I grabbed the TRASH bags from the kitchen floor. I look up to this tall black man that kept me safe for 6 months and asked why. He goes down on one knee and says. "Kit they're not ready for people like me". This was one of my 42 plus foster homes I went too. The man I can not remember his name but Remember it was a group home in Philly called Merriam Homes. I was removed because he was gay and lived alone. Today I still do not understand why DHS did this. He was great. He made me laugh, he was very strict and wanted to play games with all of kids all the time. He is the one that showed me that not all people would hurt you. But then THAT DHS worker came and said his home was not the right placement for me.
I still remember she was yelling at him and he was yelling at her. She told him that he did this to himself. She said he was just a fat black man that wants kids that are not his.
What this "fat black Man" did was fight for my visits to be supervised. Fight for my visits to be less and I should be able to say NO to a visit. But it was not up to him she said. It was up to DHS and my parents. The people that I was being protected against. So I went to another home that day. In this home the father would yell at me and say that I would be a whore like my sisters. I would be pregnant at 13. I called my DHS worker and told her. She yells at me over the phone and says Foster homes are not a revolving door. I told her she moved me from the last one and I want to go back. She said no and hung up the phone. later that same day. The foster father punched his own son in the face and they were fighting. The cops were called and I was placed in a shelter once more. My worker came out to see me a week later and said. You would never now that this family was this way. They owned there own companies and had money so I could get anything I wanted. She looked down at me and said. That there son hit the father first and they wanted to no if I wanted to go back. I refused and she looked and me and told me I was stupid and needed to give them a second chance. I walked out of the room and said. If I go back there I will kill myself. That was the end of this Home in Bristol. But to this day I get so angry thinking how DHS moved me just because someone spoke up for me...
I now know how this man felt. I am fighting for my kids and I am losing. The county does play dirty.
