-What
if your sensitive, gentle, eighteen year old daughter was forced to
endure three and half days of harsh treatment with no dignity, and
very few people that cared about what was going on, or even making
sure she had clean clothes, a toothbrush, or a way to bathe herself?
-What
if they brought her food, but didn't even ask if there was anything
she would like to eat, and only took into account one of her
allergies so she couldn't eat part of the meal she was given, and the
rest made her pretty sick because she was use to a diet quite
different?
-What
if you were there with her, and tried to explain the circumstances
that brought her there, but you were only half listened to and then
lied to?
-What
if because they only listened to part of what you said they twisted
the story and made assumptions then told others the lies they believed
and accused you of lying?
-What
if these people were judgmental and demanding of their own ways even
though they went against the ways your family has worked?
-What
if the people were well respected doctors and nurses?
-What
if you tried to reason with them, but were told you should not speak
up for your daughter even though she had asked you to?
-What
if they accused you of being a controlling parent and your daughter
was told she needed to be more independent?
-What
if they frightened your daughter worse than she's ever been
frightened before?
-What
if they would not let your daughter leave?
-What
if they moved her into another part of the hospital where you could
only see her for a couple hours of the day?
-What
if that was a place where she was afraid for her safety and when you
came to see her she was crying and shaking because of the experience?
---Hey
this would be a great plot beginning for a novel! Maybe a thriller
of some kind?
-What
if this is a real life experience?
----Does
that make it alright? Would you be alright with this if it were you?
What about your daughter? What about your loved one? Does it even matter who it is? Should anyone be treat this way?
Because
you know what?
It
was real life.
Two of my daughters-- Hope & Meg |
-It
happened to my daughter, and I was the mom in this hypothetical.
Everything I said above did happen from Monday to Thursday of this
week.
-This
is part 1 of a series of blogs I plan to post. In part 2 I will go
into more details. We are still shaking off the fear this instilled.
Even now as I write about it, my stomach is jumping.
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