I was living with my foster mother and father from 17 years old to 19 years old. There was always drama happening in that foster home and I always got blamed for things when it wasn’t my fault. My foster father was a lay back kind of dad, he had a job during the day and he watched tv at night to chill out for the night in the living room. My foster mother loved to get her nails done and she loved to watch tv too. She always blamed me for things that I didn’t do and she always cause arguments between my foster sister’s and I. My foster sisters did a lot of inappropriate things and did drugs while I was there. I got my first job when i was 17 years old as a dishwasher at Salad Works. Then when I was 18, I got my second job at a nursing home as a dietary aide. I had two jobs and I was going to high school called Roosevelt Campus of Norristown High School. I worked on my dietary job after school and I had my salad works job on the weekends. Then, my dietary job wanted me to work weekends too so I quit my salad works job and became a full employee at the nursing home. I really loved my dietary job, had to be my favorite job to have.
I was going in and out of the mental hospital between 17 to 19 years old, all because of me overdosing and writing suicide notes. Luckily, I didn’t lose my job from it and my boss was very understanding of my mental state. Then I quit the dietary job and started working at McDonalds which I was threaten there to be beat up by one of the employees. So I quite that job and started working at Dunkin Donuts. Until, there was a situation that my foster father was doing a very inappropriate thing in the room I was sharing with my foster sister. I was at work and my great uncle was on call on my computer through skype. My foster father came into the room and started to smell my foster sister’s underwear, my great uncle got it on video. Once I was home, my great uncle told me about my foster father and I didn’t believe him at first. then my great uncle send me the video and I saw it with my own eyes. I started to freak out inside and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t told anyone for two days until the situation really was bothering me and I told my children and youth caseworker about it. I send her the video and she saw it herself.
My access services caseworker and children and youth caseworker were going to take all of us foster children out of the house. My foster mother found out and started to yell at me and I ran away and overdosed. I was taken to the hospital through ambulance and I was admitted to Horizon House. While i was at Horizon House, my children and youth caseworker found a residential place for me called Yale House. I did an interview with the staff of Yale House and I was accepted into Yale House. that was my home for a year.