Kid Chaos
Staff took the clients on an overnight campout. ALL the clients, except for one who's behavior has been so extra-terrestrial that's his standing orders say he doesn't leave the campus until his release date. Wow.So what did all these hyperactive kids do once unleashed on Mother Nature? Well, most of them learned the hard way that there were legitimate reasons staff asked them to bring hats, gloves and coats. Those who didn't we're chilled to their cute little bone marrow. The scoutmasters (who probably should be in psychotherapy themselves) gave the kids saws and axes to cut wood. Sociotherapists rushed in to prevent Armaggedon as the kids immediately went after one another with these steel implements. Ye gods!
They needed more Quiet Time (In tents!) to settle them they than ever needed at the unit. The long days, made longer by lack of electronic toys, totally robbed their time sense. They reported back to the campus before 2 pm and many bitched about dinner not being ready!
Last, but certainly not least, one kid upset the others after he french-kissed a scoutmaster's dog and stuck his finger up its ass!!! And he still doesn't understand why no one ever lets him help with the meal preparation.
Getting in touch with nature is cathartic, and a wonderful thing if you can do it with a child, even/especially a child who may have mental/emotional issues. But to do it with a dozen such children, all at the same time, is an open invitation to kid chaos.
(Question:) Who the hell thinks of this kind of shit anyway?
(Answer:) Some idiot who makes a hell of a lot more than I do.