Being taken into foster care was the event that changed my life forever. My beliefs before actually experiencing this were, how could you let your children suffer through that? I did not believe in making kids suffer. I was sixteen years old, and a sophomore in high school. Having to go to school every day, and walking past people that knew your situation was embarrassing. I slowly became …show more content…
I didn’t like my foster home. Can you imagine living with complete strangers? Going through all I was, I didn’t speak to them much. They weren’t my parents so why should I talk to them? They were weird to me. I didn’t feel comfortable being around them one bit. They were church going everyday kind of people, and I wasn’t grown up in that type of environment. It was different for me because I am homosexual. They also didn’t believe in that. Every day they would criticize homosexuals, and it really started to bother me. Having to hide who I am everyday was difficult to deal with. Constantly I was telling my social worker to get me out of there. Finally, after about 3 months, she found me a new home. That foster home was okay. They never really bothered me. Also they knew about my sexuality, and didn’t have a problem with it. Being in my second foster care home didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. Although I was still struggling with a lot of things, they were really nice and made me feel welcomed. While I was in foster care I was told my sister tried to commit suicide. I felt like I was responsible because I wasn’t there to help her. My foster parents had to closely watch me because I couldn’t stop crying and I became depressed worse than I already was. I questioned my life. Why me? Why me god? I never got the answers. I was closed in my room most of the time. I didn’t socialize with my new foster parents much. I went to school,