Ditch The Kimchee Please!

In the mid 80's I worked at a group home for disturbed teens on Judah St. in San Francisco. Just 2 blocks from Golden Gate Park and 2 blocks from Ocean Beach in an old Victorian building. There were only a few teens living there but they'd had really harsh abusive lives and were very disturbed emotionally and psychologically. It was less about counseling than just being real with them, without taking advantage of them or hurting them which they weren't used too. I'd take them to the park or to the beach and other places where they got the chance to experience some level of normalcy and safety for what may have been their first time. None of them had ever been to the library or a museum. It was a very rewarding experience for me. My only bad memories of that time was that a fellow counselor (hippie wannabee) had a ravenous taste for Kimchi, a Korean dish which smelled of rotting vegetables. She ate it all the time and made me gag daily at lunchtime.

zillaron zillaron
51-55, M
Feb 15, 2010