Children need to be home with their families, no matter how disfunctional they are. This is the conclusion I’ve come to after examining my time at Jericho Hill School for the Deaf and Blind. Though I was safe from my father’s verbal tirades and threats, I felt a strong attachment to the place where I began life.
From Deliverance from Jericho (Six Years in a Blind School), here is an excerpt showing my alliegence to my less-than-perfect family.
Meanwhile, the school contacted a psychologist regarding my behaviour on the plane after Christmas. In the middle of class one day, Mrs. Corrigan knocked on the door and asked Miss Vize to send me to her office. Then she left me alone with the doctor, a grey-haired man in a grey suit.
After initially introducing himself, he asked me how I liked the school and about my home life. “This place is a jail,” I complained. “I wish I could stay home. The kids tease me and I miss my sister Diane”.
“You said that your dad threatens you sometimes. Isn’t it safer for you here?” I tried to explain how, in spite of the family conflict, I yearned to be back where I belonged but I lacked the words to convince him.
“Why aren’t you happy here?” the psychologist continued. “Don’t you realize all the hard work the school has done to educate and take care of you.” I sighed, remembering the same wearisome lecture from my parents and other adults.
The session ended after a half hour. Neither one of us seemed to understand each other. I left the room feeling like one of those criminals on television which the police interrogate down at the station. I never heard what became of the doctor and his diagnosis of my breakdown.
Deliverance from Jericho is the second of three memoirs that I’ve published. Visit Bruce Atchison’s books to learn more about my writing. How I Was Razed: A Journey from Cultism to Christianity is my most recent book. Amazon and Barnes & Noble distribute the e-book edition while Virtual Bookworm stocks the paperback version.