HAVE YOU ASKED?
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For over twenty
years, I said nothing. I hid my status as a foster care survivor from almost
everyone I knew. The label “foster kid” had brought only negative judgment
throughout my childhood, and I couldn’t think of any good reason to share this
secret in my newly created life. To protect the truth about my past, I cut ties
with anyone who had known that I was in foster care. And, when I embarked on my
college life and then my professional career, it was a topic that I tried to
avoid at all costs. I became quite good at covering up the truth. I even
resorted to telling little “white lies” in order to avoid the chance that
anyone would discover that I had been raised in foster care, aged out at 18,
and was left to my own devices by an overwhelmed system.
But one day in
2011, my life came to a screeching halt. After spending over twenty years
working in law offices, focusing on criminal defense and divorce matters, I had
become burned out at watching essentially the same kids and the same parents
circulate through the system. They had
different names and faces of course, but the stories were all very similar to
my own beginnings: families that were at or below the poverty line, unemployed,
single parent homes, addiction issues, mental health issues. The similarities went on and on.
Person after person reminding me of
someone I had known when I was in foster care. Mirror images of my biological
mother, foster parents, foster siblings, even the court staff and workers,
responded the way they had when I was in the system. It was like being stuck in my own version of the
movie Groundhog Day. So, without any
real plan in mind, I Googled “Foster Care Statistics.” It changed my life. I had no idea how many
children were in foster care in the United States, and I had little
understanding of the horrendous job the system as a whole was doing to care for
these children.
When I was in foster
care, I knew of very few other foster children. At school, often in rural
areas, I was not exposed to other foster children outside of the home I lived
in. We had no support groups. I thought I was the exception, a broken child
from a broken home. When I realized that I wasn’t alone, I knew that I had to
share my story so that I could help others like me.
That’s what started this journey: a
mission of educating the general public on the real effects of the foster care
system, and how it effects the criminal justice system, the welfare system, the
prison system, unemployment rates and the countless other facets of society
that so many foster youth continue to be a part of.
In this quest I am
asked almost daily by social workers, case managers, supervisors, youth ambassadors,
and the like, “What was the one thing that happened that allowed you to become
successful?”
I understand why
they are asking the question. I aged out of the system with no support, and yet
I managed to graduate from college, establish a fulfilling career as a legal
professional and life coach, and now have a wonderful family of my own. I
understand that they are curious to know if there is one thing that could be repeated
to make success happen for other youth trapped in the system. But there is only one thing I can point to
that allowed my life to turn out the way it has, while so many others struggle:
I had a stubborn belief in myself. I
knew that I would make it, no matter what life threw at me. And, I refused to
let anyone take that belief away from me.
Now, I challenge
those working in the system to ask tough questions, “Have you asked your
children what they need or what they want out of life?” I often find that case
workers are so busy filling out forms and answering telephone calls that they often
forget to actually ask that simple question of the children they oversee.
In my practice as
a life coach, I counseled with a social worker to help her move through a
difficult point in her life. As we chatted, she made a comment that she felt
trapped in her job because she did not have the resources to help even a small
portion of the children on her caseload. She lamented that when she asked them
what they wanted to be when they grew up and they said “a doctor, lawyer or veterinarian,”
she knew that those types of jobs where unobtainable for them given their
circumstances.
Initially, I was caught
off guard by her comment. “How come they can’t be those things?” I asked.
“Well, you have a
student who is failing most of their classes, and who is not able to do their
current work. How are they ever going to be able to become a doctor, it’s
unrealistic?”
I thought for a
moment about what she was saying. It was something I saw a lot in the court
system. “Why is it your job to tell them no?” I asked. She sat for a moment
staring at me. While we sat in silence, I couldn’t help but wonder why any of
us thought we were in a position to tell someone they couldn’t do something. I
had been told as a straight “A” student in high school that people like me
don’t go to college, instead we get jobs to serve the rest of the world.
Instead, isn’t it
our job to encourage the dream? After all, for children living in the foster
care system, they hear “No” more than anything else. They hear things like “You can’t do that,” or, “You can’t be that” from a lot of people.
As a society, we should be the ones to say, “That’s a really big goal, and this
is how you can do it!”
So, I challenge
you. Have you asked yourself, your family, your co-workers or the children, what
their big dream is? What they would do if they could do anything in the world?
Have you asked?
This article originally appeared as an OpEd piece for Youth Today. To
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