Listen to thisEvery day in my work I encounter youth who have lots to say about their experiences in group care and treatment facilities. I marvel at their ability to be candid and their clarity about what they remember. I am continually surprised by the seemingly inconsequential moments that have proved to be turning points for them.
Jo-Ellen is a 15 year old teen who lives in a treatment group home. She has experienced several losses including being abandoned by her mother when she was three. Jo-Ellen arrived and took the group home by storm. She did everything she could to push people away and make herself appear untouchable. She described that for her this was a test, to see if the staff really cared. So what tipped the scale?
One day Jo-Ellen was having a really bad day. She had just got off the phone with her biological mother and the conversation did not go well. Jo-Ellen threatened to leave the residence without permission but decided to go outside to have a smoke break before going on the run. It was pouring rain outside. A staff person saw Jo-Ellen's distress and proceeded to venture outside to support her. One might imagine that Jodi, would have stood under the overhang for a couple of minutes and attempt to coax the youth to “make a good choice”. But Jodi stood outside in the downpour for 45 minutes! Listening!
Months after this event transpired, Jo-Ellen spoke of its significance. “It was the weirdest thing – but after Jodi stood with me in the rain for that long (45 minutes), I knew she cared – I knew someone really gave a shit about me. From that point on, I didn’t need to fight against the staff anymore – cause I knew that someone cared.”
Michael was 8 when he was first in a treatment group home. He was an angry young lad and justifiably so. He had been in 5 foster homes before he ended up at a residential setting. In his mind, he was trash because no one wanted him. Michael hated going to school. Understandably he had not experienced school success with the multitude of placements and past traumatic experiences in his childhood. Now Michael is 14 and he shared with me what he remembers about what mattered to him.
He spoke with sparkling eyes and a sheepish grin
when he described Susan who would wake him up everyday singing, “You are
my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray -” Somehow, Susan's singing to Michael and then promising him “special
toast” after he fulfilled his morning routines kept him going. “No one
had ever given me that kind of special attention. I didn’t feel that I
deserved it. Here was someone who sang to me in the morning and she
wasn’t my mother! I would look forward to being surprised by the special
toast I would get. I don’t know where she got all her ideas from for the
toast – but I can tell you I liked it a lot! It got me out of bed and to
school where I actually did better than I ever had. Go figure!”
Emma, now 16, and a crown ward of the Children's Aid Society spoke about
her recollections at a treatment group home when she was 9. “I remember
being really scared at nighttime. Typically, I wouldn’t go to sleep
until 1 or 2 o'clock in the morning. I had been sexually abused by
several relatives during the night so I was always afraid of going to
sleep. I remember Dave, my primary worker, who asked me when I arrived
at the group home if I needed a night light. I think I said no at first
because I didn’t want to seem like a wimp. But Dave suggested that I try
it and if I didn’t want or need it, it could be taken out of my room. I
was so glad he insisted although I didn’t let on to him at the time. The
other thing he did was that he sat outside my door until I fell asleep.
If he wasn’t working he made sure that another staff person did the same
thing. No one had ever gone to such trouble for me before. I think this
was the first time I felt safe. Dave was the first male person I wasn’t afraid of. I knew he would protect me.”
Joel is 14 and lives in a group home. He recalled that he lived at one
setting for almost 4 years. This longevity really meant a lot to Joel. “I had been everywhere as a kid. It felt good to stay put for so long. I
eventually broke down the placement but I can actually say I liked it
there. They were good to me. I remember all the fun stuff we did! We
went camping, to a cottage and I learned how to water ski. Birthdays
were awesome with homemade cakes and cool gifts. If I could, I would
like to go back. I didn’t realize it then, how much it meant to me but
now that I’m in another group home, I wish I was there again. It was
home to me.”
Amy was a troubled young woman who had been in and out of treatment
since she was in Kindergarten. She was constantly in a state of flux
living with her dad and then in the care of CAS, a cycle that repeated
itself several times over by the age of 14 when I met her. Although Amy
appeared to be older than her years, her behaviour was that of a much
younger person. Amy was diagnosed with Fetal Alcohol Effects and this
was in addition to her attachment difficulties and her various learning
disabilities. One day, Amy was having a serious temper tantrum because
she was told that she must wear proper equipment (a helmet) while
wearing her roller blades. Amy protested claiming that, “it was stupid
for a 14 year old girl to wear a helmet”. She proceeded to storm her way
outside without permission, to rollerblade on the cement without her
gear.
Chantele, a seasoned and skilled clinician, observed what was going on and went outdoors to speak with Amy. Here she was, standing outside wearing a bike helmet so that Amy wouldn’t feel “marked out” wearing a helmet while enjoying her roller blades. It wasn’t long before Amy could not resist the temptation to donne her own bike helmet without any protest.
Later Amy stated that, “I just wanted someone to pay attention to me.
And when Chantele came out wearing a bicycle helmet I thought she was
crazy! She made me laugh and forget why I was mad. If she was wearing a
helmet then I would, too!”
Joe was 10 when he was in group care. He had pretty much lived on the
street and had no concept of eating at a table for meals. Now, at age 17
he recalls his past struggle as a youngster at mealtimes. “I remember
not knowing how to use a fork or a knife. I felt stupid because everyone
else seemed to know what to do. Besides that, I was clumsy. What meant a
lot to me was that Sandra never got mad at me, even when I spilled milk
at almost every meal. The other thing she did was cut up my meat for me.
It was a small thing, but I just couldn’t do it. She even went so far as
giving me secret “spoon, fork and knife lessons” while the other kids
were at school. I so appreciated her doing that because I would have
been targeted if other kids knew what she and I were doing. She showed
me patience and caring and took time for me. No one had ever done that
before.”
Just during the past few months, I met with Andy, a 16 year old youth
who had been in and out of custody. Andy wasn’t thrilled about meeting
with a clinician at first, yet week after week he voluntarily consented
to meet with me. During our discussions, I became aware of Andy’s interest in art, especially graffiti art. Andy even brought some of his
doodle art to therapy sessions. Andy’s passion for his craft appeared to
be growing so I inquired about whether he was interested in doing
something on a grander scale. I told him about a bare wall in the agency
that needed some attention and wondered whether he would like to design
something and then paint it. This was, of course pre-approved and then
coordinated with his teacher so that he could obtain an art credit. The
result, was a youth-friendly wall that bears the mark of a youth who
discovered his passion. Andy hasn’t told me how much this meant to him.
He didn’t have to. His ear to ear smile when the final product was
completed said it all!
As all of these stories suggest, it is the small things that seem to really make a difference to kids. Too often our day to day work with children and youth can get pretty routine. we’re just, “getting through meals”, “getting them to school”, “getting through the shift”, “getting through a therapy session” or “just doing our job”.
We can tend to take for granted the power of simple acts that can make a difference not only for a moment, but for a lifetime!
