............... I SMOKE WEED, MY BOYFRIEND SMOKES IT. I tested positive for Cannabis when I delivered my son and a whole bunch of stuff happened and XXXX (Social Services) took our kids from us. They’re living with my Aunt. I did everything they said, I did the Intensive Outpatient and Outpatient for like 8 months, joined NA like they said, and I haven't smoked weed in over a year. I'm Rastafarian and I can't practice all my religion if I want my kids back. But I did it and I still can't get my kids back. They don't understand me or my culture ............... I read all the material in my program, I don't have a weed addiction. The first place (clinic) I went to said I was Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). I was like 'what is that?' They really wouldn't tell me but said they
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I made a bad decision smoking at the end of my pregnancy. I made a bad decision advocating for myself. But I lost my kids because they put me in this stereotyped position I shouldn't be in. And now I'm just missing my kids. Every day all day, fighting with my boyfriend, he's saying we need to keep standing up for ourselves and I'm saying we got to play the game to get our kids back, and he's saying the kids are with our aunt, they are okay while we don't let these people push us around because we are Black or they think we are hood, and it goes on and on. I don't know. I should've handled them differently, I shouldn't have bowed down, but I shouldn't have let them know I wasn't bowing down ............... That's my stress, dealing with those people, being judged, missing my kids. I had a good life before all this. I'm into health food, I take good care of my family and my children. I have never been to a therapist. I never had problems at school or home. I'm from a good, goofy family ............... And now I'm just afraid, they'll keep finding reasons to keep my kids away even though I did their program. They won't really listen to me. And they can do it again and again whenever they
I made a bad decision smoking at the end of my pregnancy. I made a bad decision advocating for myself. But I lost my kids because they put me in this stereotyped position I shouldn't be in. And now I'm just missing my kids. Every day all day, fighting with my boyfriend, he's saying we need to keep standing up for ourselves and I'm saying we got to play the game to get our kids back, and he's saying the kids are with our aunt, they are okay while we don't let these people push us around because we are Black or they think we are hood, and it goes on and on. I don't know. I should've handled them differently, I shouldn't have bowed down, but I shouldn't have let them know I wasn't bowing down ............... That's my stress, dealing with those people, being judged, missing my kids. I had a good life before all this. I'm into health food, I take good care of my family and my children. I have never been to a therapist. I never had problems at school or home. I'm from a good, goofy family ............... And now I'm just afraid, they'll keep finding reasons to keep my kids away even though I did their program. They won't really listen to me. And they can do it again and again whenever they