Trashy Journalism

Last year (2015) I attended a training on the identification and assessment of the needs for intervening with CSEC; I attended the update earlier this month (12/16). CSEC is the commercial sexual exploitation of children. It’s a multimillion, if not multibillion per year business here in these USA as well as globally. Of the top centers in the world, we here in California can disappointedly claim three of them: Los Angeles, San Francisco & San Diego. Two of the main streets/locales that are common are the Figueroa corridor stretching from the Port of Los Angeles through, and past, University of Southern California. The other is Long Beach Blvd, with a lot of activity in Compton.

The CSEC population comprises of children, many who are victimized at 11 years old for the first time by their pimp. But this isn’t their first forced foray into trauma and victimhood: they’re likely to have been sexually molested by family members, witnesses to domestic violence, been in group foster homes because their home environment is deemed entirely too unsafe for them to remain there. These boys and girls frequently run away, but also are sold into CSEC by family – sometimes unwittingly (i.e. gang families, indentured overseas, coyotes).

One of the biggest impediments to working and obtaining help for these children is the lifespan they have once they enter CSEC: 7 years. Many do not live to be 20 years old. They are gang raped, drugged, beaten, starved. They are branded with tattoos or have microchips (yes, like Fido) embedded so that if they do manage to run away from the Pimp/John/Bottom-Bitch they are easily tracked, beaten for punishment. If a pimp, John, or Bottom Bitch has too much trouble with a girl or boy, they will kill them. Survival only happens if social services and DHS intervene, or if the child is abandoned by the pimps, but not without consequence. Frequently if a child is not killed for being troublesome to the pimp, they are burned with acid resulting in severe disfigurement.

The second impediment has been the issue with law enforcement labeling the children as criminals (i.e. charged with prostitution) instead of victims. When pimps and johns are caught, arrested, they have to attend a class on child prostitution to attend and it’s expunged from their record after 6 months. It’s on the record of the children forever.

A child cannot consent to sex. A child is not a criminal. He, or she, is a victim. There’s a growing number of boys being trafficked through the LBGT community in Hollywood, and they have pimps just like the girls. Instead of criminalizing children, let’s criminalize the johns and pimps. But you can’t have pimps and johns being thought of as the victim AND the child. So, we decriminalize prostitution to keep the children off the books, and start labeling the johns and pimps as criminals, start putting them into the sex offender registry.

What a dirty piece of trash journalism this link is!

Rush

I’m feeling the rush of the season, but I haven’t bothered to set up my tiny fake tree or the Nativity scene yet. There’s a push to meet productivity numbers, always, but more so during the holidays. Every week I aim to bill the state 26 hours regardless of my case load which can be as light as 10 or as high as 21. As an employee, I rely on my supervisor to keep my case load up; she’s to “court” the referral sources. This year with Christmas and New Year’s being on Thursfay, I’m working most of next week. It’ll be the first time in 4 years that I haven’t taken a day off for the winter holidays.

Yet I’m dragging. I’m chilling (literally) on a client’s front stoop, waiting for him/her to arrive. The appointment was at 4pm, it’s now 4:13pm. I need to get this case cleared up, too many loose ends, too many missed appointments. I’m the one waiting on them; I thought they needed therapy. I know one of the reasons our low SES clients are our clients is because they have difficulty functioning in society; their dis-ease impairs their ability to take perspective, to empathize, to realize others effort and know the way to respond to it.  Everyone else has made them wait hours for medical visits, weeks for funds/checks, and years for the American dream.

That said, it’s hard to wake up in the mornings because it’s a damp cold, and the last 4.5 months on a starvation budget have hit their mark. Thankfully, I received a 10% raise, considering the fact I was already functioning 6% below COLA, it’s the extra 4% which makes the difference. I continue to look for work at other agencies though.

I need to hit the hay. I have a client at school at 8am, another at 11am, 1pm and ~4pm. I suppose it sounds nice, but each client is accompanied with at least 30 minutes of street traffic, dealing with school personnel, looking for kids who are tardy/truant/absent. At least tomorrow is Friday. My plans for Saturday: sleep. Because I’m dragging. I want to put things on pause, slow things down a bit.

<rant>I saw a meme on Fb this morning that showed some people guffawing at the idea of single people being tired, compared to people with kids. You could say I don’t have kids. But I work with your kids when your family system has messed them up, when society has messed them up. You might deal with the bedwetting, but I’m the one who listens to the incest, rape, abuse, bullying, loneliness, panic attacks, flashbacks, the bingeing and purging. </rant>

Same Old Poop

I know the answers to the unspoken questions that pull tears from my eyes.  I know not to ever ask ever again “When will it stop?” I came as I promised Monday  evening to pick up some food and the old food processor and juicer. She was upset, I guess I was too precisely on time. I said, “I’m here” and the response was “Oh, okay. Whatever.” Dad’s response to me was don’t start anything. Me? I came on time. I came as promised. She’s mad when I come, when I don’t visit.

I can’t entertain the crazy.

Dang, I was assigned one heck of an interesting case this week. I’ll tell you all about it when I’m dead.

Mums the word & ethics code & law.

Family

Can be attricious.

The situation: My roomate made plans beginning of May to move out and did so this past Sunday. I’m swinging rent in excess of $1500 by myself for August. I’ve found a place to share with coworker for total $1265. That’s a savings of $150/month for me.

My dad offered financial assistance last week. I held off & he retracted it Sunday morning. Then he had buyers remorse, and called me today. He wants me to stay at current place, which I csnnot afford with my student debt & car loans. I can’t afford to eat at this point.

His thought is that I submitted paperwork to Sallie Mae to adjust my loans & is counting my chickens before they hatch. Yet SM hasn’t responded yet.

If you withdraw support, don’t you think the horse will stop pulling the cart, and kick you? Especially when you tease the horse?