It's been a strange day. This morning I joined an online OA group. When I was in the Good Will store with Ruby on Sunday I found one of their daily readers. Wow! The readings are so gentle and loving. It's like a kinder, gentler version of Al-Anon. I think I'm going to get something out of it. It just feels right. Now for me that's just so odd.

Then when I went to watch Xena it was a repeat of that episode involving the warlord who was in love with Gabriella. What I forgot to mention was that in this episode it is revealed that Jockster has a twin brother who is very flamboyant and possible gay. I still haven't seen this episode through to the end so I'm not sure what message I'm supposed to be getting.

Q came to school very distraught. We learned that he didn't go to sleep until 4 o'clock this morning. He had roughly an hour to ninty minutes of sleep. The poor boy was beside himself and took up a lot of my time. Only he did not take up as much time as he did yesterday. He also did not have any of his sexually inappropriate behavior today. But I did have to make him go to the restroom. I promised to guard the door and not let anyone in. He drew a very graphic picture this morning and continued his talk about being put in a trunk from two weeks ago. I took it to the principal and she gave me the phone number for the SRO. I called him and he referred me to the DCS caseworker. I called DCS and no one was in. This poor kid is going to fall through the cracks. I said as much to Linda, who is a social worker, and she said, "No, he won't. Want to know why I say that?" I asked, "Why?"
Her response was, "Because he has someone in his life named Yolanda Ezell. That woman doesn't give up on people. She's his prayer warrior."

Today I pieced together that two of his personalities are named Anthony and Cory. One might be named Preston. Not sure. Yesterday I learned that one referred to himself as Dogshit.

We learned who BJ is. We met him last Friday. He was one of the young men that Q bonded with at the Boys' and Girls' Club last year. He drives a Sun Drop truck.

The poor boy did not take a nap. He would not allow himself to get still enough to nod off. He's afraid to go to sleep. He told me that he has bad dreams. At the end of today those present in the room had decided that I was the key to unlocking the mystery that is called Q. I will admit that I have new bruises from being bit, pinched, hit, scratched and kicked yesterday but he does not fight me. He is lashing out at something that only he can see and hear. I just happen to be the person who intervenes before he can hurt himself or anyone else. That personality that refers to himself as Dogshit calls me everything but a child of God. In the past I might have gotten angry at being called a bitch and wanted to retaliate but today I know his behavior has little to do with me. He's trying to get his feelings out in the only way he knows how.