my new job title is "aftercare case manager." this means that when women leave the shelter, if they have safe/permanent housing and employment, they get to play with me. or really, i get to play with them. for six months. at their houses. today i had a session with a lady who is already in the program and who i will be meeting with once the current aftercare case manager leaves. last year this client's batterer pushed her off of a third story balcony. she finally decided to leave him when he tracked her down in another city hundreds of miles away. on christmas eve. and tried to shoot her in the head. but the gun misfired. heavy. shit.
maybe i shouldn't complain so much. julie only sometimes threatens to kill me but has never wielded any weapons against me. she isn't particularly violent. except this weekend she got mad at mercy and meant to push her so that she would get off the couch, but in her blind rage she didn't so much push her gently off the couch as fling her little five pound body across the room. mercy looked like she might cry, and julie actually did cry. when mercy gets sad, her eyes get so big she looks like a precious moments doll. her eyes also look like that when she is being manipulative.
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