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No bra or no visit, which one will you pick?

April 15th, 2019

I survived my son’s teenage years the best way I could. I read a ton of books, went to multiple therapists to get help and reached out to other parents.  When he was in residential, I talked to another mom asking if she found it hard to have a child in a placement like I did.  Sometimes I felt the stigma, the shame and blame of feeling like it was all my fault and people were judging me.  One of the hardest days was when I had to show up with him in court on a felony charge because his impulsive behavior caused damage over $250.

I was too strong to be humiliated. I was a mom who loved her kids and just would not allow it. Humiliation was not something I was going to feel when raising children who needed more treatment, help with trauma caused by a dysfunctional systems and therapeutic work with me as the mother who would try hard over and over again.

But then it happened. Humiliation came in a way that I could not ever have planned or prepared for.

My son needed substance use treatment, mental health treatment and a kind of supervised housing that didn’t seem to exist.  Instead, he ended up arrested again and in jail awaiting trial.

I arrived at the jail on a visiting day, feeling very nervous. The same kind of nervous feeling that I’d had when I visited him in residential, in the hospital or went with him to court.  I smiled at the other people who were also there waiting to visit their loved one. I noticed I was the only white person. Everything I have read is true again. Racial disparities show up immediately as people await to see their loved one.

I have all the filled-out paperwork in my hand, ready to show it. I have checked off all boxes answering their questions.  Have you committed a crime? Are you a citizen? When and where were you born? I go through the line and pass through the metal detectors, ready to get on the bus which will take us to the visiting area.  I am still nervous and scared.  I will be okay, I tell myself. I have been scared before. I will visit, cry and then say goodbye.

A week later, I get ready to go back. Okay, I tell myself, I can do better this time. I remind myself not to bring in my wallet, but take my keys, so I won’t have to store things in a locker this time. I see some of the same people and we share a smile and say how are you.  But this time something is different. When I arrive I am immediately told my paperwork is not done correctly. The guard at the desk looks and comments to the other female guard, “See I told you the inconsistencies are everywhere.” I smile only inside my heart and think immediately to myself, “wow.” But I remain quiet as I wait.

When I get in line, my experience takes a huge jolt.  I walk through the metal detector and am told immediately, “Do it again.” I don’t understand – my keys are not in my pocket, my rings are off, shoes and jacket go through so what’s going on?  I walk through again. This time the guard demands, “Do you have any undergarments with wires?”

“I have a wire in my bra,” I say. She looks at me and states, “You can’t go in with that on.” I immediately explain, “I was in here last week and they did not mention that.”  She looks at me and says, “Take it off or no visit.”

What!!! Are you kidding me? No bra or no visit? Is this for real? I am immediately humiliated and I want to sob. I want to scream and I am so embarrassed but more than anything, I want to see my kid. Instead, I am quiet and go to the bathroom and take off my bra.  I am wearing a white shirt, which would have been the last thing I’d have picked if I knew this was going to happen.  I put it back on, and am completely shamed, humiliated and feeling like a disgusting woman. I walk out and everyone is looking at me walk through again.  The guard takes my bra out so everyone can see.

What have I done to be humiliated like this? I look at her and explain that the comment that I heard in the check-in about inconsistencies is real and unfair.  Her comment to me was a smirk back.  Now my Italian/Irish temper is rising and anger hits.  I say, upset, “Why are we treated like this? I did not think this would happen when I came here to see my loved one did you? “Everyone else nods but is quiet again.  I am so upset and feel so humiliated.

Interestingly enough the next woman came through with a whole corset on and kept it on.

I am fuming.  Why are we taking off our bras but we can bring in our keys? Why are we given smiles when we are told that if we want to see our kids then we need to take off our bras?

Something is wrong when we treat moms and other relatives in a way that makes them feel horribly embarrassed.  I am a mom with a sick kid. I am a mom that deserves to be treated with respect. I am a mom that deserves to be respected and understood, not judged /characterized as part of the problem.

When can we work on being treated like people?  I want my visit so I will take off that bra for now. But I want things changed.

Meri Viano is our guest blogger.  She is the parent of two sons and a daughter who continue to inspire her blog posts.

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