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If they have already been reported to law enforcement as a Don’t Give Me Advice Angry Cat Sayin T Shirt has entered them into NCIC, the only way for them to be removed is for law enforcement to see them and confirm they’ve returned and are safe. I regularly work with runaways and there have been plenty of families who don’t call law enforcement when their kid returns and then it becomes a huge thing when the kid shows back up to school on Monday. The SRO thinks they’re still missing because they’re still in NCIC and it becomes a big ordeal. Overall though I agree, I’d hope they with a case like this where she’d been missing for this long it would have been verified by LE that she was okay.
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My favorite uncle was in and out of Don’t Give Me Advice Angry Cat Sayin T Shirt. Really friendly, chill dude , just made a lot of bad decisions and likely had some brain damage from a very high fever as a child, DEFINITELY had some sort of neurodivergence that affected impulse control, and later on, addiction. Strangely, with the exception of the time the higher-ups refused to give him a proper diabetic diet/repeatedly gave him incorrect medication until he had to be hospitalized…he spoke very fondly of his time in jail. He spent all of his time inside chilling, playing cards (that side of my family was bonkers for cards: poker, rummy, canasta, rook, hearts, whatever) , making wagers with ramen. Kept it breezy, was friendly to everyone to the point he had some former guards testify to him being a “model prisoner” at one of his hearings. I am oddly proud of that, and so was he. Meth got him when he was 50. We aren’t exactly sure what happened. He’d been laid off from his factory job for a few months, they called and said he could come back on in less than a week. We all strongly suspected he was using (very much looked the part) but was still managing to do his various under the table handyman job, so hadn’t called him on it. Then he went missing for a few days…grandad waited until he knew uncle would be out of the amount of insulin he usually carried and went looking. Found him dead in a camper in the woods of a friend’s property. He had been dead for probably 3 days, the police guessed. We suspect he was trying to DIY detox and it went very wrong. Maybe his blood sugar bottomed out and he fell into a coma (wouldn’t be the first time) and just kept falling. Maybe it was a straightforward last-hurrah OD. An autopsy wouldn’t make him less dead, but it would cost grandad quite a bit. I feel like there’s a point here, bc I tell this story online kind of a lot. Possible: Something was wrong with my uncle’s brain. He was easily influenced, wanted friends more than anything. People used him. He needed more help and structure than my grandparents could provide. He liked jail because there was structure, clear expectations, boundaries and simple rules. I believe there are some people who are damaged, but not “disabled enough” to merit the attention of the state. People like that–like my uncle–wind up on drugs and as petty criminals. But what if our education system could screen for people like him and set them up in a structured environment where they can be productive and thrive? Uncle liked to work. He was the type that could sorta fix most anything, but was awful in school. What if he’d had a free, secure, communal living situation where he learned a trade? Would he have gotten into drugs? Would he still be alive?
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