Friday, January 07, 2005
Where Have I Been, Internet?
Busy, sick.
The day before new year's eve my client's mother's boyfriend beat her with a hammer. She, though having not heretofor shown very good sense in picking men, having stayed with the boyfriend after he set her car on fire two months ago, broke up with him. Later, a barfight occured that the boyfriend lost, details are sketchy. The boyfriend retaliating for all this by setting the client's house on fire while she and her babysitter were inside.
They got out because of the many, many smoke detectors. We keep reminding the client about the importance of smoke detectors when she gets mopey and obsessive about what would have happened if she hadn't been able to wake up. It's not really sinking in but it's the only thing I can think of that might help her be less upset about this. She's obsessive by nature and has had nightmares and her hair pulling, which was under control is back with a vengeance.
We're helping the mom out with soliciting donations from habitat for humanity and local building companies because it's looking like she can rebuild the house and keep living in it. For now they're living with the client's grandmother who is an evil shrew with a miniture poodle. The poodle is named Pierre; it has a diamond collar...and a sweater. This is the kind of evil she is.
The grandmother refers to me as either "that girl" or "that other girl". I do not like her. I also do not like that she discourages my client from calling the ex-boyfriend a, "fucker" or a "fucking asshole". I think this is theraputic. What do I know?
The day before new year's eve my client's mother's boyfriend beat her with a hammer. She, though having not heretofor shown very good sense in picking men, having stayed with the boyfriend after he set her car on fire two months ago, broke up with him. Later, a barfight occured that the boyfriend lost, details are sketchy. The boyfriend retaliating for all this by setting the client's house on fire while she and her babysitter were inside.
They got out because of the many, many smoke detectors. We keep reminding the client about the importance of smoke detectors when she gets mopey and obsessive about what would have happened if she hadn't been able to wake up. It's not really sinking in but it's the only thing I can think of that might help her be less upset about this. She's obsessive by nature and has had nightmares and her hair pulling, which was under control is back with a vengeance.
We're helping the mom out with soliciting donations from habitat for humanity and local building companies because it's looking like she can rebuild the house and keep living in it. For now they're living with the client's grandmother who is an evil shrew with a miniture poodle. The poodle is named Pierre; it has a diamond collar...and a sweater. This is the kind of evil she is.
The grandmother refers to me as either "that girl" or "that other girl". I do not like her. I also do not like that she discourages my client from calling the ex-boyfriend a, "fucker" or a "fucking asshole". I think this is theraputic. What do I know?
