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By Anonymous Carried nine months by a drug-addicted mother, I was born into a house where I was only as good as her next fix. I only remember the reeking smell of piss in the hallway of our project, leaks in the ceiling, cracks in the wall, no heat in the winter and no AC in the summer. My little brother and sister and I slept on the floor because we had no bed to call our own.
Our mother never cooked for us; we survived on the scraps of food that she left. I wanted my mother to love me, but her addiction consumed her. It was more powerful than her love for her own. People were getting mugged and beaten in the stairwell, so the cops stayed in our building like it was a police station. And in our home, drugs were an everyday object. But at the time I was unafraid, Adult sex chat in Fosters Crossroads this life was all I knew.
When she could not get her fix, or when she was forced to go sober from the lack of cash, she would hit us with a broomstick, extension cord, or anything else that she could get her hands on. She was desperate to find some way to forget about her own problems, something that would give her a rush, a substitute for getting that high. The only time that our mother was able to show emotion and give attention to her kids was when she was abusing us. Otherwise, she showed us no feelings, no love. Different men would come and go from the apartment.
Much later, I realized she was probably resorting to prostitution. But it just added fuel to the fire because once she crashed, she would be right back to abusing me and my brother and sister. We were like rodents, scrambling around to pick up her scraps of food and trying to stay out of her way. I was hurt and confused. I felt no hate toward her, but I also felt no love. My brother and sister and I became closer than the average siblings because we had to look out for each other in order to survive.
But we would do little things to try to comfort each other.10 Tips to Help Someone Thinking of Divorce
Like if my sister was beaten, I would take the leftover food and give it all to her. She got evicted, and we followed her to a shelter in Brooklyn. The shelter was scary. I remember people stealing from each other. But one warm day, we went out with our mother and she just walked away from us. But she never did. After a while, we started getting hungry.
My main concern was getting us something to eat.
When it got dark, we started walking. From that day on, we were on our own on the streets. Like animals in the wild, we had to adapt to our environment. There were many nights we went hungry so we stole food, slept on the sidewalk and begged for money. But when people would just pass by, it made me cold-hearted. I felt no love, no joy, no happiness toward or from those who walked by. I started to feel helpless but besides that, my feelings were very limited. Except toward my brother and sister.
They were a warm part of my heart, just a different part of me. Only they held the keys to my emotions. We had nothing but the clothes on our backs, which also served as blankets as it got colder. Sometimes customers would kick us—literally kick us—to get us out of the restroom. As far as I know, no one ever checked to see if we had an adult looking out for us. Again, no one asked if we had a parent. They just told us to leave and sent us back out into the street.
And when winter came, it was cold sleeping on the floor. Depending Only on Each Other At first, it was hard to let go of the past. As rough as our lives had been before, I still had hope of finding our mom. But Adult sex chat in Fosters Crossroads a while I had to give up the past. Only our survival. I never saw caring for my siblings as a short-term responsibility. I took it as a permanent responsibility, in place of a mother and father. I was the authority, but we needed each other to survive. They depended on me to make strategies and come up with plans for how we were going to eat and where we were going to sleep, to find something to wear and to protect them.
I depended on them for motivation, which helped me protect not only them but myself. They helped me find courage; I had to be strong for them.
When I had a cold heart, they kept me warm inside. For their sake, I learned to numb my feelings when I was hurting. Instead, I just focused on my brother and sister, and did everything for them. That was how I survived. For months we lived this way, until my brother got caught stealing one summer day.
His ribs were sticking out, dried spit crusted on his mouth from dehydration, wearing two different shoes on his feet and no shirt. The door was cracked, and when my brother went to open the door he got caught. When they explained what would happen to us next, I was relieved. We were going to have clean clothes, food and a roof over our he. I felt like I was in heaven, but little did I know that the physical and mental abuse would regenerate itself. We lived in a group home for children for a while and were then placed in foster home after foster home, about 12 altogether.
A lot of these homes were physically abusive. Finally, when I was about 13, we found a good foster home. Our foster mother showed us love and compassion.
She never called us nasty names or beat on us. Her love felt different, it felt like something was missing. Abuse had broken my heart into a million pieces and she tried to pull it together, like a puzzle. But my hatred for my past foster families who abused me and used me for the money made me sink like an anchor and I drowned in sorrow.
It was a good home, but I tried to sabotage it because I just wanted to be back with my siblings. My behavior finally caused me to be placed in a residential treatment center. Where Did They Go? At first I kept in touch with my brother and sister. But one day, about six months after I moved to the RTC, I called our old foster mother, who they still lived with, and no one called me back.
I called again and the answering machine said they no longer lived there. I was so shocked and disturbed. Why would someone want to keep me away from my brother and sister? As I got older, I tried to find a way to contact them, but I got nowhere. I was hurt. In the process of writing this story, I suddenly realized that my brother and sister are now teenagers. How would I explain to my little brother about protecting himself and practicing safe sex?
How would they manage without me there as a positive authority figure? Who did they call on when they needed help? I also wonder if they think about me. I want to know if they miss me, if they feel the same way about me as I feel about them. If I found out years later, me not being there would hurt me even more. Too young, I had to face the cold reality of the streets.
I try to be serious, but my vibe and my energy change the mood with people around my age. The picture in my mind is still of my brother and sister with me, frozen in our childhood years. I dwell on my childhood, always wondering about what I was like as a. The only two people who shared those times were my brother and sister. Caseworkers, judges and lawyers must listen to you and consider what you want when it comes to placement and adoption. And a new federal law now requires agencies to make reasonable efforts to place siblings together in foster care.
If you have access to a computer, e-mail or MySpace can be a good way to do this. Laws vary state by state, but generally once your siblings have turned 18 or in some states 21you are legally entitled to search for them. Joe Soll, director of Adoption Crossro a nonprofit organization for people dealing with family separation due to adoption or foster caresuggests reading up and ing a support group six months before beginning your search for family so that you are as prepared as possible for the strong emotions that can come up.
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We have adopted 2 children with siblings in another state as well as unknown. We have an open adoption so that the oldest can communicate with her grandmother. I believe it's important to know that you have family who love you so please don't stop looking. They remember you too. My heart goes out to you; keep searching and never give up.
Continue to pray; your prayers will be answered. It's hard to tell someone to remain positive; but you must!! The very very best to you! As a new foster parent I learned from your story, I have 3 siblings and I only want to keep the oldest 2 I do not want to keep the baby, but now I can see this could have a devastating effect on the oldest girl, because she has been caring for all three of them now I see to separate them will not be the best thing to do.
This story breaks my heart, How could a mother leave her children? I wish you nothing but the best in life. You are not alone, call on Jesus and he will be your forever friend. Filed under: Real Stories.Adult sex chat in Fosters Crossroads
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