When I was young, too young too completely remember, I was put in a foster home. My biological parents, Tricia Hoon and Steven Peitropaula, were drug addicts (Tricia was on crystal meth, Steven was on a variety of things). They were unfit to be parents, as they were constantly abusing me and my three siblings. They would leave us alone, with only Justice to care for us, for hours on end. One time, the only thing that Justice could find for us to eat was a bag of Top Ramen. Devin was hungry, so she started crunching it up on the floor for him. But Steven walked in as she was doing it. She said Devin was hungry, so Steven took Devin into the bathroom and was repeatedly hitting him, while Tricia sat by and watched. Eventually, we were put into a foster home called the Polinski Centre. Our grandmother, Susan Gregersen, came and got us. The necessity for this change was us being abused, and our lives were in the balance. In order for our survival, we had to change families. In the adoption home, I went through at least five different families, and was separated from my siblings, which was the worst part of everything. Eventually we came here, and completed the adoption process with my family. My true family. And I am happy now.
Greg the message I get from your comment in connection to the prompt is that in this case (most fortunately) necessity definitely motivated change. By the time your parents adopted you, it was absolutely necessary. This is an extreme example, thank you for sharing. We are all so thankful that your grandma took action!
When I was young, too young too completely remember, I was put in a foster home. My biological parents, Tricia Hoon and Steven Peitropaula, were drug addicts (Tricia was on crystal meth, Steven was on a variety of things). They were unfit to be parents, as they were constantly abusing me and my three siblings. They would leave us alone, with only Justice to care for us, for hours on end. One time, the only thing that Justice could find for us to eat was a bag of Top Ramen. Devin was hungry, so she started crunching it up on the floor for him. But Steven walked in as she was doing it. She said Devin was hungry, so Steven took Devin into the bathroom and was repeatedly hitting him, while Tricia sat by and watched. Eventually, we were put into a foster home called the Polinski Centre. Our grandmother, Susan Gregersen, came and got us. The necessity for this change was us being abused, and our lives were in the balance. In order for our survival, we had to change families. In the adoption home, I went through at least five different families, and was separated from my siblings, which was the worst part of everything. Eventually we came here, and completed the adoption process with my family. My true family. And I am happy now.
ReplyDeleteGreg the message I get from your comment in connection to the prompt is that in this case (most fortunately) necessity definitely motivated change. By the time your parents adopted you, it was absolutely necessary. This is an extreme example, thank you for sharing. We are all so thankful that your grandma took action!
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