Traumatic Fostercare Stories

Hello there fellow past, present, and sadly future foster children. This tumblr blog is where you can find out or share the horrors of living as a foster child in the child protective systems, an adoption child living in the system, working as a foster parent, caseworker, or just any terrible experience one has had in fostercare. You can also just share how you got into fostercare, thats allowed too. **Just share in the ask me!!!** Here are the rules with posting: - You are allowed to be anonymous as this is a safe place to share your stories. - You must add what year you were in foster care during the event as that will help spread awareness of how long ago or recent the story occurred. - Must be a true story. - You do not have to disclose age, gender, or what county you were in if you do not want to. - You can name drop your abusers here, no one will shame you for standing your ground and calling them out. - This is a safe space. You cannot use slurs, be racist, homophobic, nsfw, ect. Unless you are sharing what the ones in the story did. Example on what you can do: My fostermom said that I would never find love becuase I wasn't into boys like others were. - Don't be too graphic, we want our stories out there to be digestible, remember that not everyone can stomache the extreme details of what may have happened. -Be respectful and supportive of eachother. If not then this blog isn't for you. -This blog is kin friendly, endogenic friendly, traumagenic friendly, lgbtq friendly, and ect. -This blog does not accept homophobes, pedophiles, sysmeds, anti-endos, narcisists, and basuically anyone who is inconsiderate douchebags. -If your post is not posted, please know that I may just not have seen it or it did not follow the rules. -This blog is run by a former fosterchild who grew up in terrible conditions. You may see posts from this channel and if thats the case, that is me sharing my story. Reasons why this blog exists: I felt like I wanted to share my story and wanted to spread awareness on how bad the system can get, and if I had bad experiences, I'm sure many have too so I wanted to make a safe place where we can all share our stories and maybe... just maybe... the system that has hurt many can be seen by higher authorities and can be brought to their attention as an issue that must be resolved.

Tw: Eating disorders, verbal abuse, malnorishment, cruel unusual punishments. "Wow, you eat more vegitables and fruits than I do." That is what an ambulance driver stated when I was going to the hospital a few months ago. Don't worry, I just face planted onto the concrete while walking to the store. Anyways, those words reminded me that maybe most people don't exactly have a child like wonder and fascination to fruits and vegitables. And it got me to reflect on maybe why I do. In the years 2015 to 2018 I had stayed with a fostermother who wasn't exactly a fan of fruit. There were no apples, oranges, ect in her house. I never even heard of a star fruit until I was out of the system. The fostermom, we will name her "Insanis" until I feel ready to name drop. Insanis didn't like fruit. Only time she ever had fruit in her home was when she was making peach cobbler or banana pudding for a family barbeque. Which only happened maybe three times a year. This fostermom was really greedy with money and food and he wa one to never keep her mouth shut about it either. Her punishments honestly should have been illegal. She chained her fridge becuase I would sneak in it for snacks. Mind you I was in high school so... yeah. There was another punishment where she made me eat ramen noodles three months straightcwith nothing else but something to drink becuase I stole a cake that mind you, the container had my name on it. She also would watch me eat and shame me for it. She would threaten me that if I kept eating too fast that she would take my plate from me. She also said that I was lucky she wan't one of those fosterparents that ties their children up in the basement and leaves them there unfed. When I would complaain to her about wanting fruit or some variety, she would say that I was lucky I got full meals and that I should be greatful. That fostercare had a rule where as long as your feeding the kid at least once a day it doesn't matter what she gives me cuz she wont get in trouble for it. That I was lucky she didnt make me eat a peanut butter sandwich every day for dinner instead. When I got out of fostercare and saw all these new fruits like pomogranates and stardruit and dragon fruit, and ect, I was mesmerized. Cuz I had never had any of it before. Seeing all these new foods and different flavors was amazing and hnestly I reflect on that and feel ashamed I missed out on such amazing flavors and textures.