Happy With Fosters

by Emily B
(Liverpool, England)

2003 was a big year for me, being the first year of my life, the year my mom died, the year I had to live with her.

The abuse started when I was four. I had been smacked and walloped all the time, but it was then I started to realise that I was abused. I always thought that abuse had to be like getting starved and having sex with older men. My nan got angry one day and beat me hard. I cried. My head teacher saw the marks and asked me about them. I told her everything. I was nine then. I got told the next day that I would be put in care. I was scared. My heart sank with regret.

I was happy and content in J---'s house. But she had a problem looking after me. I had anger issues. It got too much for her I guess. That was when I when to J & S. Let's say they weren't nice people. I had a soiling problem. They used to make me clean my dirty underwear in front of my friends which made me embarrassed. They did other things too that I don't want to talk about. I told my social worker everything. She moved me to another placement which I am happily at now. Today my social worker told me to talk to the cops. I am glad I am able to have fun again. I am happy now!

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