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I definately have huge blank spots...
I remember seeing the social worker before court. My social worker had left with no goodbye, I had a new one who didn't pretend to give a crap about me, I remember telling her how the birthfather was giving me a hard time about something and she was far from sympathetic. I remember going into the closed courtroom. There was a judge, my social worker, maybe someone else? court clerk? I remember grey walls, grey carpet, big tables...I remember the judge asking me if I was coerced yada yada. That's all I remember. I don't remember going there, I don't remember coming home. I don't remember signing anything.
hugs to you all.
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