stiches but with a razor so all had bled some. There was a good amount of blood in the bathroom
So I’m talking to the kid a few hours later and she’s more sober and calm which is good. I ask her to rank her stressors and the biggest one she says is home. At home it’s dad, dad’s gf, her younger 13yr old sister and brother, grandparents, aunt and aunt’s bf and their kids. She said grandparents yell at her and dad often, and her aunt and aunt’s bf are doing fentanyl in the home
So gearing up for my inevitable report I start gathering details. “How do you know it’s fentanyl, have you seen it?” She says they smoke it often enough she can tell by the smoke smell. She says she has seen her aunt leaning way over like this and she demonstrated. I said yes I’ve heard that called the fenty lean. She said her younger 13yr sister is one of her biggest supports but described her a mini alcoholic. I said did you have alcohol before today? And she says yea me and my younger sister drank an entire bottle of vodka last night. I said the entire bottle? She said yea my sis drank more she was throwing up
She also said she smokes weed about 2ish times a week for the past few years. I said wait, hang on, you said you just stay inside all the time and never see your friends in person, so who’s giving you this weed? “Oh it’s my dad’s weed, he leaves it out for me because he knows it calms me down”…….weeeeee more for the report. I also go over healthy coping alternatives to cutting and substance abuse with her. I remind her that I talk to adults who didn’t care as a kid but now regret having covered their arms and legs with scars from cutting because the stigma of people seeing the scars has impacted their life as an adult
Her dad is at a funeral and not willing to come meet me. I said sir your daughter was shitfaced at school riddling herself with cuts today, this is a high risk category, she needs to go to a behavioral health hospital (in a nicer way). He’s like ok you can take her, have them call me I’ll sign her in. Unfortunately there is actually one hospital that will do that and the dad knows that
It is funny how schools will just release their teenage kids to me (despite me not being on any approved pick up list) to go transport away in my van. So I take her to the hospital, talking about her pets and my boa snake pet I had as a kid, and the dire wolves she heard about them cloning to keep her anxiety down on the way. I mention that my new dream pet is a cheetah, formerly a Savannah cat. I help her get signed in
Then I do the mandated report to DCS and who da thunk, they said it would be investigated. Shocker…
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