It's been a couple of months since MLRA "confessed" that he thought he had killed his mom. He continues to attend 2 hours of play therapy a week and 4 1/2 days at a therapeutic daycare. It will be a year that he has been attending the therapeutic daycare in a couple of weeks. He has made great improvements but... he still has a ways to go as is evident in last nights conversation with him.
Last night for bedtime, M picked out a book on death and grief. He has a couple of children's books dealing with the death and loss of a pet, a loved one, . Anyhow, so along the way, the pages ask questions, like how did you feel when you lost someone important.
M said, I know someone that died. I said yes. He says, my mom. But, she is not in heaven. I said, where do you think she is? He says, she is in jail with my dad. Then he went into detail relaying the following:
I heard those noises when I was sleeping and I asked my dad what it was and he said it was the wind, but I knew it wasn't the wind, it was my mom. She was walking outside in the grass. Then she came and pounded on the door and then she grabbed my head and my dad grabbed my legs and they started pulling me. Each of them wanted me to live with them. The police arrested both of them for hurting me.
I said no, your dad hurt your mom and he had to go to jail. Mom "is court the same as jail?" I said not exactly. (sometimes, when I got to work, I say I'm going to court-since i work with the courts). So I said, no, court is where you go and the judge tells you how long you will be in jail for. He said, did the judge let my dad keep his clothes. I said no. Your dad has to wear a uniform. Why? Because all people in jail have to wear the same clothes. Did the judge throw away my dad's clothes. I don't know. Mom, that's not very nice of the judge to throw away my dad's clothes.
Son, your dad hurt your mom so he has to stay in jail until he learns to be nice to people. Mom, my dad has been gone for a long time already, when he gets out of jail, he's going to come get me and I'm going to go live with him. Then when my dad goes back to jail, will you go pick me up again?
Son, you will always be here with me. Mom, but if my dad tells my mom he's sorry for hurting her, she will say, that's okay and then he doesn't have to go to jail. Son, he hurt your mom very bad and she can't say its okay, because its not okay.
Mom, but I killed my mom. My dad got me a gun and he told me to push the button but I pretended to push the button so I wouldn't hurt my mom. And I still hurt my mom and she died. No, son you didn't hurt your mom. You pretended to hurt her but your dad shot and killed your mom when you were not there. No Mom, I pushed the button but I didn’t want to kill her so I pretended. Then my mom died. Your dad shot your mom son not you. But, MOM, my dad is bad because he killed my mom. Son, your dad made a bad choice of hurting your mom but he isn't a bad man. Mom, I love my new dad he doesn't kill people.
Mom, I'm not MLRA, I'm my dad and I shot and killed my mom. Son, you are MLRA and you are a good little boy that is nice to people and you are safe here and no one is going to hurt you.
Mom: Can you rock me until morning?
Somewhere along the way, he also said does my dad have to eat white rice? I said I don't know. He said, can he go to mcdonald's? I said, no he can't go to mcdonalds. But why doesn't the judge go get him mcdonalds and bring him some?
This conversation lasted about 1/2 an hour.
So sad. He has been in our care for a year.
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