I’VE made two firm friends since I started fostering, both
of whom are also foster carers. Before I fostered I had not made any real
friends since my schooldays, to be honest. Once you get onto the merry-go-round
of dating and having a family there doesn’t seem to be much of a place for
making friends. I was close to a number of other young mums when my first baby
came along, and I made a few new acquaintances at the school railings too, but
they were flash in the pan.
I’M still in regular contact with
several lifelong friends from school (Facebook!), and my new fostering
friendships have a similarly good feeling about them. Basically, we share all
our experiences in fostering which is more than just very enjoyable – it helps,
big time.
HERE’S a classic example.
WHEN IT ALL GOES QUIET
IT’S always a big day when a new
child arrives. You’ve gone through the process - the call from Blue Sky’s
placement team outlining the child’s situation, the email with all their
background and their likes and dislikes, you hoover the spare bedroom, get it
looking neat but homely, put on a nice outfit (neat but homely again!) then sit
looking out of the front window, waiting.
THE car pulls up, the social
worker gets out, and you get your first glimpse of the new member of your family.
They always look so vulnerable and frightened, your heart goes out to them.
THEN you usually have a meeting
of about an hour or so going through more background stuff, showing them their
room and the bathroom, and explaining a few rules.
THEN the social worker leaves!
And it’s just you, your family, and this young stranger. You eat tea together,
usually very quietly, and watch a bit of TV together, always a bit awkward for
example if Eastenders is on and there’s a shouting match, or the news comes on
and there’s an unpleasant story. Then they go to bed. It all goes quiet.
THEN for some reason you just get
desperate to TELL SOMEONE.
YOU can’t call Blue Sky’s Out Of
Hours service, that’s for emergencies.
YOU can’t phone any old friend
because you can’t discuss your fostering placement outside fostering out of respect
for the child’s privacy.
SO I phone a fostering friend,
and basically have a good long natter. When the shoe is on the other foot, and
they call me, I know how much good it does them to offload all the grief
they’ve built up inside, hearing about what’s happened to the child that’s
ended them up in fostering. Every story is totally, totally unique, and it’s
more gripping than Eastenders, and more relevant than the news. It’s your own real
life.
THE watchword is confidentiality,
and Blue Sky know the value of the carer network, they often quietly say to
carers “You get on well with x don’t you, why not meet up for coffee?”
SHARING the ups and downs of
fostering with someone who also fosters is priceless. No offence to all the
professionals I’ve met in fostering (let me see, that would be social workers,
health and safety, local authority officials, nurses, guardians, teachers,
solicitors, policemen and women, doctors, maybe others too many mention!), but
it’s only when you are with a friend who also fosters that you feel you are
with someone who’s been there and got the T shirt.
HAVING said that, it’s horses for
courses, and I know a few Blue Sky foster carers who keep themselves to
themselves, there’s even one who I call the mystery carer because I only ever
met this person once at my First Aid training session (which is compulsory,
every three years), and she told me it would probably be the only time we’d
meet (ie every 3 years!) because she liked a low profile, and didn’t like
talking about fostering.
SO each to their own.
I personally would talk about
nothing else but fostering if I could, as long as walls don’t have ears.
BYE for today, and happy
fostering.
The Secret Foster Carer
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