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"They Tried To Kill Tiffy"

Updated on April 16, 2015

I Hope I'm Wrong

Usually, I love teaching. I love the kids and love when their little eyes shine. I love when they finally get what I am teaching and get excited about it. This school year is still in the very early stages and I have seen a lot of progress from my students already. I love it when that happens.

But sometimes, I hate my job. There are aspects of the job that I wish I didn't ever think about having to deal with. When I went to college, I was never taught that I might have to deal with some of the things I have to deal with...

One of Those Days

Today was one of those days...I arrived at work later than usual. I always go in to check on one of my little guys at breakfast. He always sits next to his older sister, a sweet shy little girl with big brown eyes.

This morning, I didn't even notice my little guy at first. When I looked at his sister I was shocked. One eye was a deep purple. There were two long scratches on each side of her forehead. She looked sad and was even more quiet than usual.

I sat beside her and asked her what happened to her eye. I tried to keep it casual - like I wasn't really worried about it, hoping she would tell me something. Something that was not as horrible as I was thinking. But she didn't say anything. She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.

I asked if she had fallen. She stared straight ahead. I asked if she had run into something. She stared straight ahead. I asked if she and her brother had been playing kind of rough. She stared straight ahead. She wouldn't answer any of my questions.

Her little brother spoke up. He is autistic and has trouble communicating. He is almost like a toddler learning his first words. Sometimes I can understand him. Sometimes I can't.

They Try To Kill Tiffy

Today, he said "They tried to kill Tiffy." I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. I asked him to say it again. He looked at his sister, and suddenly closed his mouth. I looked at his sister. Usually when I had trouble understanding my little guy, his sister would translate for me. Today, she just looked away.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what had happened to this little girl, and just wished she would tell me - tell me she fell off her bike - tell me that she and her brother had fought - tell me something.

The bell rang and I walked her brother to his classroom. As we walked down the hall, he tugged on my shirt. "They try to kill Tiffy."



"Who is Yee?"

"Yee try to kill Tiffy."

He then started making some unusual sounds. Sounds I had not heard from him before. I tried to stop him and get me to tell more, but he saw his teacher and ran into his classroom.



Since I have written this there was been someone from SRS visit the home. They found nothing to be alarmed about. I have also discovered that the "Yee" is an uncle...

The little boy fears getting on the bus to go home every night...he throws a fit and has to be helped onto the bus, where he kicks and screams and cries. When I ask him why he doesn't want to get on the bus - he says "It's's scary...I don't wanna leave's safe..."

We continue to document....

Another update...

Yesterday my little guy had a bad day. A really bad day. It was just a strange bad day. At first it was just a bad word. He said "Ass." Then he yelled at all the kids in his kindergarten classroom "Get your ass on the bus!" He yelled it again and again. Until he began crying. Then when he was sent to my room, he hid under a desk. He got onto all fours and began rocking back and a caged animal. Then he began licking...yes licking...the chair. When I asked him to stop, he looked at me with a blank stare and went back to licking the chair. After about ten minutes he finally stopped. Then he started yelling. No words, just yelling. I asked him to stop...then told him to stop. It didn't work. He began throwing things. I finally had to "restrain" him. It wasn't a real restraint. It was more of a hug. A hug with him sitting in my lap. That's when he really started yelling. Or more of a scream. A scream that sounded like an animal dieing a slow painful death. Only when I began rocking with him did he stop. And that was after twenty minutes of that scream. I can still hear it. When he calmed down, I asked him what was wrong. All he said, over and over again, was "No cage..."

I made another call to Social Services....I hope they do something...before it's too late...

Child Protective Services

I went to the nurse and the assistant principal and told them what I had seen and heard. The nurse went to talk to the little girl. She wouldn't answer the nurses questions, either. She had the same faraway look in her eyes and just stared. Then the assistant principal tried. And she had the same results.

The nurse and assistant principal decided that Child Protective Services should be called. Just in case.

The woman from CPS came this afternoon. She talked to the little girl. She talked to her brother. By this time the little girl had a story. She said she had been playing with her older brothers and was running and tripped over a toy. She had fallen into the wall and hit her eye...

Her little brother said again, "They try kill Tiffy." When asked who, he said again, "Yee." The woman from CPS asked, "How did they try to kill Tiffy?" The little boy went to detail about how this "Yee" had grabbed his sister's head from behind and pulled her with his hands and scratched her. He said this person had hit her in the face....

CPS went to the home tonight....I don't know what will happen....I wanted to take both of these little ones home with me so that I would know they were safe....

Sometimes, I hate my job....


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    • kmainka profile image

      kmainka 5 years ago from My Imagination.

      Trust me, that in itself is amazing, considering the times.

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      LaDena Campbell 5 years ago from Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Near Oz...

      nifwlseirff - I am glad you were finally able to get yourself out of that must have made you a stronger person for being able to rescue yourself - I'm just sorry that you had no one to help you...

      kmainka - I'm not really amazing...I just love my kids...and my job...and I will do anything for my kids...

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      kmainka 5 years ago from My Imagination.

      justateacher- Your love for these kids is wonderful, and heartwarming- despite how heartbreaking this story is. I am hoping to go into teaching as well (at the high school level, however) and it is so wonderful to see a teacher who CARES. I graduated from high school about 2 years ago, and I have to tell you, all through my years of school (k-12), and the different schools I have been to (5) I only encountered 7 teachers who cared as much as you.

      You seem to be an amazing person. My heart goes out to you and these children... Hopefully everything works out okay. And hopefully you will continue to update this if any new developments should arise.


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      Kymberly Fergusson 5 years ago from Villingen Schwenningen, Germany

      This really resonated with me - I was one of those kids, but without help, until I was old enough to report it myself and get myself out.

      I'm so glad that there are teachers (and people) who will try to find out more, report such incidents to the authorities, and support the kids. I hope things work out, and soon...

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      LaDena Campbell 5 years ago from Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Near Oz...

      thelyricwriter - thank you for your kind comments. I know I did the right thing...I just wish I didn't have to do it...

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      Richard Ricky Hale 5 years ago from West Virginia

      Justaateacher, first I commend you on your work with the children. You all are the real heroes that make a difference. Secondly, you did the right thing. It is sad that kids have to go through this. This article is very well written and a message that can't be ignored.

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      LaDena Campbell 5 years ago from Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Near Oz...

      I won't give up...these kids mean too much to me...

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      kw01 5 years ago

      dont give up keep reporting as many times as it takes.

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      Audrey Howitt 5 years ago from California

      You are probably right!

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      LaDena Campbell 5 years ago from Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Near Oz...

      Audrey - since I first wrote this I have reported this family three after the mom came in for a meeting with a black eye and bruises up and down her arm...I have a feeling dad and uncle are abusing the rest of the family...and mom is scared..

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      Audrey Howitt 5 years ago from California

      All I can tell you is to continue to document --I have worked with children who have been abused and with abusers as well--- The child needs support so badly--and CPS is often so back-logged that it often takes multiple reports before something finally happens and intervention really happens---My heart always breaks a little when a child is in trouble--

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      LaDena Campbell 6 years ago from Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Near Oz...

      I have updated this is not seeming to turn out in a positive way...

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      Sharilee Swaity 6 years ago from Canada

      Justateacher, wow. I'm so glad that little boy had the courage to speak up. That shows his character. How heartbreaking for you. I understand that feeling. I've spent a couple of sleepless nights with similar situations and it's so so hard. Take care.

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      LaDena Campbell 6 years ago from Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Near Oz...

      lyjo - I know I had no choice - I know it was the right thing to do - and I know that getting CPS involved these children have a better chance at being okay- I just wish these circumstances didn't exist so that I didn't have to make these choices....

      I am sorry that you were a victim - I am glad you had someone to save you...

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      lyjo 6 years ago

      Bless you and the had no choice...there are far too many that do not want to get involved...and then its too late...and then what? You couldn't live with yourself then...I will pray for your little angels...bless you & the children, I'm sorry for your pain, and theirs...and pray they will be okay...I was a victim...and someone saved me! You did good!

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      MiAmore15 6 years ago

      You are very welcome! It is the least I can do to try to help any of the other angels out there that are quietly living in pain and fear everyday!

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      LaDena Campbell 6 years ago from Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Near Oz...

      Thank you all for your comments - and for the prayers...

      MiAmore15- you may link this to your child abuse hub- thank you for getting the story out...

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      thebookmom 6 years ago from Nebraska

      Been there. So sorry you have to be there today :( You and these precious kiddos will be in my thoughts and prayers tonight. Hope tomorrow is better for all of you.

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      MiAmore15 6 years ago

      This story is heartbreaking! Rest assured though, you did the right thing-no one should ever harm an innocent child. Thank you for sharing this story, and I will be sure to keep both little angels in my prayers tonight. Also, would I be able to link your hub to my child abuse hub? I would love to get this story out there so that others know how to deal with these situations.

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      Rochelle Frank 6 years ago from California Gold Country

      I understand, but don't hate that you noticed, and that you may have made an important difference in the life of these children. I hope their situation improves.