Growing Up As A Foster Kid

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Growing up as a foster kid in county care was not easy at times. As I look back, I remember the abnormalities of not having a traditional family. A lot of celebrations were celebrated alone for me because I didn't have friends to rejoice with for every stepping stone and accomplishment. What was most difficult for me,was that I always felt as though I had invaded someone's home and space. Every time I was placed into a new foster home, they'd ask me multiple questions and said it was just out of curiosity. To me, it felt as though I was being interrogated by a detective. I felt as though I had to conform to their way of life even if that meant I had to give up my own independent way of thinking. Nothing felt stable or consistent due to me always moving to a new home or a new school. I had to figure out what I could do to mentally survive all the changes and still be just as normal and successful as other kids my age. …show more content…

Participating in after school activities was one of many ways I kept my mind preoccupied. Through sharing common interest with others, I found it was easier to make friends. Eventually, people became less concerned about why I showed up in the middle of the school year and more focused on how they could help me navigate through the changes I was going through and have friends along the way. I had finally found a way to normalize my experience in the school setting. I no longer felt like a foster kid, I simply felt like a kid. I had discovered an innovative way to make this experience a bit more pleasant. School was one less challenge I had to face. I was finally confident that if I could mentally survive life as I student in a new school, I could survive

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