This month is the first anniversary for my blog and while I feel like I should be writing about something exciting… I’m not. If you’ve read my blog, you would know that I am a foster parent, but for children that are forced to take medicine that most of them don’t need because they have been “diagnosed” with ADHD, ODD, conduct disorder, attachment disorder, and the list goes on… In a nutshell, some type of behavior and or mental health issues.
I’ll try to make this short. I’m currently preparing for my foster daughter, we’ll call her Tammy, to be replaced or removed from my home. I’ve cared for her for over a year and a half and had been contemplating for months about whether I should provide Permanent Legal Custody (PLC) for her, if needed. PLC is almost like adoption, but parental rights aren’t always terminated with PLC.
Over the past year and a half, Tammy has been suspended from school 18 times, still not sure how that was allowed without further action. (Philadelphia School District) Tammy has destroyed classrooms, fought teachers and other school staff, spit on officers, and carried to our local police district. Tammy never directly disrespected me. I appreciated that, especially given a very opposite history with previous foster parents. I told Tammy, as long as she was willing to work with me, I was prepared to work with her. She is 15, and needs to know the unfiltered truth. I couldn’t help with HER issues, alone.
During the past summer, I noticed that Tammy’s behaviors began to escalate and filter into our home, which was new. She began smoking weed, staying out overnight without notice, which all seemed like semi-normal teenage rebellion? But the disrespect became more blatant and more frequent. Everyone has limitations.
8:30 am on October 3rd, Tammy’s boyfriends’ cousin rang the door bell 2 seconds before I left for work. After a conversation with her, contemplating about PLC with Tammy jumped out the window. To say the least, I found out that Tammy makes me appear to be a pretty bad person, she was sneaking her boyfriend through my second floor bathroom window, yes he was scaling the back of my house at night, and yup! She’s pregnant! did I ever mention I don’t do mommy/baby placements? I put in my notice with the agency that same day.
For an agency that provided little to no support for Tammy or myself, I thought now that the shit hit the fan, they would try to make a right move. Nope, Nothing, thought wrong. In 3 days, my 30 day notice will expire, they still haven’t found another placement for her. I had to send an email stating that on the 31st day I will be taking her belongings to the agency because I’m not allowing her to stay past 30 days.
I know some may say, how can you be so cruel?? My response is, you give it a try. I did, and I gave everything I could! You can’t help everybody. While this placement didn’t work out, I still have high expectations for my girls, and continue to wish Tammy all the best with or without me. I don’t think she will receive what I have to say to her at this point, so I wrote her a poem. I plan to slip it in her luggage before she leaves…
