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
In this part I talk about recruiting girls through the juvenile justice system and what happens when children of immigrants are separated from their parents.
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.
I don’t know why, but for some reason I feel the need to quantify my postings of excerpts from Driftwood before I post any. The long and the short of it is that every now and then things pop up in society that are relevant to something either I or my friends experienced either inContinue reading “Driftwood Stories #Driftwood”