Chicago526
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This happend to my mother once, only she was the one the doctor thought was doing the abusing! This is what happened, according to my mother.
In 1977, my father wound up on a buisness trip all summer long, so my mom was alone with my brothers, aged 7 and 5, and me, just over a year old for almost three months straight (yes, my parents are still married...
). My brothers, being boys, managed two serious injuries EACH in the period of about a month. DB7 ran his bike into a mail box, needed stiches. Then just two weeks later, just after the stictches came out he was running in the boys locker room at the pool, sliped and hit his head on the edge of a sink and knocked himself out, and I think he needed stitches again. Meanwhile, DB5 managed to fall while jumping from bench to bench at the mall (mom was trying to get him to stop) and needed stiches, and again about a week later, somehow managed to fall in the garage and hit his head against the tool box. You guessed it, more stiches.
After a month of this, DB5 and I (about 14 months old or so) were playing in the rec room. DB5 had a large radio that had a flat, wooden top. According to DB5 I was on top of the radio and "dancing" to the music when I sliped and slamed my head agains the wall. I start screaming bloody murder and DB5 goes running out of the room to get mom, yelling "I didn't touch her, I swear!". Mom finds me screaming my head off and blood comming out of my ear.
She gets me to the pediatricians office, he looks in my ear and says I broke my ear drum (no big deal, just painful). He asks her what happend, she tells him. He asks her in a stern voice if she's sure that's what happened. She says yes. He asks is she sure she didn't hit me. That's when my mom got scared. He kept asking her, hoping she'd slip and change her story, but she stuck it out. She said for weeks after she was terrified that DCFS was going to come knocking at the door. She had adult witnesses to all the accidents except mine, so she knew she could prove everything, but it could have taken weeks to straighten out. The doctor never called anyone though, and fortunatly no more injuries happened that summer.
In 1977, my father wound up on a buisness trip all summer long, so my mom was alone with my brothers, aged 7 and 5, and me, just over a year old for almost three months straight (yes, my parents are still married...
). My brothers, being boys, managed two serious injuries EACH in the period of about a month. DB7 ran his bike into a mail box, needed stiches. Then just two weeks later, just after the stictches came out he was running in the boys locker room at the pool, sliped and hit his head on the edge of a sink and knocked himself out, and I think he needed stitches again. Meanwhile, DB5 managed to fall while jumping from bench to bench at the mall (mom was trying to get him to stop) and needed stiches, and again about a week later, somehow managed to fall in the garage and hit his head against the tool box. You guessed it, more stiches.After a month of this, DB5 and I (about 14 months old or so) were playing in the rec room. DB5 had a large radio that had a flat, wooden top. According to DB5 I was on top of the radio and "dancing" to the music when I sliped and slamed my head agains the wall. I start screaming bloody murder and DB5 goes running out of the room to get mom, yelling "I didn't touch her, I swear!". Mom finds me screaming my head off and blood comming out of my ear.
She gets me to the pediatricians office, he looks in my ear and says I broke my ear drum (no big deal, just painful). He asks her what happend, she tells him. He asks her in a stern voice if she's sure that's what happened. She says yes. He asks is she sure she didn't hit me. That's when my mom got scared. He kept asking her, hoping she'd slip and change her story, but she stuck it out. She said for weeks after she was terrified that DCFS was going to come knocking at the door. She had adult witnesses to all the accidents except mine, so she knew she could prove everything, but it could have taken weeks to straighten out. The doctor never called anyone though, and fortunatly no more injuries happened that summer.


