Child Protection Services ripoff abusive dishonest money hungry Houston Texas

my name is erica and i am a former "ward of the state" AKA foster child. now my story is a lil bit long and alot dramatic. I wanted everyone to know that cps does not have a childs needs in mind. its all about the money.

when i was 16 yrs old i was put in foster care because my parents where abusice, i was abused and put into the hospital and then later abandoned by my own flesh and blood. i was put in the hospital with multiple contusions..to the legs and arms, laserations to the neck and face, black eye, contusions to my spinal cord, black eye, and so on and so forth.because my parents abandoned me in the hospital, afraid to pick me up, not wanting to deal with police, or any charges.

about 3 oclock in the morning, the hospital called cps stating that i was an abandoned abused child, in which unfortunately I was. that morning cps came to pick me up, and continued to take me to juvenile, as for some reason was treated as a criminal. the caseworker knowing of my injuries, i could stand barely, i had to walk with a walker, i could not lift my arms, bend, or pretty much move period. continuing on, she shoved me in the backseat of a 2 door car, screaming in agonizing pain. so her sidekick could sit in the front, hitting every bump (i felt EVERYTHING) on the way there, tears rolling down my face. after being traumatized they put me in a juvenile cell with a concrete bed, a toilet, and a sliding glass door. like I had done something wrong, I didnt do anything wrong, it was my parents who were the criminals, not me. I had to sleep on that bed with no blanket, completely mystified by how they were treating me. when they picked me up from juvie, once again shoving me into the back of a 2 door car...so once again her sidekick could sit in front. they took me to a office and made me talk into a mirror asking if I knew what the truth was, of course I did, I didnt put myself here, it was just the circumstances I was in. then they took me too court...and took my parents rights away. which I had no problem with, I felt safer that way...I was not the criminal. In agony from standing up and sleeping and being on countless numbers of medications...they continued to poke a prod stories out of me, which I was traumatized, in excruciating pain, and just didnt wanna be bothered. they should have understood this but no. they continue on.

I was then placed into a shelter in which we were known as "shelter kids" no name. we werent allowed into a store, because of course we would steal, we were slum, we were put on bith control...because of course all foster children have sex. its a unwritten rule. we werent allowed out side or even allowed to lay on the couch to watch tv, including me with an injured back I had to watch tv from the floor.

furthermore, in the shelter I was there for three weeks...injured still...was forced to wake up every morning at 6, because i could not move they had to roll me out of bed. due to my injuries i was unable to take a shower by myself or change my clothes by myself, and none of the staff would even help me, but yet had fun making fun of me because i could not take a shower, or a bath. I would try to and just get caught in the bathroom in one position...i could barely even used the bathroom...because i couldnt sit.

further on 3 weeks later the shelter burns down with all my clothing, pictures, everything i had that meant a little bit to me gone. completely gone. and them refusing to give me any more clothes. I was taken to the "bear" room to pick out a shirt and some pants. my clothing voucher would not come in for 3 months. I had to wait.


after the shelter burned down they moved me into a foster home with mrs. caritina ruiz. I was forced to go to a psychiatrist 3 times a week...whom kept reminding me that I was a foster child, I was abandoned, my mother hated me, and anything else he could say to depress me to add on my medications...to cause my score go up ( in the system they have a score 1 is a child who does not need supervision and 5 being that they do, the more medication the higher the score the higher the score the more money caritina would get)a therapist every tuesday along with my physical therapy. caritina would constantly lie on her reports to make the childrens scores go up...saying a scratch on my hand was "self mutilation" I WOULD NEVER EVER...EVER...do that type of thing I love myself, yes i have been through some s**t...but i dont wanna die or mutilize myself. I was put on so much medication I had no personality. I just wasnt myself. so i stopped my medicine...cold turkey...causeing a breakdown...I had to get out I had to leave...when I turned 18 i packed a bag and left. I had to leave. they took all my things at the end...which didnt matter to me cause i had to get the hell out of there I wouldve rather been with my real parents than be there with them. now I need my records, I want to fight this case, for abuse and emotional damage . they refuse to give me any reports or the picture when i was in custody. what do i need to do to get my case heard

Erica
richardson, Texas
U.S.A.

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