Public Service Announcement

Little girl ran away the night of All Hallows Eve. She was distraught over having her phone taken away for failing a class at school. It wasn't something she was surprised at. The rule had been in place since September. Gentle reminders did not help. Printed class grades did not spur her into action.

She skipped class to meet up with her boyfriend. She stopped taking her meds. Little girl lied.

When confronted with these simple truths, and again, off her meds, she ran. Little girl strung together tales of woe, of abuse, and hysterics. Her friend's mother bought every tear. Friend's mom was moved to action. She accused and refused to send our girl home. She told me, "your house isn't the best place for Little Girl."

The problem, of course, was there has never been any abuse, not now or in the past. The therapist, the social worker, the police knew the truth.

Little Girl is home. The police handcuffed her and took her to the station. We picked her up and it was heartbreaking. Once the cuffs were unlocked she ran straight into my arms, crying and saying she was sorry.

Our journey to help little girl heal, continues.

As we once again shake off the despair that has become our life, I'd like to address all of the bleeding heart parents out there.

If a child shows up at your door, hysterical with a tale of abuse, call the police. If there is abuse, let the professionals do their job. For you see, your uneducated assumptions only make a bad situation worse.

Friend's Mom doesn't know us. She doesn't know my daughter's past, or the meds she takes. This woman took our lives into her own hands and tried to undo years of work.

In short, if you want to help, then make a call and keep your nose out of other people's business.