Jewish Survivors Growing Up In Foster Care
It was brought to my attention that we should start talking about survivors who grew up in foster care, and also survivors wanting to become foster parents. Adoption is also another important topic we should discuss. I found a link on The Awareness Center's site on these topics, but a lot of the links don't work.
If you grew up in foster care, what was it like?
Did you ever think of becoming a foster parent?
Do you think you would go through with it?
If you grew up in foster care, what was it like?
Did you ever think of becoming a foster parent?
Do you think you would go through with it?
posted by Jewish Survivors at Sunday, February 27, 2005
4 Comments:
When I was in high school I ran away from home. I refused to go back. I was placed with different families in the community that I grew up. I just wanted to finish school, and go to college. The problem was that I was also abused in two of the homes I lived in.
I would talk to my high school counselor all the time. He was extremely caring. I wanted to go live with him and his wife, but the school wouldn't allow it.
What an awful thing to go through! I'm glad you had at least one caring person you could count on. Were the other families who abused you ever reported to the authorities? Did this happen in a jewish community?
yeah, the reports were made. I'm Jewish so no matter where I live is a Jewish community. Does it really matter what community it happened in?
I grew up in the foster care system. Moved from home to home, to group homes and back to a foster home.
Besides being as a child I was also physically challenged. I was abused in a few of the homes I lived in, and then was raped by one of the group home workers. I had braces on my legs until I had corrective surgery. I was 13.
My parents abused me the most severely because of my physical limitations. I was seen as a burden to them. One of my physical therapists saw the bruises on my body and made a hotline report. I was removed from my family at the time. I was 5. They brought me to a special child abuse hospital unit, and that's where they got me to talk about the sexual abuse. Doctors looked at me inside and out. They were trying to be very nice to me, but I was 5 and thought they were trying to hurt me life my father hurt me.
To be honest with you, I wish they never took me from my family. It was much better then moving from family to family, group home to group home.
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