Harassment from Rehab Center People

I just found out that not only was I harassed by some "counselors" who pretended not to know who I was, my aunt and uncle's pastor WORKS in the same offices as a counselor.

After I was being harassed by the first ones, I went next door to talk to someone about it and then I was told those counselors were in a different office next door. So I was going next door and about to go in and who happens to come out?

My cousins who hadn't wanted me to know they were there until they were about to be discovered anyway. They acted very cheery and yet when I said I thought it was strange they were being so welcoming now, when they have NEVER made an effort in the past, during this whole time with my son being away from me.

I said that I did not believe my son should be with them and I was not relinquishing my rights and that some hispanic women knew for a fact that Pablo and Andres had wanted to, and been determined to adopt my son a long time ago and were working against me for this.

So when they drove off, my cousin shot me a whole new look. One that wasn't very "christian". I said that for calling themselves "Christians" I had seen very little support.

Now I know, in addition, that THEIR pastor WORKS at this "center" where I'm supposed to have evaluation done (which I already completed but just had to supplement with medical records to prove my medical history).

I don't want harm to come to them or my son, but no, I am not going to smile when they have been hypocrites to me and my son.

It's not like someone made an effort to come out and be friendly on their own either. They were fucking CAUGHT and knew it, when I was walking right into the same office they were in.

The other "counselors" were harassing me, were just mocking and laughing and saying over and over "Wow" and making fun of me so I turned around. I am just not letting this go by anymore. So I walked over and I asked if they were getting off of drugs or something because something seemed to be very amusing.

I didn't know they were drug and alcohol counselors. They weren't parked there and I didn't see the badge. But here I was, bringing up drug stuff.

So then I left it at that after they said they worked over there, and I saw the counselor badge and just walked by. I was letting it go and walking away when they started it up AGAIN. So I politely turned around and asked again, what was so amusing. I asked if the other guy had the same job and he said yes and I said, "Why did you get into it? snorting?" I mean, they had gone on and on and I was tired of it. So I just had had it. I went on to say it was interesting about counselors who, I found, usually got into it because they were fascinated with psychology because there was something wrong with them. So after telling him he'd snorted in his 20s, which he denied, I said, "It helps to deny that kind of thing when you're working in drug and rehab doesn't it? I said, it also helps not to let anyone know that you're doing some dealing or have done dealing in the past." He said "Cards?" but lost his smile. Then I said maybe he'd gone into this to figure himself out after his buddy or relative died in Vietnam. I didn't ask if he was military. I just knew someone close to him had died in Vietnam. No reason to think he'd been in a war either.

Then, she was still smirking and I told her to take good care of her cat. I wasn't sure if she even had a cat, or pet, but cat came to mind. I don't know how many but one came to mind. Then I thought, maybe it was in the past.

I walked away and she said, "I hope you get better."

I turned back again and said, "Is there something you think I need to get better from?" as I notice she is holding onto a fucking Wal-Mart bag.

Then they lied and said no, they said, "Hope you have a better day" and then they said "What's your name?" and they already knew what my name was. I said, "You already know what my name is." They lied and said they didn't and of course I find out they're working across the street in the same office as my cousin and aunt and uncle's pastor.

But I said, "It's Janet. And maybe next time it will be Alice. I really don't think it matters because I know you're bull shitting me and I don't like bull shit so since you already know my name, as most the people in this town do, I might start using other bullshit names and each one of you can call me something different."

When I stared them down about not bull shitting me, they quit smiling. They were full of it and I told them I'm tired of it.

"Get better"...? I hope I get better at reading the fucking shit about assholes and that I get better at finding ways to defend myself and get my son back and hold assholes accountable.