The past weeks have been a horrendous and heart wrenching torture. An open letter of my truth is the only way I know how to help deal with this emotionally, so here I lay it out in writing in hope that it helps someone else, even if just one person. Maybe I am that one person… My sister and brother in law made the choice to become foster parents. My sister has Cystic Fibrosis and side effects of that disease makes it nearly impossible to bear her own children. She has always known in her heart that she was meant to be a mother though so a foster to adopt path was a choice they made. Hope you like Psychological Torture The Unspeakable Eldritch Horror Is In mug.
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Having three kids of my own, I thought it was crazy. How can you become attached to a child only to lose them?! I would not be strong enough to handle that situation. I didn’t tell her I thought it was crazy and was supportive in their journey because it was THEIR choice and didn’t affect me. Wow, looking back I was ignorant, naive and honestly selfish, it appears. Little did I know, reunification with the child’s birth parent wouldn’t be the most difficult part of the foster process. Not only did they face many hours of training, thorough vetting, personal and sometimes offensive questioning, but a lot of waiting and uncertainty. I got pregnant and had my first child at 18.
I was in no way “qualified or capable” of caring for a child but NO ONE(besides my parents or me when leaving the hospital with a baby) batted an eye or questioned me once about that ability. The irony of this baffles me. The time came though and they took the first child into their home. It was a baby and only a short amount of time. I saw a picture, heard from my sister about him and then he was gone. It was short and I never encountered him. Fostering didn’t play a part in my everyday life. Oh how things change… Have a nice day with Psychological Torture The Unspeakable Eldritch Horror Is In mug.