I may have told this story somewhere here already, but it applies.
One night I was walking my newcomers out to the car after group and I had this one new girl with me on one arm (we were switched to "arm linking" instead of belt-looping) and she decided she was going to go directly ape-shit on me out of nowhere. Rather than risk certain death by way of letting go of her and getting confronted, I chose to risk certain death by being drug to the ground and my head subsequently smashed into a parking space divider instead. I blacked out for a few moments and came around finally, trying desperately to locate her so i wouldnt get put on a refresher for losing my newcomer. Funny that, how my mind was so hardwired it kept trying to function for the program even when my consciousness had left the building.
I had a concussion, no doubt...it was several hours before i was right enough to function properly. Anyways, staff just sort of asked me if I was ok, and I said I thought so but that I couldnt see or think right. They were satisfied that I was standing and sent me on my way with the host parents.
Just as we were pulling away, one guy on staff from California came up to the window and knocked.....he looked at me and i thought I was gonna get ripped right there in the car, but instead he told us all, the parents included....that we had permission to go DIRECTLY to the hospital or emergency room if we thought it was necessary, and all blanketed permission to do whatever needed to be done. Looking back now, I know by the look on his face that he didnt give that permission because he was told to. He did it because he knew something very bad had happened and wanted to help me.
Apparently he wasnt the only one who thought it was a bad situation. Several months later when the investigators came to take interviews with the clients, I was asked for by name, and specificaaly questioned about that night in detail. Someone who had left the program or parent or something had told them about it. Of course, i dont recall what I told them, I am sure i tried to play it off as trivial....again, fear at the helm.
I was lucky, one girl who got her arm broken (shes dead now) got nothing but a sling.