Chapter III: Heeeere’s Jerry!!
Gloria got up, went to the door, and walked out to the van.
“I’m praying he’ll be good, Dr. Cima,” she grimaced, “but I can’t guarantee it.” Gramma Eleanor began to cry, again.
Before Jerry arrived, Gloria said they never knew what to expect when Jerry came home. Sometimes he’d have a smile on his face, other times his face would be beet red from anger. He might ask for an apple, or toss his backpack at his mother. It was common for Jerry to be the only child in the school van, “for safety reasons.” Good day or bad, whether alone or with other kids, there was an extra staff member assigned to sit next to him, to and from school.
We decided it would be a good idea for me to meet with Jerry alone so, as planned, I followed Gloria…
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Chapter IV: The Plan
Angela and I began to talk about a plan on the way back to the office. Two things were evident.
There was an ongoing crisis at home. Gloria changed jobs, moved her family from their long time home in Orange County, leaving security and friendships behind. Gloria and her mother Eleanor were hopeful and optimistic that a new start, in a new school, in a new neighborhood, would reap new behaviors. Instead, now isolated and desperate, the family was disintegrating. Unless we intervened, quickly, in a beneficial way, the county social worker was “leaning” towards removing Jerry from his home and placing him in foster care “to make sure he received “‘treatment.’” That would, I knew, inevitably lead to Jerry being “medicated” with one or more of those toxic chemicals, for his “disease.” And that, in my view, was intolerable.
Also evident, the school was out…
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