Friday, April 20, 2007

Freaky Friday

I hate Myspace. Often times I hate computers. Part of me thinks that internet access should be in the same category as driving requirements - when you become of a certain age and are aware and have proven (by testing) that you are well aware of the consequences of poor decisions -- THEN you can do it.

Sigh ~

We had a problem with... of all people... Kayte. She's on Myspace very little now. Since she got a cell phone, and since we stopped the kids from using the home computers at ALL, she's not been on it much. (For the record, none of the kids being allowed on the home computer is a dream come true!) She can access her Myspace from friends houses mainly, which we did not object to and it's just every few days for a limited amount of time. As usual, I check their accounts on occasion.... Kayte's not-so-often because she's pretty 'kiddish' in her conversations: "what are you doing this weekend?" "I'm bored" "I love lip gloss", etc. But this past week I found some disturbing conversations as well as too many 'friends'. They are allowed to have 30 or so friends. She had 76. She is required to only add people she personally knows. She has a couple of guys whom she clearly didn't know.

One guy asked to be her friend, she said "do I know you?" and he said 'no' then made mention of how beautiful she was. She added him and the conversation that ensued was every parent's nightmare.

She told him she lived in Tampa, where she went to school, what mall she goes to, what she was doing, those kinds of things. Clearly a HUGE no-no. Additionally this guy continued to make references to her age (she told him she was only 13) and even at one point, when he was trying to 'hook up' with her said "I sure hope you are worth going to jail for" in which she replied "LOL. You are sweet." SWEET??? My heart stopped.

I just responded to this jerk as follows:
Hello. I am Kayte's legal guardian and I am writing from her account to tell you that I have read everything written to and from you to Kayte. Clearly she told you she was 13. Clearly you continued to make remarks about "going to jail" and "hooking up" with her - at one time stating "I hope you are worth going to jail for". Clearly you are an internet predator of some sort. I wonder if your employer, Verizon, is aware that you are attempting to pick up 13 year old girls? I wonder if the task force in Tampa that is assigned to this very thing would be interested in reading your conversations as well. I'm quite sure they would. I have one request for you - crawl back under the rock in which you came out from and never - EVER talk to my child or to any other child under age again.

Oh my lord my blood is boiling. What kind of a man hits on 13 year old kids? The answer is, only ONE kind of man... and for that very reason, this guy deserves harsh treatment if not criminal mischief charges.

We sat down and talked to Kayte about this. In her typical 'lawyer' fashion she defended herself. She said that she was aware that it was wrong, but did not think she was being stupid and said that it was "a very long time ago". Apparently Kayte's definition of a long time ago is 2 weeks. Then we told her that she, by her actions, was the epitome of "stupid" in what she did. In every single way possible what she did was wrong and against every rule we ever made for the kids. Don't give out personal info. Don't add people you don't know. I guess we left out the part about flirting with adult men... silly me. Although if she hadn't broke the first two rules, the third couldn't have happened.

Because this was an isolated incident and 99% of what she DOES do online on Myspace is okay.... we allowed her to keep her account. However, I'm going to check it DAILY now. And... I can't WAIT for the perv to write me back.

Okay... on to another conversation.

Chris and I are really trying to step up the physical love shown in our house. Hugging the kids often. Kissing them goodnight. I'll text Kayte in the middle of the day to tell her I love her. Writing something for Kayla saying I love you. Chris and I really thought that it was probably a big thing that they were missing since being away from their mom. It might seem like a 'given' that you'd do these things, but they are not OUR kids, ya know? We just didn't do it as much as we probably should. And with Jonathans' Asperger Syndrome, he's prone to be less affectionate to begin with. So... it's a good thing happening here at the Rhocchini house.

I didn't blog that Julie was out of the hospital - Palms of Pasadena - I think just one day, and had to go back to the emergency room. She went to Tampa General and was admitted for a couple of days. They couldn't believe that PoP discharged her without some kind of steroid for her lungs. (Remember, they didn't want to give her anything). Her breathing has been HORRIBLE since this whole thing started. The really weird thing is that her oxygen levels are okay... but her breathing is extremely labored.

She originally thought she was still going to be in the hospital last night and asked if I could bring the kids down to see her. Julie doesn't realize what her hospitalization has cost me.... the gas and food and other expenses. I told her I'd have to think about it, but I knew there would be no way I could spend the gas needed to get down there again. Then she found out she was getting discharged. She called wanting to see the kids for a visit. We had choir practice that night... which leaves me with one hour to get home, clean house, check homework, follow-up on chores, get dinner cooked, on the table, eaten and put away. Have you ever tried doing that for a family of 6 that included 4 teenagers? Tough stuff. So, I clearly told her NO... she could not come over. I knew when I hung up that wasn't going to be the last of it. I know my sister all too well.

She called back saying that she wanted to just 'swing by the house for 5 minutes to pick up a purse'. I said yes.... and made a mental note that if she tried to do anything more it was going to mean we'd have to re-discuss any kind of future visits. I don't mean to be mean here... but even 5 minutes given what I had to cram into an hour was almost too much. But I love my sister and wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt that she could "just swing by."

As it turned out, she wasn't able to come by. I think she was discharged from the hospital later that expected. I talked to her at 5-ish and she was on a breathing treatment still in the hospital. I guess it was for the best, ya know? I really didn't want to put her to the test. She's been through so much... we all have.

Really good news about Julie though is that she has decided to try to change psychiatrists! Away from Dr. Vijapuri and into the care of Dr. Pages who had treated her at TGH and Memorial. Granted Dr. Pages was the one that wrote out the dozen or so prescriptions that nearly killed Julie, but he was following orders from Julie's primary psychiatrist, Vijapuri. If this Dr. Pages will see her and will CARE about her and try treating her with more intense therapy and less medication... it'll be a great thing. At the same time, they recommend she find a new primary care doctor. Right now her doctor is the clinic in Brandon that every Military person needs to go to. They are SWAMPED and rarely can see her when she needs them. This change, too, could be a good thing.

The downfalls to all of this is that Julie is starting 'from scratch' with doctors who don't know her. They don't know her quirks, addictions, personality, her manipulative ways, etc. Julie even made mention of seeing Dr. Pages and just "starting all over". The only question I have is this... can you really start all over from the here and now and progress forward without really knowing and fully understanding what happened in the past? I'm sure that's completely debatable. But I tend to think no. I think this because both Mom and I clearly see when Julie is headed for disaster LONG before the paid professionals do. And that comes from one thing and one thing only: a clear understanding of Julie's past. Perhaps if Julie could find a way to make the family (Mom, Katie and I) fully participate in her psychiatric care from the beginning it might be beneficial to the doctor. Help with his 'learning curve', ya know? But then I fear that Julie might view it as some sort of attack. And truly, all anyone wants is the best for Julie.

But.... as I talk about this (or type is better worded I suppose).... I clearly know that absolutely none of this is in my control. And... I'm perfectly okay with that. If Julie were still in the process of 'getting her kids back' I would for sure have to play a role in her treatment. But - I think everyone at this time - and perhaps even Julie - realizes that it's not going to happen.

I was in contact with one of Julie's good friends while she was in the hospital when things were 'touch and go'. She told me that she was going to have a conversation with Julie when she was better... talking to her about what to let go of, what to hold on to, and what changes she could make to have a better and closer relationship with her kids - even though they are living with me. I explained to her my theory of how Julie could have sold her house, moved into a small apartment up in Carrollwood, and been around a lot more for the kids this past year. Been there for football games, baseball games, school meetings, etc. Yes, she still has to be supervised by me at all times, but -- when you are 5 minutes away vs. 60 minutes away... it's just logical that you're going to be around more. She completely agreed with this. But then she also made mention of Julie taking the equity from her home and putting it into an account for the kids college.... which we all know would never happen. But this friend does think like that... well educated... college degree... career woman.... it's almost odd that she is such good friends with Julie. But then again, Julie does tend to draw in a unique group of friends. I think that's because - if you really got to know her - you'd clearly see her HUGE heart of gold. :o)

What else is new?

Destruction of the house continues as a result of all the teenagers. Kayla's floor in her bedroom... once a nice white-ish gray peppered Berber Carpet is completely covered in hair gel gook. The furniture, dresser, night stand, carpet, everything has this ICK on it. I've told her that when she gets a job, the FIRST thing she is doing with the money is paying for a company to come in and clean that carpet. Then we'll have to get a throw rug of some sort in there to protect the clean carpet (assuming they are actually able to clean it). I say it all the time... but you really CANT imagine how much hair stuff that girl uses. And... it's EVERYWHERE. The funny thing is that she has the 'cleanest' room. Neat-wise that is, not goopy floors and furniture-wise.

Chris and I decided at lunch today that we are going to HAVE to get a lock for our bedroom door. I keep losing things... not big things, small things. Hair dryer. Iron. Socks. Tweezers. The sock problem is crazy because I should be able to find them! Surely they are WASHED with someone's clothes every week, right? But I find socks everywhere. One on the floor. Three on in my car. One by the pool. Five by the trampoline. One under the sofa. Never pairs left somewhere.... just multiple odd socks everywhere. And the tweezers drive me INSANE. I am one of those people who has a place for everything and everything in it's place. I keep everything in the same spot and always put it back when done. Extremely anal about that. And since, once again, my tweezers have grown legs and walked out of my room, I'm now going to have to purchase my 8th pair of tweezers. Yeah, yeah... only cost - what - $5? But that's not the point! I know what some of you are thinking.... "go into their room and find them and take them back!" To those I say... you haven't seen their room. It's often a miracle they can find their beds! Some might say "Just ask who took them and ask them to bring them back!" To those I say.... NOBODY ever does it. I swear to God, I am waiting for the one day that I know this will happen... I will see someone with it IN THEIR HANDS and ask why they took it, and that person will say they didn't do it. I just know it'll happen! LOL

Well, I better run for now. I leave you with this on this happy Friday:

If you want happiness for an hour - take a nap.
If you want happiness for a day - go fishing.
If you want happiness for a year - inherit a fortune.
If you want happiness for a lifetime - help someone else.
Chinese Proverb

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

OMG--some of this I don't think I can comment on, maybe via email, might just have to wait til my visit!

First and foremost you totally did the right thing in the response to 'the guy' from Kayte's myspace page. I can't imagine what he must have been thinking when he read that! Good for you!

I'm sorry to hear Julie was back in the hospital but glad she's home now and trying to get the help she needs. I totally agree with her moving to Carrollwood, it would be so much easier on EVERYONE :)

Can't wait to see the action packed house next Saturday & Sunday!

Hang in there-the prayers continue!
~M

Anonymous said...

Did you contact the Police about this MySpace dude? I bet they would LOVE this information. You seem to be handling things quite well. Proud of you. Maybe Kayla needs a job as soon as school is over and she can also pay for the hair products; maybe once she sees how expensive they are, she'll keep the goop on her hair and not her room ;-)