To the Wicked Witch of the West, or the therapist who only does harm:
You have made so much trouble and grief for our family, not to mention serious expense. You need to get a therapist of your own and maybe a good confessor too to keep from causing the harm you inflicted on us with your perverted form of therapy.
What nerve you had to not understand the therapy our son and I needed and then to criticize and agitate us into so much frustration and anger. I guess you really enjoyed dashing my hopes on the floor and trying to break my resolve to find the help our family so desperately needs.
You know how to be pompous and imperious, but did you know that you are quite abusive? You tell me to call the police on a 7 year old boy to take him to the hospital - as if a little RAD kid won’t be traumatized by such a cruel betrayal. Then you are audacious enough to accuse me of being verbally abusive and report me! Perhaps you could have written me a letter with your concerns – or did you assume that I couldn’t read? Perhaps during the therapy session from hell you might have showed me what you meant as if anger hadn’t clouded my judgment. Of course that would have been helping the parent to be a better parent, and that is contradictory to your service mandate.
From my perspective, it is good to know the magistrate knows your name, as do the prosecutor and GAL. Just think about your name being associated with this case each and every time you raise an allegation and then guess how much leverage your next accusation will have with them? Or even among the 241-kids group will your name be a respected name? I sincerely hope not.
That CPS worker, who might be a family member of yours – you two have the same desire to crush and defeat anyone who dares to contradict either of you. She tried to remove both of my children. I sincerely believed that she checked our late daughter’s autopsy to see if I got away with murder. Did you know what you had set loose on our family? Did you know what harm would be done to the child you thought you were protecting.
You knew how to be large and loud, but did nothing except to inflict pain and suffering. That is something to be proud of, now isn’t it? What a wonderful therapist you are – you almost destroyed an entire family with a one half hour appointment. Wow, what can you do with an entire hour to undermine, abuse, and criticize? Has anyone left and committed suicide yet?
I guess the Hippocratic Oath doesn’t apply to you. First, do no harm - wow, what a loser of an idea! You would want to destroy people like me who realize that your therapeutic skills belong in a sewage treatment facility.
I didn’t let you be the mistress. You offered nothing helpful and didn’t recognize a RADish and his stressed mom even when we told you of our needs. Where did you get your degree? Did you not realize that RAD is rampant in the foster community? I don’t have a baccalaureate or a master’s degree and I know more about RAD than you will ever know – assuming that you would even begin to learn something other than bellowing at the mother and then creating false charges – just to teach me a lesson not to mess with you.
If I could manage to remove your license to counsel, I would do it. Our magistrate couldn’t believe that our case got all the way to court based on a one-half hour therapy appointment from hell. She will not be looking favorably on any charge that you make now. She realizes that you have no ethics or skill as a therapist. She knows more about RAD than you do, too.
Because, you see, I taught my attorney about RAD. He got the concept quite quickly. He then taught the prosecutor, magistrate, and GAL about RAD. They know more about RAD and what a therapist should do – take mom and child on as a package deal to facilitate bonding – than you do. Wild isn’t it?
You think you have all the power and you don’t. It is a shame that my attorney had to leave town so soon after the case because I don’t know what our next move is – do we report you and your asinine claim to be a therapist to some review board? Do we just expect the prosecutor to pursue you and your CPS puppet?
The CPS worker you had going on this case has a very problematic way of dealing with facts and truth. When the worker didn’t remember a very important incident in my home – she turned to me and said she had no idea what I was talking about. I wanted to ask if she had ever thought about trying anti-psychotics. Now if an emotionally unstable adoptive mom and her husband realize that this worker has an honesty problem – why didn’t you in all your great skill and wisdom not realize what was going on?
I did notice that you were not present at any of the subsequent hearings or meetings. Although, you did make a big stink about us not returning to you for more abuse. Yep, you really underestimated me and my husband. You know, we didn’t have to subpoena a single witness – like the child’s pediatrician who headed the Child Abuse Panel at Children’s Hospital in the 1970’s. He came to stand up to a travesty and scandalous claim against a mom that he has known for approximately 13 years. He first met me in the hospital when our late-daughter was recovering from a major surgery. So, if I fall to pieces when upset, then I guess he should have seen a quivering mother being hysterical. Except that wasn’t how it happened, I kept my composure in that situation.
You are a real piece of work Ms. Wicked Witch of the West. I will strive to forgive you, but intentional harm instead of accidental harm does present a larger temptation to make me want to remember your harm and calculate revenge. Except, remember that toxic faith you accused me of – I actually do work to forgive those who sin against me. I will work to forget you and that will do me more good than your therapy with our son.
Although, perhaps the sweetest revenge was that our magistrate thought you are a total fool. She will remember your name, the CPS worker made the trial go on so much longer that your name as the instigator will be burned into her memory and my attorney’s memory and the prosecutor’s memory and the GAL’s memory…
