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The Walk on Thu Jun 25, 2009 12:39 pm
Jack
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I woke up Monday morning thinking about this incident. I don't know if I dreamed about it, or if it just came to me while I was laying half-awake. Either way, I dropped the other things on which I was working to do this one. Hope you think it deserved it.
Make sure you read the story before you read this post!
This was nearly the last spanking I gave Charlie before he had to leave for military school.
Discussing that is kind of hard, because I feel like I failed and betrayed Charlie by sending him away, even though things seem to have worked out well.
I mentioned that this story took place about ten days before the twins moved in with us, because their dad was in jail. I also pointed out that Charlie wasn't real good with younger kids. About a week after the twins moved in with us, even after I'd warned them not to bug Charlie much and even after I'd spanked Johnny for doing it, he was trying to get Charlie to play with him, and Charlie hit him.
I heard the crying, but Charlie came in to find me, swearing he'd not meant to do it. When I checked on Johnny, Charlie had hit him in the face and he had a bloody nose (and later, a black eye). I had to get Johnny doctored and calmed down before I could go find Charlie. He was in his closet, cuddled up with a coat (12 is too old for teddy bears, I guess). He was obviously cried out, but kept repeating that he hadn't meant to hit him like that. He never denied he'd meant to hit him, even knowing he'd get the switch, but he had only been aiming for his shoulder, when Johnny jumped into the way.
I had to report it to CPS and Charlie had to spend the night at a juvenile facility. I had my mom stay with the boys the next day, and they day after that, Charlie and I flew to Arizona, where I'd found a military-style academy that specialized in troubled boys and had therapist and a psychiatrist on staff. Charlie stayed there for over a year. I visited him several times, and he came back and spent the summer between 7th and 8th grades with us. We talked about him going to a different academy, but he stayed with us and moved back in with his mom for 9th grade, where he lived for two years. She has to work a lot of evenings now, so he moved back in with us last year.
I want to make it clear that I have never considered Charlie a bad kid. He was drugged out of his skull when I first started to care for him, and the first thing we did was wean him off all the drugs and detox him. Then we found a shrink-iatrist who didn't think drugs should be used as the fist alternative. If I hadn't had to take the twins when I did, I think Charlie would have worked out fine; but I was their godfather and not taking them would have been as much a betrayal of them as taking them in was a betrayal of Charlie. It was just a no-wins situation.
If I've not mentioned it before, Charlie is still on minor doses of two different drugs (and I'd have to look them up to spell them). Charlie has an allergic reaction to Ritalin, so he takes a substitute in the morning, then he takes something to help him sleep in the evening. That's a LOT less than he took when he moved in with me.
I woke up Monday morning thinking about this incident. I don't know if I dreamed about it, or if it just came to me while I was laying half-awake. Either way, I dropped the other things on which I was working to do this one. Hope you think it deserved it.
Make sure you read the story before you read this post!
This was nearly the last spanking I gave Charlie before he had to leave for military school.
Discussing that is kind of hard, because I feel like I failed and betrayed Charlie by sending him away, even though things seem to have worked out well.
I mentioned that this story took place about ten days before the twins moved in with us, because their dad was in jail. I also pointed out that Charlie wasn't real good with younger kids. About a week after the twins moved in with us, even after I'd warned them not to bug Charlie much and even after I'd spanked Johnny for doing it, he was trying to get Charlie to play with him, and Charlie hit him.
I heard the crying, but Charlie came in to find me, swearing he'd not meant to do it. When I checked on Johnny, Charlie had hit him in the face and he had a bloody nose (and later, a black eye). I had to get Johnny doctored and calmed down before I could go find Charlie. He was in his closet, cuddled up with a coat (12 is too old for teddy bears, I guess). He was obviously cried out, but kept repeating that he hadn't meant to hit him like that. He never denied he'd meant to hit him, even knowing he'd get the switch, but he had only been aiming for his shoulder, when Johnny jumped into the way.
I had to report it to CPS and Charlie had to spend the night at a juvenile facility. I had my mom stay with the boys the next day, and they day after that, Charlie and I flew to Arizona, where I'd found a military-style academy that specialized in troubled boys and had therapist and a psychiatrist on staff. Charlie stayed there for over a year. I visited him several times, and he came back and spent the summer between 7th and 8th grades with us. We talked about him going to a different academy, but he stayed with us and moved back in with his mom for 9th grade, where he lived for two years. She has to work a lot of evenings now, so he moved back in with us last year.
I want to make it clear that I have never considered Charlie a bad kid. He was drugged out of his skull when I first started to care for him, and the first thing we did was wean him off all the drugs and detox him. Then we found a shrink-iatrist who didn't think drugs should be used as the fist alternative. If I hadn't had to take the twins when I did, I think Charlie would have worked out fine; but I was their godfather and not taking them would have been as much a betrayal of them as taking them in was a betrayal of Charlie. It was just a no-wins situation.
If I've not mentioned it before, Charlie is still on minor doses of two different drugs (and I'd have to look them up to spell them). Charlie has an allergic reaction to Ritalin, so he takes a substitute in the morning, then he takes something to help him sleep in the evening. That's a LOT less than he took when he moved in with me.






I would have been nervous, even if I had done nothing wrong that I could remember!