Being in foster care for any amount of time is an indescribable experience. No one who has not experienced it personally can ever understand what it's like to live in so many strangers' homes, the feeling of abandonment, the emotional & physical abuse, the loneliness; never having a place to call home. Not knowing if you will be in the same city the next week; let alone the same school. It's impossible to make friends when you change schools three times in one year. Besides, how can you explain to vicious teenagers that you live in a foster home because you were abused and the state took you away?
Holidays are the worst. My foster families had their 'own' kids as well, and well spoiled they were! You sit alone in a corner, trying to take the absolute slowest amount of time in opening every small gift while trying to choke back your memories of your family, no matter the dysfunction. You will totally break down if you have to sit there for another hour with nothing more to open, watching the 'real family' celebrate their holiday with mounds of gifts.
White Oleander is the only movie that I have ever watched in my entire life that mirrored my own life. When the movie was released in 2002, I would have been 20 years old, the same age as Astrid in the end. Maybe I didn't get shot, but mental abuse is just as ruthless in it's damage as physical.
White Oleander is the only movie that I have ever watched in my entire life that mirrored my own life. When the movie was released in 2002, I would have been 20 years old, the same age as Astrid in the end. Maybe I didn't get shot, but mental abuse is just as ruthless in it's damage as physical.
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