Austin is doing better. Now that the initial shock and horror have worn off, and he's oriented a little more, his emotions are not running as high. Mine too.
The problem we have been battling is the mail situation. I'm getting the bulk of my mail back.
Because I'm the only one writing to him, I have free reign to send him up to 10 letters a week, according to the jail rules. So I manage 2 personal letters that are usually .5" margins, single spaced, sze 10 font, 3 pages long, and about 4-6 other letters containing thoughts, quick notes of encouragement, and puzzles - word-find, crossword, and mazes. Pictures. Articles. Short stories. Mental Health Help. Yoga & stretching.
All of this is important. It's part of healing, it's a part of bonding. Even his former pastor has received his same letter back twice!!!! A PASTOR??
So after doing some investigating, and realizing what's happening, 2-3 phone calls later, and one pissed off momma bear, and we've (THE JAIL AND ME BOTH) ascertained that ONE CHUMP is F-ing with Austins mail. They actually agreed with me....!!!! A miracle!
I faxed a photocopy of the returned mail, explaining that he does get some of it, but that this is getting mighty expensive, and my patience is now wearing thin. I told the warden: I've called your facility no less than 20x since he got there trying to figure out wtf is going on with the mail. That I've tried to send the same letter to him since JANUARY 23RD, resent 3x.
THREE TIMES???
Unacceptable.
Hopefully, as of this week, that mail sorter got his ass handed to him, and Austin's receiving mail now.....
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