{"id":1391,"date":"2006-04-04T21:12:00","date_gmt":"2006-04-04T21:12:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog2\/2006\/04\/scratching-the-surface\/"},"modified":"2006-04-04T21:12:00","modified_gmt":"2006-04-04T21:12:00","slug":"scratching-the-surface","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2006\/04\/scratching-the-surface\/","title":{"rendered":"Scratching the Surface"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Is there anything worse than worrying about your child&#8217;s safety and wellbeing? I don&#8217;t think so. Tonight I am getting Nat out of the shower, trying to shepherd Ben in, when I notice red streaks across Nat&#8217;s left shoulder, onto his chest, in the configuration of a hand. Cold claws in my stomach, twist of dread, then, &#8220;Nat! What is this?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; he says, which is how he answers any question.  &#8220;Mommy will go away.&#8221;<br \/>&#8220;No, Nat, I want to know what is this?  How did this happen?&#8221;<br \/>He can&#8217;t answer these kinds of open-ended questions.  He thinks I know the answer, and says, &#8220;Yes.&#8221;  And then, &#8220;Mommy go away.&#8221;<br \/>I study the welts and want to cry. He knows this. He looks alarmed. He thinks he&#8217;s in trouble. He can&#8217;t stand my histrionics. But I want to pull him to me and make those ugly marks go away. I can no more pull him to me than I can make him talk to me. It would be inappropriate, (he is naked, holding a towel) and he would not like it:  he has already told me twice to leave him alone.<\/p>\n<p>Where did these marks come from? Did someone do this to him, or did he do it to himself? He is not beyond self-injurious behavior. He used to bite his arm all the time; thank God he almost never does that now. So why the scratches? No incident reports in the notebook, no phone call about today.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I wonder about his bus drivers.  Would they hurt him?  But then, would he go smiling into the bus if they did?<\/p>\n<p>In fact, he smiles so much these days, I have to figure the most obvious: he did it to himself. Ned takes a look at it. He looks at me, and shrugs. <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Dry skin, maybe?<\/span> I sigh, and relief starts to crackle through me, as I realize this is probably the cause. &#8220;Okay, Nat, do you want some lotion on it?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes,&#8221; he says and eagerly goes into the bathroom with me, watching, enthralled as I smeared Aquifor on his skin. I rub the gloppy ointment in, hoping to soothe whatever it is and whatever caused it, choked by my inadequacy, and all of the pent-up love I feel for this child of mine that I can never quite express to him.<br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/susansenator.com\/blog\/uploaded_images\/Nat1_1-705392.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/susansenator.com\/blog\/uploaded_images\/Nat1_1-778846.jpg\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Is there anything worse than worrying about your child&#8217;s safety and wellbeing? I don&#8217;t think so. Tonight I am getting Nat out of the shower, trying to shepherd Ben in, when I notice red streaks across Nat&#8217;s left shoulder, onto his chest, in the configuration of a hand. 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