When I was 12, I watched Grandfather get killed on the news. This is that story.
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”
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.
Excerpt From Driftwood Chapter 6.
The defining characteristic of my stay at the shelter was a series of power struggles between myself and the staff….
Excerpt from Driftwood Chapter 8:
I was told I’d only be leaving the children’s shelter if I went to jail, a mental hospital, or a group home if I was lucky. My second stop: A mental hospital…
Excerpt from Driftwood Chapter 7
I was told that the only way I would be leaving is jail, a mental Hospital, or a group home if I was lucky. My first stop was Jail.
Excerpts from chapters 5. Further description of the Shelter where children were held by DeKalb County Family and Children Services
Excerpt from Driftwood Chapter 5.
After a huge fight with my mom, a police officer took me to a children’s shelter. The intake worker told me the only way i’d leave is jail, a mental hospital, or a group home if i was lucky.