I’ll start with a disclaimer. I am not the parent of a child with special needs. I don’t have any training in that regard, either. However, my husband and I fostered two children who had suffered tremendous abuse at the hands of their parents for their entire lives. The physical and
emotional scars made them children with special needs. I’m sure we made many mistakes, but somehow these lovely people survived and are thriving in their adult lives. I thought it might be helpful to someone considering fostering traumatized children to know what our foster children, now that they are adults, think you should know.
It breaks my heart when my foster daughter (I’ll call her Charlie for privacy) tells me about her constant anxiety and sense of “fight or flight” after she and her brother (I’ll call him Mike) were taken from their abusive home. “Fear was our worst enemy,” she told me. I admit to her now, although I didn’t then, that I was full of fear myself.
We did not set out to become foster parents. I don’t think it ever crossed our minds that we should bring traumatized kids into our home. We were happy with our two active and successful children. We were busy. We didn’t think we needed more children in our home, but God had other plans. These two children were relatives of people we knew, and an attempted foster care placement had been unsuccessful. My husband was on-board immediately because he is just a better person than I. He worked very hard to convince me that this was the right thing to do, and I eventually—and reluctantly—agreed. What a blessing that decision became!
We had Charlie in our home for three-and-a-half years, from ages 15 to 19. Mike was initially with us for one year, from age 11 to 12. For reasons that don’t need to be discussed here, we needed to separate the siblings for a while. Mike lived in three other places between his two times with us. For the most part, they were good experiences. He came back to us again for his junior and senior years of high school and has since shared many of his thoughts with us. Charlie is now 29, and Mike is 25. These are the things they want you to know:
1 – Protection is essential.
It was obvious how full of fear our kids were. They had been abused by the people who were supposed to love and protect them, and they had no idea whom they could trust. Even after their parents went to jail, they were still afraid that something might happen and they might be sent back to live with them. Fortunately, they had found adults they could trust at the children’s home where they spent the first few months after their rescue. Charlie remembers having to make the decision for herself and her brother if they wanted to live with us. It was a particularly difficult decision because she felt responsible for her brother’s well-being. Even after moving in with us, she was still unsure if we were trustworthy. We needed to make it clear that we would protect them. To allay their fears, we actually used the words “you are safe here, and we will protect you.” Then we let it go and waited for trust to grow.
It also helped to show them that we were on their side. Their parents had managed to manipulate many people for many years into thinking that they were innocent. The kids needed us to believe them and to be in their corner. Charlie remembers: “They stood up for me in court against my parents and made sure I never had to go through that horror again.”
2 – Give them privacy.
This is huge because it’s so natural to want kids to open up so that we can be supportive. We want so much to hear their stories, to let them know that they are safe, and to wrap them in our arms. No matter how curious you or others might be about the trauma the children endured, however, remember that you are their foster parent and not their psychologist. We had great counselors who came to our home to meet with the kids. Our dog even functioned well as an untrained therapy dog. The counselors listened to the kids and helped them with their emotional needs. We waited. Sometimes, it was hard to wait, especially
when Charlie crawled out of her bedroom window only to sit in the limbs of the big tree in our backyard. She needed space to grieve, but it was hard to leave her be.
I realized giving her privacy was the best thing we could have done when she said later, “They did not make me open up to them about my past, but as time went on with them in their home, I chose to open up and tell my story.”
Mike says, “As much as you want to know the details of what happened, it isn’t a good idea to ask the kid. Ask the social worker if you really need to know, but understand that the child probably doesn’t want to talk.”
Mike had a terrific therapist who was able to help him work through many issues, and he did not need us for that. He also did not need us to be his friends. He tells me that he does feel connections with friends who have been through trauma because you really can’t understand it unless you’ve lived it. We hadn’t lived it, so we couldn’t be those special friends for him. What he needed was for us to be parents. So be patient and don’t feel like you need to know everything.
3 – Let them be normal.
When our foster children came to live with us, we had two biological children at home. It was obvious that the new kids were different and perhaps needed to be treated differently. We tried as hard as we could to recognize and acknowledge the differences without making a big deal out of them and while trying to treat them the same way we treated the other children. Part of that included giving them the chance to try and perhaps to fail at many things they previously had been denied. Charlie played sports and took horseback riding lessons. Both kids went to church camp. We encouraged Mike’s interest in photography and computers. These choices cost a lot of money, much more money than the government gave us, but it was money well-spent, even if they quit the activity quickly. These experiences made them feel normal. They made them feel like part of the family and like we cared about them the same way we cared about our other children.
Charlie said, “For once in my life I was not scared to be a normal kid. I was given freedoms that I never had before, like being able to go to school and learn to drive. I was able to go places and have the fun that I never had before. They never once made me feel like I was different because of my trauma and what had happened to me as a child. Instead, they just loved me more.”
Along with giving them a chance at normal experiences, they needed to deal with natural consequences for poor behavior as well. When Charlie started driving, she got a ticket for making a left turn out of the school parking lot. She was terrified to tell us about it. Even though she had already been with us for two years, she had been so conditioned to expect abuse that she truly thought we might beat her or withhold food from her. Knowing that this was in the back of her mind, it was tempting to just pay the ticket and let it go without any consequences. We did not do that, nor did we overreact. She was so happy not to be abused that she gladly took the small consequences we gave, and she learned to take responsibility for her actions.
Another time, Charlie cheated on a test and was kicked out of a school program that had been very important to her. I did not try to fix it for her. I told her she had to suffer through the results of her actions. I did try to protect her reputation though. I contacted her teacher to explain that she had never been to school and was not taught right from wrong at home. She was still learning. It was a difficult time for Charlie, but at least she knew I was still on her side. At one point, Mike was in a home where the parents had specialized training to deal with his emotional needs. He says they mostly did a good job but that he never felt like part of the family the way he did with us. They were so focused on following the rules of the specific program that they often forgot to or were unwilling to treat him like he mattered as a person and not just an obligation. From his perspective, they loved their biological child but thought of him (Mike) as a burden and maybe even as a source of income. This situation leads me to my next piece of advice:
4 – Public acknowledgement that this child belongs to you will go a long way toward helping them heal.
Even if the child is going to be with you for a short time, including him or her as part of your family will make the child feel less awkward and afraid. This is even more important if the situation is like Mike’s was where the family with whom he lived were a different race. It wasn’t that they were racist or didn’t like him as much because of the color of his skin. It was just that they did not take the opportunity in public situations to fold him into their family, to say to people who may have looked at them strangely, “Yes, he is my kid!”
Mike needs my husband and me to say those words to him even now that he is all grown up. He is about to get married, and we offered to pay for a rehearsal dinner and a few other things to help out. He hadn’t expected us to offer, but we told him, “Mike, you’re our kid!” The proclamation that we claim his as our own still brings him to grateful tears.
5 – Find a way to control your emotions.
This is the area where I made the most mistakes. Mike was a difficult child. He wanted to do what he wanted to do when he wanted to do it. I tend to have a quick temper. Our two personalities were definitely at odds sometimes. My biological kids knew me well enough to know that even if I yelled at them about something, I still loved them. They knew Mom was angry, and they fixed their behavior. The one time I became frustrated and yelled at Mike, his immediate response was to sink to the floor and lift his hands above his head in a defensive movement. I stopped in my tracks, promised I would never hurt him, and apologized for yelling. What a wake-up call!
However, the fact remained that there were times I needed to vent my emotions. My best friend refused to speak to me for two days because I said something publicly at church about Mike’s behavior. Please don’t make that mistake. Find a trusted friend and share your frustrations privately in an atmosphere where that friend can encourage you without the whole world knowing what is up.
6 - Model healthy behavior.
Yes, we needed to be parents to our traumatized foster children. They needed our love, our protection, and our respect. But it was also our responsibility to show them how to be healthy people.
Mike knows that his father did not treat him as a father should and did not show him how a man should behave. Thank God, Mike had two great foster dads who took on that role for him. It still means the world to him today that he had these two amazing yet completely different foster dads who cared for him in ways his biological father had failed him. He strives to emulate their Christian behavior, their moral strength, and their compassion toward others.
Charlie is married and has three children of her own. She looks to our marriage and parenting style to help her along the way. We were the model of a loving family that she did not experience in the first 15 years of her life.
Our bio children turned out to be masterful at this modeling thing. Without even knowing it, they became the examples of happy and successful people that Charlie and Mike needed. Although they still get on each other’s nerves from time to time, the four of them have remained friends and true siblings. One of the greatest joys of my life has been watching them participate in one another’s weddings. I have a beautiful photo of my daughter on her wedding day with Charlie, who was six months pregnant at the time. The caption on the photo came from Charlie: “Today, I got to be in my sister’s wedding. I’m so happy!” That little baby now calls me Grandma. What joy!
Finally, and most importantly: Show them Jesus and pray for them!
Before we agreed to take in these kids, we made sure the social workers knew that we were a church-going family and that we expected to take the foster kids to church with us. Thank God they never rebelled against this. Even when Mike lived with other people, he still attended our church. We never made a big deal out of church attendance being a rule. I think if we had, the kids probably wouldn’t have liked it. Church attendance and family prayer and devotions were simply a part of our everyday lives, like having dinner together and attending one another’s life events. Forgiveness became a huge topic of conversation in our home. We talked about how Charlie and Mike would someday be able to forgive their parents because Jesus had forgiven them. We constantly told them they were loved and forgiven by God even if no one in the world ever treated them with love.
And we prayed–with them, for them, in front of them, away from them. We prayed, and God answered our prayers even in the most difficult days.
In the end, we were God’s instruments of love to two traumatized children. It all worked out. I pray that it will work out for you as well. Don’t let fear be your worst enemy. In Charlie’s words, “I wanted to be loved and cared for and protected from my past. I finally felt safe and loved, and at the time that was all I needed.” I suspect that is all any of us needs.