Social Workers

My husband has had 3 different social workers since he has been in the hospital.  The first was an older lady who seemed to give a shit about him and his welfare.  She even blew smoke up my ass, telling me that there was no excuse for these men being treated like they are usually treated by the staff that is there to look after them.  But, in the same breath, she tried to tell me that we should get used to the way he is treated and how hard it is to deal with this situation because he will probably be there for a very long time because the program is in it's "infant" stages.  So I guess that is supposed to make it ok for them to completely disregard their civil rights.

Anyway, I used to call her all the time and leave her voice mails to be put on the visitors list weekly.  I would also have to complain on a pretty regular basis when the staff would mess with him.  They conveniently forget to give him his packages, put through the money for his phone cards on time, and screw with his commissary orders to the point of being blatantly on purpose.  Needless to say, she rarely returned my phone calls, but things got done when I called.

Then they moved him to another ward, so he had to change to a new social worker.  He seemed like a nice guy, but I barely even got to speak with him because he quit the facility.  His reasoning was that he had taken the job there to help the men in the program, but he wasn't allowed to help them in any way that would matter.  He refused to stick to the script, so he would get in trouble, and he quit because of it.  How awful!  I worry every day that there are not many people there who actually give a shit about my husband, and now there is one less because this law is a joke!!!

Now he has a new social worker, and I only know her name.  I hope she doesn't get too intimidated by my voice mails advocating for my husband.  It would be nice to have someone that doesn't treat me like I don't understand the gravity of my day to day life.  The life I live every day.  While all those people who treat my husband like shit because of his label get to go home to their loved ones every day, I get to live alone, worrying about how the state is going to decide our fate.  And yes, as they don't seem to think I can grasp, I know that things can turn out very badly.  I do.