I became a foster parent with the intentions of putting a roof over the heads of orphaned children. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
By the time I completed the training process, I understood that the majority of the children that would be entering my home were not orphans. I was brainwashed into believing the children had come from abusive and neglectful homes. I was told the state had rescued them from horrible living environments and that I was somewhat of a hero for taking them in.
They were all lies. It took several years for me to truly see what I had become a part of.
The reasons they took children into their custody varied. A few had actually been abused or neglected in their biological homes, but the majority had not been. Some of the children that entered my home were taken from their families because their parents had argued out in public, because the children had punched holes in their walls, because the children refused to go to school and the parents were afraid of getting in trouble for physically making them go, etc.
I began to notice a pattern. At least 90% of the children entering my home were on medication for labels such as ADD, ADHD, or ODD.
