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I don't know if it counts but when my dad and his wife gave me up to the state the state dumped me in a orphanage-type kind of place, and they have school there during the day. I was denied an interpreter for school for the most part of my 3-year stay there, in fact I was completely denied an interpreter for everything. I was the only deaf kid there, and for the most part of the stay I did not ever see another single deaf person ever, as the place was very secluded. Towards the end I was able to take the place to court and sue for an interpreter, during which I was finally granted one, but it was a waste of time anyway because it was almost the end of my stay there and I was then moved to a Deaf foster home 4 blocks away from the state school for the Deaf. They really should have just placed me in that Deaf foster home in the beginning and placed me in the state school for the deaf in the beginning but they didn't. I guess the county foster care agency just doesn't care at all and just wanted to save money so they dumped me there - I was told by the staff that worked there that the place is actually a dumping ground for unwanted children. The only reason I was ever moved from the "orphanage" to the Deaf foster home was because my case file was given to a private Catholic foster care agency when the county became overloaded with cases of too many foster children, and they sent a real nice social worker to see me, and she asked me what I wanted to do. I told her, "I want out of this hellhole, I want to be in a foster home with people that signs, and I want to go to the school for the Deaf". Within six months of meeting her, I was eventually moved to the Deaf foster home, and it was so nice. But unfortunately, living at the orphanage had such a big impact on me that it eventually ended up affecting all areas of my life eventually in the form of PTSD, and I am not going to say any more because it is too personal. I'll leave it to your imagination.


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