Providing insight into the lives of troubled, at-risk, and high-risk kids, Psyche-Soul-ology offers a new approach to mentor this segment of the population to produce favorable outcomes. Author Dr. David L. Roberts, a practicing psychologist, presents a model that includes focusing on both the minds of the youths and their souls.
A companion to At the Mercy of Externals, also by Roberts, this edition provides a practical guide for social services personnel who work with troubled kids. Offering appropriate and specific case examples, Psyche-Soul-ology addresses everything from myths to misperceptions relative to issues of psychological development, sexuality, addiction, criminality, and intelligence, all mixed with proven approaches that maximize efforts to reach and guide kids successfully into their respective and subjective futures. This guide revisits the RFLAGS Model and introduces the codes of ethics, codes of conduct, and the concept of moral development and responsibilities that are needed to shape our value systems and the way we prioritize things in our lives.
Psyche-Soul-ology provides the resources and practical techniques to take kids and adults out of the bondage to external factors and gives them the internal perspective needed to successfully move forward in life.
Psyche-Soul-ology
An Inspirational Approach to Appreciating and Understanding Troubled KidsBy David L. RobertsiUniverse, Inc.
Copyright © 2012 David L. Roberts, BA, MS, MS, PhD
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4759-1618-8Contents
Preface......................................................................ix1 Myths and Misperceptions...................................................12 Nature vs. Nurture: Developmental Issues...................................323 Abuse and Victimization of Kids............................................514 Criminality................................................................755 Substance Use and Addiction................................................896 Sexual Issues and Concerns.................................................1027 Intelligence, Talent and Potential.........................................1238 Psychological Issues and Concerns..........................................1409 Be Part of the Solution and Not 'Just Another Problem'.....................15810 Interview Techniques and First impressions................................17311 Focus and Funding Needs...................................................19312 Psyche-Soul-ology.........................................................213
Chapter One
Myths and Misperceptions
Many people today talk a lot about "those kids", using various labels and phrases which do nothing to identify and assist the kids behind the labels they attach. However, very few people talk about "those adults" who are ineffective in their attempts to reach this misunderstood and mistreated group of kids. I am always amazed at the inappropriate and damaging techniques often used during interactions with kids in general, not only within the home/family context, but in various settings outside this context and by professionals who have supposedly been trained to teach, guide, or otherwise supervise kids. Some kids are actually more traumatized by adults outside their home/family environment than they are within it. I believe one of the main reasons for these mistakes is based in the unwillingness of many professionals to learn about other people, cultures and realities as part of their professional training. One of the most arrogant, ignorant, and damaging attitudes held by many adults, often referred to as "do-gooders", is the belief that: 'I already know enough, based on my own life experiences, to know how to assist every other group.' Or, even worse, are those adults who think everyone should see things their way and through their often biased and subjective ways of looking at life and the world. Furthermore, I am certain one of the main reasons for my effectiveness with troubled, high-risk kids is based in the fact I did everything I could to learn both from my past and from the realities many families face daily by literally going into those environments. I did so with the desire to learn about the people I wanted to serve before I ever tried to imagine how I could be of assistance to them on any level. This is part of what makes my professional life so rewarding and satisfying.
There is never a work day when I think 'I really don't want to go to work today'. Sure there are times when I think about getting a few extra hours of sleep, but that's never enough to make me call in sick or dread my day. I consider myself to be one of the luckiest people anywhere simply because I love my job – literally everything about my job, except of course some of the paperwork. My work as a licensed clinical psychologist is truly my calling in life and that aspect about which I am the most passionate. All of this is due to the fact I get to work with some of the most wonderful and incredible kids in the world. The kids I am referring to are those at risk of having the greatest number of problems and getting into the most trouble because of numerous complicating factors, poor judgment, and lack of self-control. Webster's defines passion as an "intense, driving or overmastering feeling". It is associated with "ardent affection" and "a strong liking for or devotion to some activity, object, or concept." The affection I feel for my kids is that of simply pouring my heart into my work with them. When they succeed, fail, get injured, or die I am easily moved to tears because I have an emotional investment in them which exceeds my professional requirements. One of my co-workers said this is because "you give them your heart." My satisfaction comes through their success and the awareness I had at least some part in helping that happen.
In my first book At the Mercy of Externals: Righting Wrongs and Protecting Kids, 2nd Edition, I give some of the history of how I found my niche in the field of psychology. Because I'm sure you have already read that text I won't go into the historical aspects of my decision. However, I will go into the reasons I chose this population as the major focus of my professional efforts. Keep in mind that I grew up in the so-called "Deep South" and moved to Los Angeles in 1989 to begin my Ph.D. program in clinical psychology. As a European American I grew up surrounded by religious extremism and hatred based in the rawest forms of bigotry and prejudice. My introduction into the culture which is California was a bit of a shock at first, but I quickly learned to appreciate my surroundings and the people and diversity I encountered. In spite of having grown up in Alabama during the entire civil rights movement of the 1950's,- 60's and -70's I never bought into any of the racism. However, I didn't fully understand the horrors of discrimination and prejudice until I moved to Los Angeles. I am so grateful for the awakening I experienced through my graduate training, especially the experiences I had in and around East Los Angeles and Upper South Central Los Angeles.
My training with this population of kids labeled as at-risk, high-risk or troubled youth began in September 1992 as a predoctoral psychological intern in a gang prevention task force program literally located behind the Los Angeles County, University of Southern California (LACUSC) Medical Center. This is the hospital featured at the opening credits of "General Hospital", an old, but popular daytime soap opera from the past. I was working in Murchison Street Elementary School and the area of Ramona Gardens Housing Project, home of the Hazard Gang named for Hazard Park in the same area. The movie "American Me", filmed in the early 1990's, was shot in this specific area of East Los Angeles. I was working in a Family Service Center at the school with families and children primarily living in and around Ramona Gardens. I went into this area knowing I knew nothing about the culture of East LA, rather than thinking I knew everything I needed to know because of my graduate training toward my Ph.D. and previous degrees and life experiences and perspectives. Thank goodness I had already learned of the arrogance most European Americans exhibit in various respective fields when working with so-called minority populations. My ignorance and the awareness of my ignorance allowed me to be fully accepted by the people who lived within this community.
I remember the first few weeks of driving into an area most people were afraid to enter. In the mornings the gang members were still sleeping, but in the afternoons they would be hanging out on the street corners and would 'dog' me (stare at me) when I drove by. There was a four-way stop at the bottom of the hill where I would have to come to a complete stop. I could feel them staring at me and was always uncomfortable, but knew they had to be wondering who I was and what I was doing in their neighborhood. This continued until one afternoon when I stopped at a convenience store at one of the two entrances into the area. As I got out of my car I was approached by two obvious gang members who asked me for money. I told them I didn't give out money and walked into the store.
While inside the store I thought about the possibility of this being an opportunity to introduce myself to them and tell them who I am. It made sense and, while I didn't have the money to spare as a graduate student, I decided to give both of them $5.00 each. I called them over to me in the parking lot and offered them my hand in friendship after giving them the money, telling them my name and describing my training as a graduate student in psychology working at the school site as part of an internship. After assuring them I was not involved in law enforcement or any kind of undercover work with immigration (as was often their assumption), I explained the nature of my training as that of providing assistance to kids in the area, some of whom were probably even related to these two guys. I asked them to remember my face and my car, asking them to also tell their friends who I am. They agreed and assured me I would have no problems in the area because of the way I had talked to them. This was my first experience of gaining respect from a group hated by most people and judged as worthless throwaways because of their behaviors. I understand this perspective of outsiders and have learned not to make the same mistake, realizing that these guys are human beings too and deserve respect as such even if I can't respect the criminal activity in which they involve themselves. From that day on I never had anyone stare at me as I drove in or out of the area. I learned about the communication network within the gangs and the importance of understanding and learning how to use that to my advantage so I could work with them more effectively and without being viewed with suspicion.
My decision to accept this internship in East Los Angeles was made in February 1992 for the beginning of the next school year which would start in September. This would be my last predoctoral training program before I completed the requirements for my Ph.D. in clinical psychology. There was a list of other possible training sites, but no one in my school was signing up for this one. Realizing that the group of kids known as troubled youth was about the only population I had not worked with during any of my previous trainings, I decided to give it a shot. So, I applied for the opportunity and was hired by the school staff after an interview. The program at the elementary school was funded through a Healthy Start Grant offered at that time by the state of California. Murchison Street Elementary School was one of the first schools in the state to receive the so-called "seed money". The Family Service Center would have to be self-supporting by the end of the third year. My internship was called a Gang Prevention Task Force which ultimately became a force of only one from my graduate program, with other students choosing trainings in different areas of the city.
Just two weeks after accepting the September 1992 internship position for the 1992-93 school years, I got mugged in February 1992 by three gang members only two blocks from my apartment. I had decided to get out of my apartment and go for a walk to a local park one afternoon at about 4:00 PM. The walk to the park took me through the gang territory of "Avenues", but along a major street which I had walked many times before and only during the daytime hours. In the past I had a habit of walking and looking down, usually deep in thought about any number of things running intensely through my head. Therefore, I didn't hear or see these kids running up to me. Suddenly I was startled as they grabbed me, with one on each side holding weapons against my ribs - one had a knife and the other was holding a sharpened screw driver. I couldn't tell if the one behind me was armed as he was the one who immediately started going into my pockets.
I had tried to imagine such a scene several times in the past, trying also to imagine how I might actually react to such an event. To my surprise, rather than being frightened, I was enraged. From my mouth came a whole string of obscenities clearly reflecting my extreme displeasure at what was happening. It was obvious to me these kids realized they had probably grabbed the wrong guy. I had sense enough not to overreact in a way that would get me stabbed or cut. However, I reacted enough to let them know I wasn't going down lightly. Because I was watching the weapons, constantly waiting for either of them to draw back to stab me, not even once did I see their faces. My thoughts told me I would fight back rather than get stabbed, but not carry this to the point of them thinking that stabbing me was their only choice for their own protection. They kept telling me to "shut the fuck up" and I kept yelling that back to them wanting to know why they were doing this to me and repeating many of their own words back to them. In hindsight I believe they were thinking I must be crazy not to be afraid and finally pushed me forward telling me to walk ahead, pick up my wallet, and not look back. As they ran away they yelled out "we know where you live". I yelled back "fuck you – you don't know where I live".
In the process of all of this I lost $35.00 cash which I needed for gas and food for the week, along with two gold rings which couldn't be replaced. My keys were thrown into a very large patch of ivy. I never found those primarily because I was too afraid of the rats known to live in that stuff to even venture very far into it. I walked back to my apartment still fuming about all of this. As I got to my building I had to ask the manager to let me into my apartment, explaining to him what had happened in case he needed to re-key the outside doors. Fortunately I had duplicate keys for my apartment and my car, but lost several other keys which had to be replaced.
As I thought about all of this I began to realize how lucky I was not to have been hurt or killed. I was also upset that no one on this busy street stopped to help me. As time passed over the next few days I became quite paranoid for about two months, jumping whenever I heard noises as I walked from my car into the building. It took a while for me to get over blaming myself and simply accept the fact I had been a victim of a crime. I never called the police because I couldn't give them a description of anything but the clothing of the kids. This is how I came to understand the importance of all gang members dressing and looking exactly alike in order to make it more difficult to identify them. I told all of this to my neighbor across the hall in my apartment building who was a member of this gang. Despite my protests he insisted this would be taken care of because I was his friend. I have no idea what happened to these kids after that encounter with my neighbor who I knew and trusted. In a remarkable manner my neighbor always looked out for me. He was older than the kids who robbed me and always told me he respected the work I was doing with gang kids.
As I'm sorting through all aspects of having been mugged, a feeling of dread begins to seep in as I think about the internship in East LA I had just accepted two weeks earlier. It was absolutely too late to change it and I looked toward September with a sense of uncertainty relative to what I was getting myself into within what could turn out to be a completely hostile environment. The only good thing about the mugging experience is that I still use it today to let kids know how bad it feels to be a victim of what they do. Kids always tell me "I would never do that to you Dr. Roberts." I tell them "of course not, you know me. But if you saw me walking down your street wouldn't it go through your mind that I might be an easy victim with money if you didn't know me?" They readily agree, giving me a chance to tell them how messed up it is for them to think that kind of behavior is okay under any circumstances. I can use it to try and get them to imagine the life situations of any victim and what impact such a robbery might have on that person and their family. They always discuss this with me and learn something from the discussion. Fortunately this was the only time anything even close to this has ever happened to me. The lesson I learned is to always pay attention to things going on around me, especially in a large city like LA. Growing up in the South this kind of thinking wasn't necessary. What a hell of a way to learn this lesson. I am glad now that I had something for them to steal because kids usually agree with me these guys would likely have stabbed me out of anger for not getting anything of value from me.
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One of the most amazing things for me about my journey to Los Angeles and graduate school at the California School of Professional Psychology, LA campus and now part of Alliant International University, was my exposure to cultural diversity even within the student body which included students literally from around the world. Through these kinds of experiences I began to see that differences between people are based more in socioeconomic and cultural differences than in racial differences. The so-called "races" aren't as clearly divided today as in the past and people of the very same race are often quite diverse when they have different cultural backgrounds. This awareness is the basis for my beliefs in the need to move away from race as a dominant distinction and focus more on cultural/social aspects and poverty as the true differences and indications of diversity. Even for me, the cultural differences in the South were mild when compared to the cultural differences found in California. Imagine the level of culture shock I experienced. I had even considered myself to be rather advanced in my thinking and beliefs compared to others in the South, but soon found I had a lot more to learn.
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