When I was 12, I watched Grandfather get killed on the news. This is that story.
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