"You want our lives to run like clockwork. A tight schedule dictated by funding, limits of patience, supply and demand imbalances. The timing cogs appear as a specified number of sessions or as deadlines. The 'we'll be working together for the next ten weeks' and the 'you have to sort yourself out by the end of the month or we'll have to look at moving you on'. New school, new foster care placement, new treatment, basically moved on to somewhere new or back to somewhere old or dumped nowhere if we don't have a new attitude, a new behaviour. We have to be fixed or at least less broken by the time the clock strikes midnight.
The tick tock is always there, the soundtrack to our time with you. Which is strange because for so much of our lives time stood still, the minute and second hands did not move. When we were being hit with hands or words, when we were being molested, time did not march on by..."