Helping Young Offenders Find Hope in the EveryDay

Posted: August 5, 2014 in Juvenile Justice
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Many people who work with youth locked up in prisons or in juvenile detention centers aren’t just teachers, nurses, social workers. Something else compels them to stay at a job in what can be some of the most unwelcoming places you can imagine—and are designed to be that way. Something else stirs them, inspires them to put up with harsh working conditions, and with the frustration of having their efforts often garner only poor results. As challenging as the job is, even more challenging is finding answers to the Big Questions: “Why do I do this kind of work?” “Why do I stay here?” “What’s the point of what I do?” Answers don’t come easily, if they come at all, and their comfort rarely stays around long, but it’s a process many of us in the field go through.
What I appreciate about today’s guest contributor is her willingness to share the struggle, the process she has gone through to answer some of those questions with honesty and humility. Shannah is a Family Nurse Practitioner “in one of New England’s highest security long-term juvenile treatment facilities.” Even that short description from her piece gives you pause when you read it. Yet she conveys so well her commitment to these young boys whose lives seem bleak and hopeless. At the same time she doesn’t hesitate to talk about her frustrations, confusion and fears as she searches for meaning in what she does. Her compassion and her understanding of what’s ultimately important in these kids’ lives—and in the end, in all our lives—is deeply moving.

Helping Young Offenders Find Hope in the Everyday

We think our darkness is our rap sheet, but it’s not true. Our darkness is that we don’t see the truth of who we are, we don’t see ourselves as God does…The darkness is we don’t see that we are exactly right…The people who walk through darkness have seen great light. It’s not about moving from the dark terrible past to the light, it’s about recognizing that the light has been there all along. It’s right here. We just have to see it.”
              Father Greg Boyle, Author of “Tattoos on the Heart and Founder and Director of Homeboy Industries”

“The darkness is that we don’t see that we are exactly right.” I think about this a lot in my 4th year as a Family Nurse Practitioner in one of New England’s highest security long-term juvenile treatment facilities. Here, we are not lacking for rap sheets. My patients are 15-20 year old young men who, via a series of unfortunate events and/or choices, are serving long term treatment sentences for crimes that range from carjacking and firearm possession to armed robbery and attempted murder. The facility itself is a 57-year-old concrete building sandwiched between a funeral home and an adult Department of Corrections building. As if to finalize the irony, two cemeteries flank the facility’s front and back. It’s secured with barbed wires, surveillance cameras, obscenely large locks, and an acute sense of vigilance around all things “policy.”

On high-alert, I spent the first month debating whether or not to wear my hairpins with the sharp ends to work, and settled on a ponytail. I worried about unwittingly supplying an underground tattoo ring with my misplaced pens, and I had more than one nightmare in which I “forgot to lock the door” and someone escaped. While it didn’t take long to learn to follow the rules of the building, it’s only in the last three years that I’ve found clarity about the role I play at the center and in the lives of the boys.

My professional job description is straight-forward: “Unit manager and primary healthcare provider responsible for managing all aspects of acute, chronic, and routine healthcare for young men in custody.” But if the description were all-inclusive, it would also say, “Nurse, den-mother, phlebotomist, secretary, boo-boo kisser, nutritionist, custodian, pep squad.” With an average of 15-20 residents at a time, and not a mother in sight, no concern is too small for placement on the daily sick list.

Outsiders are often horrified when I tell them where I work, and there are times I struggle to convey my feelings about the residents and the circumstances that bring us together. How can I capture the complexities of the human spirit or the chronic adversities these boys have endured? How do I relay the feeling in my stomach upon entering the unit after a particularly violent incident, and hearing that abnormal silence beyond the static of the security radio? The boys’ time in custody –weeks, months, and years—is intensely emotional and challenging, and we bear witness together daily. It takes a toll.

At times I’ve felt defeated and heartbroken by obstacles that feel insurmountable: kids picking on each other or becoming obese before my eyes; young men feeling frightened, homesick, or abandoned. Some have lots of visitors; others don’t invite anyone to visit because the pain of family not showing up is far more destructive than being alone.

I wonder what it’s like for them, living out these painfully self-conscious adolescent years being raised by guards, in-between timed phone calls and 30 minute visits with family. Will they ever forget the weight of chains and shackles, the sounds of a physical restraint, or the oppressive atmosphere during a lockdown?

When I was new at this job, I sought out details of their home lives, their charges, their gang involvement, as a way of understanding what they’d been through. I cared deeply about the boys and thought that by understanding their pasts, I’d be able to change something about their futures. Under the weighty ambition of “saving” my patients, I felt constrained by the minutiae of the job itself. Documenting clinic visits and handling administrative duties felt at odds with my desire to make a “real” difference.

Over time, as I watched the majority of boys leave the facility only to return days-to-months later (or worse, landing in adult jail), I became resigned that my impact on their worlds would be minimal. More to the point, I felt like I was failing my patients. Over and over again I asked, “How can we stand by and watch as generation after generation of our babies, our children, our young men steadily march their way to a place where few return unscathed – if they return at all?”

To combat this despair, I created a file on my phone called “Moments,” meant to capture the sweet or poignant interactions with the boys:

Discovering that AH likes to draw, asking to see the pictures he’s drawn and carefully laminated to put on his wall…watching him show off his work and reference a stack of animal books he likes to draw from.

The sheepish smile on SL’s face when he called me upstairs “to see his healing finger” but then shared the REAL reason he called for me…busting at the seams, he shares that he’s gotten into school and “passed” his job interview. So shy and so proud.

DJ during testing—“I know my Mom loves me but she doesn’t show it. I need her to show it. Doesn’t call for three days if I don’t call. Probation officer and court think I am a bad kid – I don’t care what people think.”*He says he likes it here b/c he gets fed and gets to chill and joke around. Going to live with foster family if possible. Likes to fight. Holds anger inside.

JP—the collision of fear, betrayal, anger, pain, embarrassment, adrenalin, pride, sadness, bewilderment, when he was beaten by three other residents. Face swollen and deformed, pacing, hating every tear that falls, vacant eyes.

And moments I struggled to put into words:

KJ—the smile on his face and the twinkle in those deep eyes as he left the building today (after 12+ months). What are you going to do when you get out? “Gonna have a mother’s day. Spend some quality time with my Moms.” Bittersweet—wanting to cry both for all the awesome potential and my own deep concern for his safety. Saying good-by. How proud I am of him. How badly I want him to know his worth. Don’t know how to communicate this to him.

Collecting these moments has kept me in the present over and over again, as well as helped me realize two important truths that I’d failed to see earlier.

First, as their Nurse Practitioner, I’m granted the privilege and responsibility of partnering with my boys in caring for their health, physical well-being, and hearts. I had spent so much time lamenting what I couldn’t change for them that I had missed the tremendous progress we were already making together on these issues. By turning my attention towards a “better” tomorrow, I wasn’t present to the moments already woven into the rich and complex fabric of daily life at the facility—a youth detention center, yes, but for some, the safest, most consistent “home” they’ve known. As I began to change my thinking from “not enough” to the “time is now,” I saw that the most powerful way to make the difference I am committed to making with these boys is to show up and be present, day after day, moment after moment—and I do.

I also saw that my desire to rewrite the past—in an attempt to orient our youth towards a different future—was well-meaning, but it missed the mark. While I still ask the questions—“How do we move forward, and what’s going to make THE difference?”— I now look for the answers in a different place. The answers don’t exist in their past, their stories about themselves, their home lives, or their rap sheets, but in who they are, right here and right now—beautiful, resilient, wise, courageous young men.

As a healthcare provider, I have the opportunity to create a space for my patients in which they get to show up larger than they ever thought they could be. These kids light up my world on a daily basis, and I feel that the least I can do is offer them a place to “arrive,” a place that we create together, moment by moment, where they get to show up as perfect—exactly as they are and as they are not—and so recognize their own light, the one that’s blazing brightly, “the one that’s been there all along.”

 

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Comments
  1. gaylessaks says:

    Beautiful and very similar to two of my posts about our juvenile program. I’d LOVE to share that with Shannah. Clearly, we are kindred spirits.

  2. Jeff Nguyen says:

    There is more wisdom in this short piece than I’ve found in thousands of pages written by “experts” in the field. The past shapes us but it’s the present that we must live in. I especially appreciate the statements that Shannah makes to remind us of these simple truths…”The answers don’t exist in their past, their stories about themselves, their home lives, or their rap sheets, but in who they are, right here and right now—beautiful, resilient, wise, courageous young men.”

    Thank you to the author for sharing these illuminating, hard won insights.

    • David Chura says:

      Thanks Jeff. You’re so right about the true seat of wisdom. Lives come and go while the “experts” study, quantify, qualify the “issue.” The first time I read Shannah’s piece I was struck by what you were as well, the incredible wisdom expressed with such searching, humble language. I also feel strongly that her wisdom is often shared by the many teachers, healthcare workers, etc. doing the work every day.

    • Shannah says:

      Jeff! Thank you. I so appreciate your support, feedback, and kind words.

    • gaylessaks says:

      Jeff, I know you follow my blog but I know nothing about you. What is it that you do?

      • Jeff Nguyen says:

        Hi, gaylessaks. I’m a public school teacher in Florida. I taught in elementary for the past seven years but am doing 9th/10th grade language arts for ESE students this year.

  3. Thanks, David, for applauding all those who work with the kids in the system. I am passing this on to the people I work with who support me in my job @ the school program–the drug counselors, the mental health professionals, the nurses who are so much a part of my students’ lives and an added support to mine as well.

    Thank you.

  4. Lauren Carson says:

    If there were just one thing about the kids in the system that I could convey to those who make juvenile policy, it would be what Shannah has captured so poignantly here–their vulnerability, beauty, need, and vitality…that “light that’s blazing brightly” in each of them, in spite of their charges. They are not just what they’ve done, but so much more. Thank you, Shannah, for articulating that so richly.

  5. irrevspeckay says:

    Reblogged this on irrevspeckay and commented:
    Here is a powerful witness piece that I highly recommend.

  6. Shannah says:

    Wow! Thank you so much to David for creating a forum in which these kinds of conversations can happen and for all of the supportive feedback.
    It’s been a really special thing for me to get to share about something that is so near and dear to my heart…to share about the boys.
    Thank you all for your ENORMOUS dedication, commitment, and heart. What a privilege to be a part of this community! I look forward to learning from and growing with you as we shift the conversation about our youth together.

  7. Jim Vines says:

    no better way to say what we all do everyday. We get seen as abusers in the press. Most of us are like this nurse, we care so much about these lost kids. Maybe someday we will get the credit for taking better care of the kids than the family they came from.

  8. Brittany says:

    Working with youth in a dentention center is trying at times yet so rewarding in others. I have been asked why this population? I’ve had a hard time answering. It’s a feeling. Nicely said!

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  10. The Rev. Timothy C. Eberhardt says:

    Wow, what a powerful witness of personal caring and enlightened wisdom Shannah shows in her article! One of my volunteer chaplains here at Gifford Hospital in Vermont happened to share it with me, and I was blown away because its insights reflect so much on hospital chaplaincy as well, as we seek to affirm the bright shades of light in each person we meet. So beautifully she touches deep strains of grace in the human condition. Her thoughts should inspire all of us in the caring vocation. I will make it required reading for all twenty of us.

    • Shannah says:

      Father Tim!! What a surprise and honor! Thank you so much for your beautiful compliments. It’s certainly no coincidence that the folks who nourished my youth *hint, hint* were (and still are) healers of the body and soul. What a privilege to get to contribute to all of the amazing work you’ve been doing with the hospital chaplaincy! I love that we’re in this together.

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