When you are forced to live with one person after another, you never know what life has in store for you.
Growing Up in Foster Growing up in foster care The first time I went into foster care I was seven years old. Throughout my childhood and teenage years, I was in over seven foster care and group home placements.
As I look back at those years, it feels like a mixture of good and bad experiences. One of the most difficult parts of foster care was not knowing what was going to happen to me.
There was always a sense of uncertainty and confusion. I often felt scared and alone. It would be hard for any child to go through the foster care system, but having a disability made it more difficult for me to understand what was going on in my life.
The only time that I really remember my social worker was when she came to my house to take us away. I do not recall a social worker talking with or visiting me in the foster home.
It was important to know what was happening in my life. I needed someone to explain the situation to me in a way that I could understand, someone I could trust and talk to about things. Sometimes it felt like the foster homes were just in it for the money.
It felt like they did not care about me or that I had a disability. In one foster home, her son hurt me. When I told my foster mom, she whooped me for telling on him.
If a social worker had come to the home, I would have told her about what had happened to me. Being separated from my siblings was another painful part of being in foster care. I was the oldest in my family followed by my brother and baby sister. My brother and I were always placed in the same home, but my sister was always in a different foster home.
At that time, most foster homes only wanted babies or very young children. I always wondered about her. I thought about what she was doing and if she missed me. It really hurt me to be away from her. It did not feel right being with strangers.
I was always glad to go back to my mom. Living with my family always felt like the best thing to me. When I was 14 years old, I had my son. A boy in the neighborhood took advantage of me, and I later found out that I was pregnant.
Because I was both a child in the foster care system and an underage parent, I became a part of the child protection system in a new way. As a parent, I felt that a lot of things I ran into with child protection were because I was a young mom with a disability.
When child protection looked at me, it seemed to me that they only saw my disability. It felt like they used my disability against me. I was a good mom, and I took care of my son. I even graduated from a parenting skills program. It felt like I was doing all of the right things, but I still felt that they were judging me.
Even though I had done everything that I was supposed to do, my son was taken from me. It would have been helpful to have had someone supporting me, someone who knew me and knew how hard I was trying to be a good parent.
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The first time I went into foster care I was seven years old. Throughout my childhood and teenage years, I was in over seven foster care and group home placements.