Quote: Originally Posted by karrie
You guys get that he's 7 right? 7. There are a lot of little 7 year old boys running around with undeveloped senses of empathy. It's pretty common at that age. Especially when it comes to things that we don't typically attach to emotionally as pets, like lizards. I know so many guys who used to catch, kill, and dissect frogs, turtles and salamanders and such.
At 7 years old it's cause for concern.. it's a reason to get him into counseling (and for someone to supervise the damn kid... hello, he's 7), but it's no reason to lock him up and/or write him off as a human being. Yet.
I couldn't care less if he's 7 or 92 years old.... his actions were wrong in one of the worst kinds of ways.
Explain to me his actual thinking process, what would be the common factors which would have made him come to the conclusion that he should/wanted to commit this sort of action. What would generally bring a child to this sort of mentality and tell me what direct and detailed actions you would take to address this situation.
I'm so damn tired of hearing people talk about sending these kids into therapy or counseling and then leaving it at that. What sort of counseling? What sort of Therapy? What programs or educational programs would you put this child through yourself?
I've known a few kids who used to kill animals around their yards, but also was done from their parents approval due to teaching them that they were pests, etc.... none of them were big animals, or frogs, or whatever.... they were usually bugs. Most of the sickos who killed animals and reptiles that I knew of were much older then I was, were friends of my sister and were already out of high school..... the closest thing I did in regards to torturing or killing a living creature was pulling apart the shell on a snail to see what it looked like inside......
But I didn't go on a big rampage on animals that were caged up.
I call him a sick little bastard with justification and I will explain:
When I was young, I pulled some pretty stupid stunts, one in paticular was when my brother, cousin and I were playing on the train tacks by my grandfathers as we usually did.... we loaded up a bunch of rocks and pennies on the track and told my cousin that it would derail the VIA train coming in (We were pretty sure it wouldn't, since they were typical rocks off the side of the road that would be crushed to sand by the weight of a train)
The worst we figured would happen was the train would derail and slide a little to the left, not thinking about it possibly being a total disaster with the train flying into some of the nearby houses only feet away from the tracks..... But regardless, we've been told in the past it wouldn't happen, we just wanted to screw with our cousin.
anyways, the train went by, nothing happened, we moved on.
Normal for kids you say? Is that what I am implying by disclosing my actions as a child?
No.... I call him a sick little bastard, because I was a sick little bastard.
I was a sick little bastard, but I knew my limits on what I thought was completely wrong.... he just went in there like the animals were his own toys to destroy as he pleased.... now either his parents sucked really hard in teaching him right and wrong.... or he's one twisted son of a bitch.