Entering Foster Care
ENTERING FOSTER CARE
Growing up in my home, I heard a lot about social welfare services and the stigma attached to it. But when I was 15 and I actually enter foster care, my life was changed drastically along with my perception of case workers, social workers and just overall Department of Children and Families.
Growing up in a Latino home a lot of negativity surrounded foster care and how they always just wanted to take me from my home and my loving parents but when time came and I was actually in the system. I learned that these people weren't barriers. That they were actually assets who wanted to fight for me in my corner. But once I was inside the system, and I was receiving foster care services, it was difficult for me to cope with the outstanding perception that I had growing up that these people, foster care, social workers, their supervisors were just out to get me; so to speak. It was hard for me to accept them and rationalize all the things that they were doing that would help me one day. Which would eventually take me from a bad situation, to getting me into one of the top public universities in New England so I could continue to get a degree and just live to be a successful person.
I remember a time when at one of the lowest points in foster care when I didn't trust anybody and I felt that all the walls around me were just crumbling down. But finally, I stood up for myself. I called my case worker's supervisor and I told her how I felt I was being, again mistreated and I wanted to change social workers. After being yelled at and accused of doing false things by my social worker, I finally got a new social worker who, to my amazement, loved me unconditionally. Didn't really care what was going on; didn't really matter. All I knew was that when he came to talk to me, he was open and regardless of what my foster parents said or what his clip board said about me, he took the time out just to listen and to acknowledge me and that my feelings weren't false but they were real.