Post by Twichpaw on Aug 31, 2010 13:04:30 GMT -8
: Warning there might be some language in here, and a little strange stuff, and this is all true.
Part 2.
My new life awaited me. I was 13 years old, and just coming to an end of juvie. I was told when I was released I would not be going back to my mother. My dad had been dead for some time. My anut and my uncle where very strict, and very religious. They had a two year old baby girl. And i was told my the authority's that I would be living with them.
The day arrived, and they came to pick me up from the center, and took my to my new home. There was nothing out of place, they have been catereing to a baby girl. They introduced me to the girl, and told me I would now be her older brother. They took me to my room, and it was all done out in nursury colors, and a changeing table.
I started to protest that the room was to babyish for me,
" Well you beter get used to it, because we know you still wet the bed, in our eyes your still a child. They sat me down, aand told me what was going to happen. I was going to have to abide to the rules, of there daughter. " We are trying to get her dry thru the night, if she wakes up dry, we let her where pants for the rest of the day, but if se doesnt, she wheres a pull-up for the rst of the day. This rule applys to you aswell. You will go to bed at 7:00 PM, and ready for bed at 6:00 PM. No TV after 6:00 PM. The dress code of the house is, if you ar unfourtunate to where a pull-up thruout the day, that is all you will where.
We dont belive in disposable pull-ups, so you will be whereing cloth pull-ups, and plastic pants. Also if we go out as a family, you will be required to where a pull-up, and long pants. Oh most occasions you will be put in a stroler so we can keep an eye on you. I COULD NOT BELIVE WHAT I WAS HEARRING ! But this was the life I was going to have to get used to
They actily took me to buy some cloths whereing a pull-up, just to make shure it fit me. I was small for my age, so they bought me cloths to fit a 10 year old. They where pritty babyish, and I just wanted to scream !
There was one very embarrassing occasion, My foster moms mother and law looked after me for the day, and desited she wanted to go to the local park. The problem was she said there where no sutable clothes for me to where. So she changed my pull-up, and put a pair of yellow plastic pants on me, and they MATCHED MY T-SHIRT !!! She straped me into a buggy, and went off to the park.
We stoped for a while so she could read her book, I was getting restless in this buggy, I just wanted to get out and run around. She was getting angry with me for not being able to stop moving. She made me a bottle of milk and she ordered me to drink it. She turned me around too watch two boys playing football I think, they loked about my age.
Just then when the ball was coming my direction, I paniced, I dident want these boys to see me like this. I beged her to take me for a walk, but then she said when you finish my milk we can go. But it was too late. The boy had come over to pick up the boy. I think he wondered why the kid was drinking from the bottle, and whereing a pull-up. The she told then He had been a bad boy, and this is the only way I con look after him. The other boy came over, and started to laugh.
This is why my life could be beter in Juvie.
This is a true story.
Part 2.
My new life awaited me. I was 13 years old, and just coming to an end of juvie. I was told when I was released I would not be going back to my mother. My dad had been dead for some time. My anut and my uncle where very strict, and very religious. They had a two year old baby girl. And i was told my the authority's that I would be living with them.
The day arrived, and they came to pick me up from the center, and took my to my new home. There was nothing out of place, they have been catereing to a baby girl. They introduced me to the girl, and told me I would now be her older brother. They took me to my room, and it was all done out in nursury colors, and a changeing table.
I started to protest that the room was to babyish for me,
" Well you beter get used to it, because we know you still wet the bed, in our eyes your still a child. They sat me down, aand told me what was going to happen. I was going to have to abide to the rules, of there daughter. " We are trying to get her dry thru the night, if she wakes up dry, we let her where pants for the rest of the day, but if se doesnt, she wheres a pull-up for the rst of the day. This rule applys to you aswell. You will go to bed at 7:00 PM, and ready for bed at 6:00 PM. No TV after 6:00 PM. The dress code of the house is, if you ar unfourtunate to where a pull-up thruout the day, that is all you will where.
We dont belive in disposable pull-ups, so you will be whereing cloth pull-ups, and plastic pants. Also if we go out as a family, you will be required to where a pull-up, and long pants. Oh most occasions you will be put in a stroler so we can keep an eye on you. I COULD NOT BELIVE WHAT I WAS HEARRING ! But this was the life I was going to have to get used to
They actily took me to buy some cloths whereing a pull-up, just to make shure it fit me. I was small for my age, so they bought me cloths to fit a 10 year old. They where pritty babyish, and I just wanted to scream !
There was one very embarrassing occasion, My foster moms mother and law looked after me for the day, and desited she wanted to go to the local park. The problem was she said there where no sutable clothes for me to where. So she changed my pull-up, and put a pair of yellow plastic pants on me, and they MATCHED MY T-SHIRT !!! She straped me into a buggy, and went off to the park.
We stoped for a while so she could read her book, I was getting restless in this buggy, I just wanted to get out and run around. She was getting angry with me for not being able to stop moving. She made me a bottle of milk and she ordered me to drink it. She turned me around too watch two boys playing football I think, they loked about my age.
Just then when the ball was coming my direction, I paniced, I dident want these boys to see me like this. I beged her to take me for a walk, but then she said when you finish my milk we can go. But it was too late. The boy had come over to pick up the boy. I think he wondered why the kid was drinking from the bottle, and whereing a pull-up. The she told then He had been a bad boy, and this is the only way I con look after him. The other boy came over, and started to laugh.
This is why my life could be beter in Juvie.
This is a true story.