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Originally Posted by Mike06
Why would any one be happy about being taken from family?
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I was left in an abusive home (4 different investigations by CPS, who never even asked me what I wanted) and everyone saw what was happening to me, and no one did anything to protect me.
I prayed every night that I would be taken away. I prayed I was adopted and this horrid family wasn't the only one I had that maybe there was another one out there. I used to hide at people's houses and refuse to come home. The bruises were bad enough I couldn't sit down.
I even ran away to my aunt's house down the road, and told my aunt I couldn't take it another minute, she calmed me down, then sent me back. Because she felt powerless to help me. Well how helpless and HOPELESS does that make ME feel, if no adult can make a difference???
As an adult, my mother has not gotten better. She tried to run me over 2 years ago. Everyone still thinks I need to just accept her for who she is.
When my sister started self destructing I knew I couldn't sit back and watch it. So I took my sister away and she lives with me now. My mom is too big of a coward or too lazy to come get her back. She knows I'd win in any court of law. So my sister is safe now, and happy, and well-adjusted for the most part. And she thanks me everyday for taking her away.
I ground her, and make her do chores and chew her out for bone-headed decisions.
And she's grateful, because she knows what life is like when parents DON'T put in any effort or care.
WE ARE "the kind of kids" that would be happy to have been taken away.....
And, I know now, that being left there to rot in hell as a child, is what allowed me to save my sister. I could take it, but she was dying.