Sep. 5th, 2017

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I was so dreading seeing my social worker today, because I knew we'd be talking about...

*in deep, echoey voice* CSE (please refer to the entry entitled "Piss off, I'm not at risk -_-").

DUN! DUN! DUUUUN!

Buuuut... well, here's how the conversation went.

Me: We're gonna be talking about CSE today, aren't we?
Her: We're gonna be talking about healthy and unhealthy relationships today, and a little bit of CSE. I know you don't really wanna talk about that much, and you seem pretty switched-on already.

So, that was a good start. She realises I'm not naive, so she kept it brief while still educating me.

She showed me one of those weird, disturbing videos of a young girl's account of being sexually exploited. Her main concern was that my old foster mother Sam had got into my phone and found a conversation between me and a guy named Mike (who is my cousin) in which we were talking about pornography. My social worker didn't really care about the porn side of it, because she knows that pretty much 99% of people my age look at porn. She was mainly just worried that I was talking to a man Sam was unfamiliar with about an... unusual subject. I assured my social worker that Mike is my cousin and that was pretty much the end of that. In short, I have to remember that my social worker is the nice, intelligent, astute one, whereas Sam is the meddling one who speculates.

I will say this, though; I am a little pissed that Sam got into my phone. During my brief time at her house, I had two phones; one was an old brick phone that I just used for calling and texting (which I still have), the other was a more modern one given to me by her (which she took back before I left T_T). I set a password on the one she gave me, and I don't think she's tech-savvy enough to know how to get it unlocked. If she is, not my problem. I'll just think of it as a time bomb to gross her out with all the porn I had saved on there... which, actually, I find strangely amusing. But I digress. I had no conversations with anyone saved on the one she gave me (apart from a Whatsapp conversation I had with a school friend); all the conversations with Mike and everyone else were on my brick phone... which means that Sam got into my phone that I came to her house with. It was bad enough that she took back the modern one by force, now I find out she's been going through my personal crap!? That is NOT okay. I had that phone close to me nearly all the time. Sneaky bitch must've got into it when I was in the shower. That's pretty unethical, especially for someone who has dedicated her career to supposedly helping people.

Whatever, none of that matters anymore. In fact, I'm fiendishly delighted. Sam knows I look at porn. Bet that frazzled her uptight-as-fuck brain.

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