So after Paxton’s mom, Tara, had a hissy fit last time I picked him up for his weekend visit, the caseworker, Tara, cancelled all his visits.
~To avoid confusion (and extra key-strokes), caseworker Tara will stay Tara but I’m gonna start calling Paxton’s mom Cun… uh, nah. Um, let’s go with ...Lucy.
~
So anyway, Lucy jumped all over my case because the twins cried when I picked up Paxton a few Fridays ago, because they wanted to come, too. But I have to go by Tara’s decisions, and she had decided that I can only have the twins when their foster mom, Jen, needs me for Respite Care - when she needs some time off. And then I'd have all 3 kids. So I was trying to explain this to Lucy but she wasn’t having it; ears closed, mouth in full operation. She was a total dink about it, and just kept repeating “It’s not fair! It’s not fair!”
Well it was perfectly “fair” when she used to drop Paxton off here every weekend, and never even took the twins out of her car or even had them so much as wave hello and/or goodbye to ol’ Uncle Frank. But what-the-hell-ever. So, the twins didn’t know me from Ironman
p) until Tara decided a while back that I was to take them on alternate weekends.
And it was perfectly fair that Paxton started self-harming and spiraled into depression over that.
See, in Paxton’s mind, my home is his home. His
actual home. So when I was picking up the twins for their weekend visits, in his mind I was taking
them home instead of him. And it caused real trauma, so I told Tara I wasn’t gonna do that anymore. And that’s when she said I could have Pax every weekend instead of every other weekend. See. she’d asked Jen about, and Jen said that, yes indeed, Paxton was very negatively affected every time I picked up the twins. He was self-harming, severely clawing at his own face and slapping himself; withdrawn, just sitting on their couch staring into space, sometimes for over an hour; depressed, and very emotional.
But apparently, Lucy figured that was fair.
Anyway, Paxton's weekend visits are now cancelled. At least until after the upcoming CFT meeting. CFT stands for Child and Family Team. As Paxton’s former foster dad, current part-time care-giver and honorary uncle, I’m on this team, and I will attend the meeting (via Zoom) unless Lucy says she doesn’t want me to and she has a good reason. But I doubt that Tara will think any reason Lucy gives at this point is good enough.
Tara is way late in scheduling a CFT meeting. It was supposed to happen back in October, and then another one every 90 days. But Tara’s been doing a sloppy job from day 1, so this isn’t surprising. Also, she told me that her decision to cancel Paxton’s weekend visits has nothing to do with Lucy saying it isn’t fair, and nothing to do with the twins or anything. Which is total BS. She just wanted to make her caseworker life easier.
Meanwhile, Jen says Paxton keeps asking “Where Unka Pwank? I go see Unka Pwank now?”
May the Gods or Stars or Spirits calm his little heart. And mine.