In December of last year, my friend wrote to different media outlets about my life. At the time, I wanted to be happy and feel honored to have my life story in the newspaper, but you have no idea the amount of angst I was feeling. I kept thinking – why me? What makes me so special, who would want to write about me, what have I done so special? Really I wanted someone to tell me, why would someone want to write about little ol’ me, I hadn’t gone through anything different than many other former and present foster youth. Of course, I’ve had my share of physical, emotional, sexual and psychological abuse, but in our foster youth cohort, who hasn’t. Even if you haven’t experienced any type of physical abuse, the emotional toll of being in the child welfare system is sometimes the worst pain of all. So again…why me?
Fight For Your Smile
15 years ago