My life at home wasn't like what it should have been if anything it was far from it. My home life was filled with injuries as a young kid. At age 5 I cut my foot on a can lid, had a bladder and kidney infection. Age 6 I dropped a knife on my foot. My sister hit my mother and tortured me so bad that I had to go live with my grandma while my foot healed because I was getting to much attention My home life up until age 7 was filled with screaming, abuse and terrified crying, not to mention I was severely underweight and had to steal food to even get a small bit of food before my mom, brother and sister ate it all (that my mom could barely afford). Not to mention that my father {if I can even call him that} left before I was born and return for a short while when I was two and then we were taken away from him (for a while he drove around looking for us). While we live with my dad (my sister and l have the same dad, my brother was with us but has a different dad) we were treated horrible. We were never aloud out of our rooms, except for when I needed to be feed which at age two should not be having formula milk (except for when my dad's neighbor came over she dumped out the formula milk and gave me real milk without my dad knowing). My sister and brother where barely ever aloud out of their room (accept sometimes when my sister was sick she was aloud in the bathroom or when my dad was feeling generous). Not long after I got taken away from my dad did my mom, sister, brother and I go live with my grandma. At age two when l was at my grandma I dropped a knife on my foot (due to trying to grab it). I was in foster care at age 7 and I'm 20 now and I moved in the beginning of July to be on my own and what people don't understand about being in foster care is that you don't have a choice when your a kid you have no saying whatsoever they just ship you off as if you just some sort of piece of cargo you don't have a say in your life but up to this point I never had a say in what I wanted. a few years ago, in one of my foster homes something bad happened and I have to go to court multiple times I was a victim not them. In 14 years or shipped around about 6 times two different
foster homes none of them really worked out and my last foster home was like my
home that's It Felt Like Home to me it didn't and didn't feel like just another place to stay until I turn eighteen and felt like a place where I wanted to be I wanted to be like until I grow up I wanted to be involved in what they were doing and wanted to be involved with their life I wanted to be doing what they were doing. I wanted to be a normal kid. I wanted to be living like a teenager and wanted to be you know when they go out and have fun with your friends and I don't Have to worry about finding money and stuff worry about there being enough food that's life I wanted. And in foster care I got that mostly I got food I got shelter I didn't always have a loving home my last foster home they were the typical family that you would want to be born in that you would want to be in.mom and my sister my brother they didn't finish high school but I did and I'm going on to college this year in September. it was it was all about my sister my brother and I was kind of in the corner and with my foster mom and Foster dad the one I just came from when they saw that they said they feel like crying and it was all my brother and my sister and my brother didn't get his way and my grandpa was putting her saying oh no it's okay it's okay while I was sitting there in the corner all by myself. There's a lot of abuse as a child and it still carried on into being in foster care but at least it was bearable and there are some foster homes out there that are amazing. Way I look at it is if the foster parents don't want you they don't have to take you so the only way they'll take you it's cuz they want you that's like being adopted so it's kind of nice
By age 7 I was in foster care with my brother while my sister stayed with my mom. My first foster home me was fill with screaming, anger, foster parents wrecking stuff and bedtime right after supper. They promised not to give up on me but 5 years later I was in a different foster home. This one was much worse. It was filled with mental and physical abuse. And sexual assault by the foster dad. I was move to another home. Where I and my brother was stuck outside all day. I moved again to the foster home im at now. It was great at first but then came the arguing and fighting. Not to mention myself harm and suicide plans. And it was filled with terror of men. I flinch or jump whenever someone goes to touch me. (due to all the abuse). Im terrified to use tampons or to even think about having sex (I have gotten better). My life has been filled with screaming, and now it's filled with court dates. Moving out on my own when im not ready. And im starting college in on September 25 2017. I barely finished high school on June 28 2017. I don't want to go to college. The entire time I was in foster care I had people say they would never leave and when times got tough they left. I always push ppl away now because im afraid they're going to leave/ one of my friends said this when I asked her what she thought about me. I think that you never judge someone even when they are different form everyone else. I think that you care about people. I think sometimes you can push people to far. Being married to someone who only wants sex and doesn't give me a choice in it. Guilts me into doing it by saying you would if you loved me. Calling me names like bitch, cunt, brat, slut, fat ass, lazy. Threatening to break my stuff if I leave him.
