I was on my first 1 to 1 today. We'll call the little bastard Steve. Steve's 11. Steve's a son of a bitch. He's kinda...I dunno wtf is wrong with him. He's loud, he's a little slow, and he gets angry when he doesn't get his way. He's on 1:1 precautions when he's awake. Lucky me.

So when I got on the little boys' unit, they were all being crazy and loud and running around, so the other staff members (I cannot stress enough that I had NOTHING to do with this decision) decided that everyone needed to go to their rooms for a quiet 15 minute break. This was also time for us to get some paperwork out of the way - us meaning not me because I'm on a fucking 1:1 with this little fucker. So I pulled up a chair and I'm sitting in his doorway not taking my eyes off him, lest he hurt himself or some one else. He's supposed to be in his room all quiet. Instead he's up running around finding every scrap of paper or cardboard in his room, shaping it into some form of airplane and flying it around.

The two kids in the room next to him are absolute angels and I've heard they're both getting out within the next week. They get to come out of their rooms first. Steve was totally furious. "How come they get to come out? When do I get to come out?" blah fuckity blah. So this continues on..and every kid gets to come out of their room but him. It's dinner time now and he's SO mad...that he refuses to go to dinner. "I'm not going. I don't give a damn." So on..and so forth. So everyone else leaves and it's me and him on the unit. Now that everyone's left, he thinks it's playtime. I fucking TOLD his ass that just because he doesn't wanna eat doesn't mean I'm turning on the tv and breaking out the colors. He still has to sit in his room. Well....he flips out..lol of course. He's climing on furniture, he's screaming at me..shit like that.. A nurse comes in with a shot and we take him to his room. He's crying and crying for his momma as we restrained him on the bed and gave him a shot in the ass. Then he's in his room just fine for 15 minutes.

During that time I was sitting in a chair outside his room...just..waiting. A coworker comes in and says "Where's the little boy in the blue shirt?" Another staff says "That's Justin. He's in his room. He just came out of the bathroom. Why?" The girl replies "Well..we're in the room right outside your unit...and he must have just come out of the bathroom when he did it, but he came up to the window and pulled his thing out and showed all the teenage girls in rehab out there."

When Steve finally came out after 15 minutes, it was time for art therapy. As the hall door was opened and we lined the kids up in the main area, I could hear Sally's screams down the hall in her little tard voice. I looked to where they were coming from and saw the main entrance that I come through and leave through everyday. It's always locked. Sally's wedged right into the open doorway with 3 people on her. Between sobs she's screaming "nooooooo nooooooooo noooooooooo nooooooooooo." We took the boys down the hall to where art therapy was being held and I looked back to see that there were now 4 staff on her and that they'd restrained her to the ground. A nurse was approaching with a shot. Somebody had obviously just entered or exited through the door and Sally'd tried to run for it. lol too bad tards don't run that fast. :X

Art therapy consisted of playing with clay, smearing it on our clothes, body, and hands, letting it dry halfway because lack of time, and then taking it back to the unit to throw it at the walls where it sticks and drives the staff crazy. So now it's obviously shower time. Steve absofuckinglutely refuses to take a shower. I take him to his room and tell him to pick out some clothes. He starts screaming at me, so now I have to tell him to stay in his room for 15 minutes to calm down...He starts throwing shit around his room....paperplanes, cards, my PEN, my water bottle, and his fucking clayball that sticks to the walls. I finally managed to pry the damn thing out of his hands and throw it away.

A nurse comes back in and we take him to the "quiet room" which is where people go to be LOUD. Who'da thunk it, eh? I hold the door closed with my foot as he throws himself against the door, walls, and window. The windows are made out of plexiglass...so they're more pliable and soft so people wont hurt themselves as easily. It also makes a huge "BOOM" when you slam both your arms against it. Screaming "You mother fuckers" while doing so REALLY adds flare, imo.

Puting some one in the quiet room is considered seclusion or restraint and anytime some one comes out of either they have to take a 15 minute break so we know they're completely calm before the rejoin the group. So he decides that he can go to his room now and be quiet for 15 minutes. He started talking about his mom and how much she missed her. He said that she never comes to visit and lives far away. I asked hwere and he said Georgetown and that when he said his "mom" he really meant his grandmother. His real mom lived in Oklahoma and he never gets to see her because she gave him beer when he was a baby. I told him that Georgetown was only 20 minutes away. He got really mad...lol He comes out for about...ohhhhh 2 minutes..then decides he's not gonna wait the full 15....I tell him to go back in his room. He tells me "you're not the boss of me." I then informed him that his mother knew exactly where he was, and that she'd probably put him here. Whatever the case, we had custody of him and had full legal right to tell him to do anything. He threw a fucking fit..lol so there we go...BACK to the quiet room. The nurse comes back and she tries to talk to him...he tells her "Shut up! BITCH!" in addition to a "You mother fucker!" Then he tells her "Go ride one of the other kids." suggesting that she's a lesbian.....or something..I dunno....He gets his night meds....then he says he can go to his room now.

We take him to his room...for another 15 minutes..he's in for about 2 minutes..again..and throws another fit. This time he's mad because it's snack time and he can't have any now. Ok soooooooooo I think he should have been given snack, because he didn't have dinner. The rest of the staff agreed against me though saying that he shouldn't get it. *shrug* We had to hold him down again and give him yet another shot. It all ended with me sitting outside his room with him. He refused to go into his room. He finally got so groggy from all the meds that he lay down and was asleep in 5 minutes.


While I was in the nurse's station writing up the daily report (basically everything I've just said) another staff member says how good he was today. She said that on Friday he told a nurse (who's flaming GAY) that he was gonna fuck him in the ass. All the staff know he's gay and said they were trying so hard not to laugh about it because Steve was so MAD when he said it. Then she said that Steve had pulled his pants down to show her his ass. He'd said "I bet you'd like to fuck me in the ass with your dick." She told him that she didn't have one of those. So he pulled his pants up, turned around and said "ok. Then you're gonna get your pussy and hop up and down on my dick, bitch."



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