To: Ilaine who wrote (47789 ) 7/29/1999 7:11:00 PM From: Rambi Respond to of 108807
Cobe, you are so sweet, but I was lucky to work in very good departments- and never had to deal with the real horrors of city problems, so I usually don't even talk about it- inner city workers do a job I can't even imagine. Most of our protective services dealt with neglect rather than abuse, though sometimes it's hard to know where one stops and the other begins. One of my friends went to change a baby's diaper that had been on so long, the skin came off with the cloth. I was very glad that wasn't I. I would have freaked. Also at 22, I was so naive I didn't fully comprehend a lot of what I saw. LIke the four year old raped by her father. Now the police would probably have to handcuff me to keep me from killing him; then I was shocked, but somehow still protected emotionally, probably not fully understanding what the repercussions would be for this little girl all her life. I hated it- I hated the system, which bred dependence. I ended up hating a lot of the people on ADC for their unwillingness to help themselves, their sense of entitlement (which has become an overused word, but is SO true), their refusal to either give up their child or take care of it, wanting to call themselves parents, but not be parents. I could never go back to that work. Most of the people who were angry at me were really angry at the system. Not that that made it easier all the time. The homeless were the hardest, I think. They couldn't understand that there were regs that had to be followed to get a "guvmint" check. They just thought I should be able to hand it over to them. The best was my year or two in Elderly Services. I loved them. Except they kept dying.