Hi all I received an invitation yesterday which evoked fond memories of the Fostering Agency which fostered me. UK Fostering – google them, they are wicked!, invited myself and my family to a day out. When I was in Care, and long after I left, I was invited, with my family on the big yearly day out and holiday. The Managers of the IFA had taken me under their wing, and worked hard to continue to build my bank of memories. The invitations gave me a sense of pride – they wanted me – they thought of me – they … Continue reading Lovely memories whilst in Care
Dear all When I left Care, I was a huge melting pot of emotions – negative feelings – about myself. I absolutely despised myself. A horrible, unlovable, ugly, nasty, spiteful person I believed I was. It really really hurt when I thought of my childhood with my parents, and as I was back in contact with them, (thats a whole different blog, re-entering the same situation upon which you were rescued!) I internalised my feelings for them, and my lost childhood, and tried the best I could to make a life for my children. After all – my parents, were … Continue reading A Care Leaver forgives her abusers – how?