World Social Work Day – yipppeeeeee

Social Workers….errrrrrrrr to ahhhhhhh…. At 9 my Social Worker was my only familiar adult face when I was placed in Care. At 11 my Social Worker was my advocate and confidant. At 13 my Social Worker was both my enemy and my saviour. At 14 my Social Worker was full of praise. At 16 my Social Worker was very annoying and knew nothing…. At 18 I officially lost my Social Worker when I left Care…. At 38 my Social Workers are still in my life as part of my family. Why? Cause I love them and they love me.   Continue reading World Social Work Day – yipppeeeeee

Memories of the Care System

Hi all Was reminded of the exciting day that I was sent for my photo to be taken – I was going in the paper looking for new parents! Oh boy, I was beyond happy. I had waited many years for this moment, and felt very very special.  I remember agonising over which name they should use – as I was a Ward of Court, my real name wasn’t allowed. I tormented myself with the worry of not having any replies to the advert, what if they thought I was ugly, looked like trouble, too fat, or didn’t like my … Continue reading Memories of the Care System