The day before I left, my last morning at work, I had to physically manage a resident. I still have the bruises and the cut from where she pinched my skin off my hand.
It broke my heart.
This is not what I believe in. YES, these are girls with problems. They have been abused, they are abusers, they steal, they lie, they SURVIVE. You do what you must to survive.
Had I not been planning on quitting the next day I would have on the spot.
Listening to the girl scream this god awful scream, a scream I never want to hear again, I wondered how I could let myself get to this place. I wanted to cry.