I will never forget when my mom came home from work and explained "mandatory reporting" to me. It was a new thing they did a workshop on at her job. She worked at a hospital. So it was a new requirement for all personnel. From now on, it was very important that if anybody knew, or had any reason to suspect abuse, they had to report it to the police right away or they would lose their ability to work at any hospital ever again.
It sounded really serious, my mom's role as protector of children. She seemed really proud of herself. Of course when she realized I had been molested by our babysitter, she handled it by screaming, "Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about!" and I stopped crying. In my experience as a paramedic, it's kind of still the same a lot of the time, especially at nursing homes. If you actually do say something every time you see something, you're just a huge pain in everybody's ass. There aren't social workers for all of these people. They're lying in their own shit because nobody cares about them. But this was an infant, 13 months old. And these people had the audacity to drop her off with a broken leg, bruises on her face and vagina, obviously raped and beaten. Just drop her off like nobody will notice anything's wrong, status quo. I have to wonder how drunk the mother is. Fentanyl?
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