Where are they going?
By Vonia Martin
In these times of social distancing and mandatory isolation of families there are those that have no family, no home to go to. What is being done for these kids? Are we forgetting about them? How terrified they must be right now even more than usual. How can we reach out to them when they probably have no access to the internet and we are suppose to practice distancing?
My goal to cut the number of kids aging out of the system every year in half this may or may not become realized due to this virus. Not exactly how envisioned accomplishing this goal or how I envisioned failing. This virus will either kill enough of them that my goal will be realized or will kill enough adults that the foster care system will collapse, leaving these kids on their own.
It would be easy for society to just forget about them, let them fend for themselves but that would be a huge mistake.
If anyone out there has a ranch or farm with buildings and/or tents, RVs, and/or land to build more on, please open your facilities to these children because they have no one and no place to go. If I had my own place I would take you all in, I would build a small city for you to live in. I would teach you all I know and learn from you what you know.
As a whole person, you are scared. As a wanted person, you are with loved ones, your family. As a person with people you are wanted, valued. Well, as a disposable person you are not wanted because you're a liability. No one wants to risk exposing their family to a deadly virus?
Now that all the malls are shut down maybe we could open a few to house these children or turn them into hospitals or animal shelters.
All I know is that these children must be terrified right now. If any of you are out there reading this, hang in there, I haven't forgotten you, I love you so please, please don't go killing yourselves over this. Try to hang in there, I'll find a way to reach you. Keep looking for signs telling you where to go. My initials are VM it will look like a monitored heart beat the way I write it, in one continuous motion, so you'll know it's me.
My Mom gave me up when I was six. I was adopted when I was twelve only to be disowned three years later. I aged out of the system in Arizona. I spent the majority of my childhood in foster care. I know what it's like to be unwanted by everyone, except those that want to use you and take advantage of you. All the while making you feel like you owe them for putting up with you. They want to make you feel obligated to them so they can use you and you will let them. Try to avoid these people, they will help you but it will cost you more then you have.
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