I've been there.
My foster prents or "guardians" as I call them used to share information about me all of the time. They still do, actually.
I remember, destinctly, one time that made my blood boil. I was very active in theatre in high school... moreover I had a pretty good bond with my teacher. He was 23 and fresh out of college when he started to teach there, my junior year. So we're only about 5 years apart. Anyway... I used to spend time with him socially, outside of school. Ice cream or dinners after an especially long and taxing day of set building or directing or a rehearsal.
When he decided to get married he and the new misses wanted to buy a house. Well my "guardian" (still can't call her "Foster mom") was a Realestate Agent.
So... I gave him her number.
The next day he and I are putting tools away in his office and he said to me "So your guardian told me about you."
And I was floored. Beyond angry. I don't think I've ever really forgiven her for it. I mean, what right did she think she had? Honestly? This man was my friend. MINE. Before he was her client. Besides... it was MY story... not hers. It wasn't her stroy to tell.
For the record I was put into "foster care" when my parents died. I was 13. So... she told him, my teacher, the whole story about my parents.
*grrrrrr*
The problem is that I couldn't do anything about it. They were a very strict family and even though I was 17 they refused to have what I would call an "Adult" conversation with me. If they ever did something that upset/hurt my feelings I couldn't go to them and ask that they stopped. They would tell me that I was a child and they were the adult and I didn't have a right to question what they were doing/saying.
I hated ever minute of it.
Not saying I don't appreciate them sharing their home with me for 5 years until I was able to move out on my own. But... it's still MY story.
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