Moving from family to family for a short amount of time was normal to me, almost like going on a mini holiday just with people you don’t know.
Now being a kid who went through quite a lot there were times where I was really happy and also times where I was really low, I’ve been homeless and slept on the street so many times I can’t actually remember the total. Searching for food in bins and outside restaurants was normal, waking up in a park in someone’s garden or alleyway was normal. once my mother drank herself to sleep and KO,d on a park bench, now it must’ve been really late at night as it was pitch black outside apart from the light I had from lampposts dotted around. I remember it was soooo cold I couldn’t sleep so I went to play in the park on the swings which was just a few feet away from my mum and if it wasn’t for that kind couple walking their Labrador puppy finding me, Christ knows what could’ve happened, anyway they called the police and we were taken to the station which was great because finally we had somewhere warm to sleep, within 24 hours I was put back into care.
It’s so sad because my mother was obviously struggling yet she wasn’t getting any help from anyone, You’d think that someone would have stepped In but no one did, she was literally screaming out for help but not her family or anyone else around her seem to care.