The story of how TV’s Judge Hatchett saved me from being condemned to the Foster Care to Prison pipeline.
While in foster care, I went to jail a little under a handful of times. This is the story of the one time I deserved it.
Having had my fill of the streets, I come up with the dumbest idea in the history of dumb ideas to eventually get stable… a grown up boyfriend
I ended up staying with a random stranger for a couple of nights under the premise that I’d be flying to California to live with my stepdad. After he rejected me, I kept up the lie cause I didn’t want the woman or her family to get in trouble for “custodial interference”
I witnessed the shelter staff neglect a toddler who was brought in, leaving it in a playpen crying all alone for hours. The staff said that if I didn’t like it I could run away…so I did
Excerpt Chapter 8:
Age 13. The Anxiety and hyper-emotionality side effects of Depakote proved to be a poor combination for living with a narcissistic foster mother
A girl from the DFACS shelter taught me the back way into a foster home was through Georgia Regional, a Mental Hospital. She was right. What she didn’t tell me was just how fragile foster home placements were…
Final entry for this series. I discuss one of the many issues of building children’s shelters in high crime areas and the story of a member of often ignored victims of sex trafficking…boys.
Continuation of the discussion of sex trafficking in foster care. In this part i discuss what happens when fancy businessmen sell girls big dreams
Excerpt From Driftwood. Chapter 8.
At around 5 or 6 in the morning, I was awakened by a phlebotomist sticking a needle in my arm, trying and failing to draw blood. I can’t imagine any creepier way to be woken up.