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We all have struggles in life, right?
"Well I’ve had many. Here’s my story. When I was eight years old me and my mom lived in a trailer. My mom went to the store and left me with a babysitter. Their house was pretty messy, but they started cleaning it and they got a knock on their door. Then the babysitter opened the door and it was the DHS. The DHS people said they were going to take me away into a foster system because they knew that my mom left me at a messy babysitter’s house but the babysitters were cleaning up!
So DHS took me away from my mom and took me to the foster care. I had no clue what exactly was going on but for some reason I wasn’t crying. I said I hope they have a pool. I felt bad, my mom was crying - I supported her. On that day, the DHS people took me to this foster home. That night at foster care, in bed I was sobbing, I was scared, afraid, lonely, and sad. I felt like that was the worst day of my life!
While I was in the foster system, I dealt with anger issues, yelling, screaming, crying, being rude, and kicking walls, hitting. I was put in counseling for 2 ½ years. The whole entire time I was in foster care. My foster mom would say and make rude comments to me like your thighs and hips are too fat. She would yell at me. Oh, and my brother was with me too. He was only 3 years old. Our foster mom would make us eat everything off of our plates, make us take only 5 minute showers, give us small amounts of dessert, and take away clothes without us even knowing. She and her husband and daughter would be rude to me too. They adopted 3 kids of their own. Whenever it was one of their birthdays, we would always go somewhere and have birthday parties for them. But, me and my brother didn’t get to have any parties or go anywhere for our birthdays. They would buy us very little presents and clothes. It was horrible.
Eventually I got better with my anger issues and their daughter who was 21 would try to make me mad on purpose and get me in trouble on purpose. I just wish I could have the help with someone who really understands my story at the time and move me to a different foster home. Mine and my brother’s caseworker told the judge that she didn’t want us to go back with our mom but thank God it happened after 2 ½ years of living in foster care.
We did go back with our mom. She was doing better. I was so happy. We lived a good life. Until 2 years later. We went back to the same family in foster care. My sister was born at that time. We cried, sobbed and we were really sad. My mom didn’t want us to leave and we went to foster care because my mom had some problems. When we got back to foster care, I had anger issues again. My life was so miserable I went back to counseling, and it helped me a lot. I was much better! I had a few twists and turns getting mad off and on but it was normal. I was eleven at that time and one day when I was a little mad and didn’t do much wrong but (the foster mom’s daughter) said that I treat them like CRAP but I didn’t. I was having a hard time because I was bullied at school. (The other foster kids) were horrible. I didn’t like them at all. The five year old would touch my sister and be rude to her. I was very overprotected of my sister and the foster parents would judge me- it was hurtful and rude. I asked if me, my brother and my sister could go to a foster home where I knew the people and we did. I was so happy. The foster parents were super nice. I loved them. We lived with them for about two months but then we heard bad news. We were going back to (the same foster) house. When we got there (the daughter) made us read.
So many other things. Then it got better. I was starting to get more happy and safe. We had a wonderful adoption case worker. He was amazing. (The foster mom) told me that why we came back with her is because the other foster parents said I was rude to them and disrespected them and I honestly wasn’t. I was happy over there.
Finally time passed by and then the foster family was going on a vacation without us and they put us at a babysitter’s house while they were having fun. More time passed by and our caseworker told us that me, my brother, and my sister were getting adopted by our aunt and uncle. I cried tears of joy! I knew it would happen and I prayed to God and he answered my prayers. Thank you so much God. I love you. Thank you for everything!
"My aunt fought for us for 1 ½ years. One day at their church my aunt, uncle and mom all formed together in a circle and prayed to get us and they did! God Bless them and everyone who helped. God Bless! I was Baptized and so was my brother. I am a born again Christian. I love life and my new family!" Abby