Personal Narrative: Foster Home

Over 400,000 children were placed into care in the year of 2014, statistics have shown they've also went up. During my experience while being in foster care, i had to leave behind many people I cared about, but i also knew i had a lot of things to learn. I knew i messed up alot, and i knew while i was getting ready for court, there was no more chances. Usually i just got sanctioned for twenty days and up, but my probation officer already told me, she knew it wasn't helping, and more serious things were going to happen. She literally tried everything with me, and nothing was working. She tried gateway, which was a place to go to after school, for supervision at all times, there was reasons for her putting me in their, which was because my dad

In todays’ society many Americans never think about our foster care system. Foster care is when a child is temporarily placed with another family. This child may have been abused, neglected, or may be a child who is dependent and can survive on their own but needs a place to stay. Normally the child parents are sick, alcohol or drug abusers, or may even be homeless themselves. We have forgotten about the thousands of children who are without families and living in foster homes. Many do not even know how foster care came about. A few of the earliest documentation of foster care can be found in the Old Testament. The Christian church put children into homes with widowers and then paid them using collection from the church

One of the ways foster care is inhibited is that the separation of the child from their parents and placement in a foster home can be traumatic for the child. In some instances where the child is not safe in their home, the first choice may be to remove the child and place them in foster care. Both the parents and child have a hard time accepting the situation. This separation causes conflicts and resistance from the child (Crosson-Tower, 2014, p. 316). Other myriad adjustments, such as lifestyle change, new school, new friends and neighbors, and at times a new culture, also inhibit the effectiveness of foster care placement. Foster care can create an environment of

My parents are divorced, and have been since I was about seven years old. I hardly remember what life was like before then. But despite my parents separation I have never been without proper care, and in this way I am fortunate. On any given day, there are nearly 428,000 children in foster care in the United States. The average age of a child in foster care is nearly 9 years old, and in all states in the US at least 50% of the kids in foster care are males. Until now, I personally, have never known much about the process. I have a few friends who were adopted and I’ve watched a few seasons of the show The Fosters. But I hardly think that qualifies as quality knowledge about the issue. What I have learned is this: Children are suffering in

The creation of the foster care system was with the expectation to support in the child's safety and health in their personal homes. When children experience child neglect and abuse in their homes, Child Protection Services (CPS) will have to become involved and remove the child from their homes. Once the child is removed from their homes, they become a fart of the Child Welfare System for the protection of the child. Children are placed in foster care homes with foster families. A foster home is a household where a child or children are raised by someone else other than their biological or adoptive parent or parents. It is fortunate when these children are removed from the abusive state of their personal homes. However, some children who are placed into foster care homes continue to receive further abuse.

Over the past several there has been increased focus on the foster care system with implementation of new policies and pieces of legislation to support this population. Although, initial services and support was extremely broad with the intent to meet the needs of the entire population, the youth exiting foster care due to age limitations shed light on the need for more specific legislation for this population. It is clear that youth “aging out” (Dworksy, 2008) of the foster care system are in some ways forced to transition into a role of independence much differently than the general population. There is typically no chance for this population of youth to return to the foster care system for support even if they are completed unprepared for the transition (Geenen & Power, 2007). Clearly, specific populations of foster care youth are in need of special attention particularly those aging out of the system. These youth are believed to encounter adverse challenges in areas such as incarceration, drug use, education, and homelessness. In the hopes to address the issues of homelessness in youth several pieces of legislation have been passed and amended over the years.

There are approximately 402,000 children in the foster care system on any given day of the year. In 2013, 640,000

We are FosterHope changing the lives of abused children. Under the original name of St. Francis Home for Children we have been providing foster care for over 30 years in the Sacramento Region.

In his foster home Max learned what it was like to be part of a family. He learned

James was just your average kid, living an average life, doing average things, but not exactly. James is an orphan, and does not live in any foster homes. At the moment he is hiding in a warehouse. He has no friends, no one to live by, and nothing at all. This may seem sad now, but just you wait. James is about to get a friend, his lifelong dream! Not exactly. James has been homeless for one month, eight days, twelve hours, fifty-two minutes, and ten seconds. Moving to our next character: David. David is your stereotypical rich kid. He’s a snobby kid that thinks he’s better than anyone else. He has three dogs, five cats, two maids, a total of thirty fish, some horses, and a racoon. Why a raccoon? Well, David fed a raccoon, found the baby racoons from the dying coon, and took one in and abandoned the rest. You may also be asking ”How many horses?” You get to decide, it's unimportant to the story. Back to the main story.

Burned bacon and eggs as thin as water, “worst breakfast mom makes better” Michael cried Mrs. Malison the foster “Mom” didn’t care though she slapped Michael and said “eat your food or you’ll sleep in the shed today.” Michael thought anything is better than his actual foster bedroom, its black, greasy walls, and rickety bed it was horrible. When Michael woke up from his nightmare of the first day at the foster home, when rubbing the sleep out of his eyes Michael walked down stairs to see Mrs. Malison shooting her AK- 47 at the bird nest and Mr. Malison laying on the coach drinking Bud Light and reading the newspaper from two weeks ago. Michael was now fourteen years old and was still being treated as a three year old, he wished he could leave this place for ever. When Michael was three years old his mom and Dad divorced and his Mom sent him to this foster home. The only thing he remembered that day was when his mom arrived at the foster home she

There are so many kids in foster care that need a forever family to love them, help them, it will change or even save a life, doesn’t that want to make you help a youth.That is why my family went into foster care, we have adopted one child so far and his name is Charlie. When he was born his liver was horrible and he was in the hospital bed for quite a long time. I remember the first time holding him so extremely well, it was the day before my birthday and we were visiting the hospital and when my family found out that we could hold him, my eyes filled with joy, it was like a birthday

I tried to stay on the straight and narrow but when most of your life is spent on the streets, that is just a dream. I overcame all the obstacles because I was sick of looking in on a family in the dead of winter, all gathered around in front of a fire with a grand tree in the corner and the flames burning strong. Sick of feeling the cold bite into my skin, turning my blood into ice. After a while, the cold no longer affected me. The ice that formed in my blood, to snow that surrounded me, the night that decided to claim me as its own. The night has always been closer to me than the day. At first, I tried to fit in. I tried to stay in the sun, but the fire was just too much. The pain was just too overwhelming.

I didn't want to go to the dinner because Frank would be there with Gloria. Earlier I told Wes we shouldn't go to the dinner with his parents. He got mad and said what was he suppose to do, break it of with them. I just left it alone because I didn't feel like arguing. When we was close to the ranch Wes shouted to us we could go camping at they Yellowstone to see the geyers. I told him a real vacation would be to see the mountains. This vacation promise he made to us meant Wes and I wasn't fighting anymore. I was relieved. When we finally arrived I saw Franks truck covered in dirt. They were already here. I didn't like Wes parents house. It was too much for my eyes. My parents home was much better. Wes father was already outside waiting for

Wednesday nights is my turn to take the leftovers of the dining hall to a shelter home. Every Wednesday night two friends and I walk two miles to a shelter house to take all the pounds of leftover food that NYU students do not eat and would otherwise go to waste. But that night was different. I did not see it coming.