Exactly! Those types of things shouldn’t happen to children! I refuse to hit my kids. When I was thirteen I was beaten so badly by the man that raised me that my mother had to rush me to the emergency room, once I regained consciousness. She locked the car door before I could jump out of the car, and run to the ER. She said, “Don’t go! I can’t let you get medical help. If I do, they’ll want to take a report, and they’ll take you away from me.” She began crying, and then turned the car around to drive me home. A couple of days later, I had to play a softball tournament with a concussion. People kept asking me why I had bruises on my face.
Stories like this remind me of the sadder times working at a children’s hospital.
“Non-accidental trauma” is a phrase that haunts me to this day.
Exactly! Those types of things shouldn’t happen to children! I refuse to hit my kids. When I was thirteen I was beaten so badly by the man that raised me that my mother had to rush me to the emergency room, once I regained consciousness. She locked the car door before I could jump out of the car, and run to the ER. She said, “Don’t go! I can’t let you get medical help. If I do, they’ll want to take a report, and they’ll take you away from me.” She began crying, and then turned the car around to drive me home. A couple of days later, I had to play a softball tournament with a concussion. People kept asking me why I had bruises on my face.