The invisible foster care children

Dear Big People, judges, Caseworkers, foster parents, adoptive
Parents, Guardian Ad Litems, and the public,

I want to talk to you about what it feels like to live in the foster
Care system when you are a little kid,
even though I am not sure you Are really interested.

How it feels to have many parents and homes in
A very short period of time.

How the losses add up for these children
And the spirit of these child die a little with each new home, each
New set parents, and each "disruption" of our lives.

While moving from one place to the next we lose more of who we were
And change a little more towards who we will become.

In the process
Of being moved from one "home" to the next, we lose our brothers and
Sisters, our worldly belongings one piece at a time.

We start
Forgetting what our birth mothers and fathers smell like with each
Turn of the washing machine and new laundry soap used in the newest
"home" that will never last.

See, kids like me are not allowed to have our families and we will
Never belong to the new families.

We begin to believe there is
Something wrong with us.

We will never get a family of our own because
Our birth families didn't want us so how could anyone else's family
Want us.

When we do get the chance to be part of that family it's
Usually too late for us to believe we are lovable and that we will be
Allowed to stay because of all the things we have been told or that we
Have over heard the Big People in our new lives say.

Some have said my real mom didn't protect me from bad things that my
Only daddy did to me.

Others tell me I need to tell them everything
That was done to me so they can help my mommy know how to protect me
When I go home.

Some say my mommy didn't want me, while others say my
Mommy gave me away so she could be with a man.

I guess I am not supposed to miss my mommy or my brother that got to
Stay home with my mommy.

It would make your jobs easier if I didn't
Miss my mommy and my brother because you wouldn't have to tell me
Again and again I won't be able to see them again for a while if I
Don't stop crying and being upset after I do finally get to see them.

Why can't you Big People understand that I am ticked off, lonely, and
Worried all the time now because I know my mommy wasn't perfect, but
At least in our home I knew what would happen today and tomorrow, but
Now I never know what you big people are going to do next? The
Yearning for my family, our traditions, our beliefs, and our
Attachments will never go away, even though in time I will get good at
Hiding these yearnings from you and even myself.

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU HAD ALL THOSE BIG
MEN IN UNIFORMS AND ALL YOUR CASEWORKERS THERE
TO GRAB ME FROM MY LIFE AFTER YOU PUT MY 9 YR OLD BROTHER
IN JAIL BECAUSE MY MOM WOULDN'T LET YOU HAVE HIM AND
SCARING ME HALF TO DEATH TAKING ME FROM EVERYONE
AND EVERYTHING I KNEW?

You Big People promised me I could stay with my family and you lied.

You promised me I could go home if I told you everything you wanted to
know, but then you didn't, again you lied.

You said the judge would
make everything safe for me, but he didn't because the hearings were
continued repeatedly.

You said I would stay in that second foster home
until I could go home, but again you lied.

I then was sent to my birth
father's home, then a foster home because still you said it wasn't
safe for me to go home.

Then another of my birth father's family
members, then another foster home for Thanks Giving because you had
changed your mind about me being with certain family members, only to
go back to where I was and than onto another foster home.

How am I to
believe you will ever tell me the truth?

You big people think I should remain sweet, kind, and adorable, all
the while ready to connect to yet another family that will throw me
away.

COULD YOU REMAIN THAT WAY? Did you think I would continue to
take it all lying down? After a while, I have lost too many people
that I did care about, that I was attached to, and that I might have
been able to care about and attach to that, I have stopped trying.

I have had too many new mommies and daddies that will never be my
parents because they never will hold me tightly in their hearts
because I'm not really theirs and never can be because I am my birth
families' child.

None of you will ever get why my heart, mind, and behaviors have
changed by what you have done to me and allowed to be done to me.

So,
why would I now ever allow you to imagine for even a minute that I
trust you, need you, or even like you or myself? You don't understand
why I am fighting you for control because you have never felt as
powerless as I do.

You don't understand why I have stopped talking to
you because you have never had everyone ignore you.

You don't
understand why I have become angry and hostile because you have never
lost every one and everything that made your world your world.

You don't
understand why I why I distrust everything and every one,
including myself, because you have never had to try to be a hundred
different people before you are a teenager.

Your imagination will
always be safer and warmer than mine because you have never let
yourself see what you have done to me and all the other kids that have
fallen into the world of foster care.

You never noticed how your actions affected me, but I NOTICED AND IT
MATTERS A LOT TO ME!!! I am not stupid, nor am I blind; I do pay
attention because it all matters to me.

I noticed when you took me
from my parents, no one came to take and keep their place, and
something started to happen to me.

A little bit of my spirit started to die.

I started doing things to myself to cause physical pain to take away
some of the emotional pain.

I know it doesn't make sense to join with
all the others that have hurt me, but I do it any ways.

Its what I
have been taught that I deserve because I had to have done something
bad for me to be so unlovable.

I don't care anymore who I am safe with
because I never feel safe.

Does it really matter any more? I start
making sure that anyone trying to get close to me will regret even
trying because this way they can never hurt me.

I start trying to make
everyone feel as helpless and small as I have felt for so long.

Are you wondering yet what I do want, what I do need, or what I would
do if I had all the power?

The answers are simple.

1. I would make sure I never forgot that the
child I am "protecting" is a human and he or she is watching
everything I do.

I will remember that everything I do matters
immensely to that child's life and well-being.

2. I will never forget
that the child will always yearn for his or her birth family.

I would
make sure there are pictures and frequent contact between the child
and their birth family when ever possible so they can keep some kind
of a connection with who and where they came from.

3. I would fight to
have all decisions I make for the child held in place and only make
changes when there is no other option.

I have the power to make these
decisions, the child does not, therefore it is important for me to
make the best decisions and stick to them.

4. I would be honest with
the child's family, the child, and any foster parents the child may
need to be placed with.

I will make sure that I provide support
services for each party involved in the child's life to answer
questions and give encouragement and needed support to better
understand the child's needs.

You can treat me as if I am invisible and you may even get away with
it for long enough for me to be placed with another agency or for you
to get another job.

Yet, in your heart of hearts, you will always know
that I was watching everything you did or did not do for me, my
feelings about what was happening to me, that I needed someone to act
as if it mattered hugely to them too, and what I became because of
your actions or inactions.

So, do you have any better understanding of how all of us kids that
have fallen into the world of foster care? I know you have a hard job
caring and making decisions for all of us.

I know you get nervous to
realize that we are all watching you and affected by all that you do.

I can also tell you that you won't be sorry if you take me seriously
because you see, someday we will be BIG PEOPLE.

Now, give THAT a thought before making your decisions about my life.

Sincerely,

~~The invisible foster care children~~

My Space posting, passed on by Misty