All of my children had birth parents who couldn’t or didn’t want to care for them or never knew of their existence. Hope was adopted by somebody else who couldn’t/wouldn’t deal with her severe mental illness. My kids had been screwed long before they were mine. My oldest RAD (26) also has FASD. We may not meet your standards, but we meet our commitment. 20,000 to 30,000 teenagers age out of foster care every year, with no family to fall back on. The last thing society needs is more kids aging out of foster care with no support. My children are not neuro-typical. Fortunately, they have someone who makes sure they get the services they need as adults.They have love, treatment, and a family that doesn’t disappear on their eighteenth birthday.
That may not seem like much to you, but compared to the children never adopted, they have it all.
To those you have shown so much kindness and caring; Hope has been on edge but so far we have managed to keep things contained. Hope enjoyed her picnic at school today. GB loved her end of the year gymnastics and Hope held it together for the whole 40 minutes. A success for today.