I came across this blog through a facebook friend who was posting about it so others could see how hard life is for her adopted children. As I read it, I saw myself being described. Not all of it, not the sweats and the fetal position, not now-in the past when I was a teen, yes, but not now.
It's a heavy subject and there are cuss words in it. If you don't want to read those, then don't go to the link. If you've ever been a victim at the hands of someone else, then maybe you can relate too. I Was a Foster Kid I wasn't a foster kid, this was in my own family. Imagine how confusing that was!