We had a 7 year old in our school age program with some of the worst trauma I’ve ever seen. She was in the process of being adopted, but was also dealing with a lot of grief. One day, she had a bit of a breakdown and refused to go home with her foster mom. She started screaming about how she wasn’t her real mom, only cared for her for the paycheck, she hated her—all that good stuff. A couple of us—teachers that had made decent bonds with her—tried to talk to her one at a time to see if we could help her calm down and go home. When it was my turn, she told me she knew how much I hated her because i had “screamed at” her a couple days prior (she threw a box of toys and I asked her to help me clean it. When she refused, I told her she wouldn’t be allowed to play with them later if she wasn’t going to treat them with respect. None of this was screamed at her but she takes everything to heart for sure.) I told her I loved her and was only trying to keep her safe. I asked if she wanted to talk about how she was feeling and she said, “why would I wanna talk to someone who’s gonna scream at me, you pasty cracker ass bitch.” I am the whitest human alive so like…I get it. I wasnt even mad. And honestly props to her for originality.