
There is a powerful quote from the movie
Magnolia: "You might be through with the past, but the past is not through with you..."
During my involvement in
Foster Care Alumni of America, certain people and situations come up from time to time that remind me of my past...
When I first aged out of foster care, I started college.
The year was 1989; I was sixteen years old. I had never been trained in independent living skills. I didn't know how to cook or budget or drive.
But, worst of all, I had no 'common sense.'
Common sense isn't born into most people. It is something that your mother or father teaches you.
And so, lacking all common sense, during my second year in college when I was 17 years old, I had a roommate named "Janice" (not her real name). We knew each other from an earlier group home.
Janice was hard as nails on the outside, with a fragile and broken interior that it seemed like only I could see.
I tried to rescue her, but I couldn't save her from her worst enemy: herself.
I couldn't keep her from numbing out on sex and drugs, becoming a prisoner to both, stealing to feed her habit, eroding her own conscience -- and eventually stealing from me.
Six months later, when I was broke and homeless, and she had stolen my last $50, I realized that I had to cut ties with her. I had to find a way to survive, and get back on my feet again. I needed to finish college, earn a graduate degree, establish a career, and build a future for myself.
So, I finally left Janice to sink or swim for herself. But she didn't make it. She sank like a stone.
Her life is a cautionary tale: Janice became a stripper, had several children out of wedlock and was eventually murdered by one of her 'clients.' Her children were placed in foster care. Did I mention that Janice's mother had been a prostitute? And, so the cycle repeated all over again.
It broke my heart to find out what had happened to her.
It was January 1996 when the story came out in the papers. I was in graduate school at the time. I was wracked by survivor guilt.
I blamed myself for not giving her another chance. And so I became the Lisa that I am today. The Lisa who always wants to give people in and from foster care one more chance...
Sometimes that means that I get taken advantage of.
And so, as an adult, I have to force myself to set limits with other people. This can be the hardest lesson. The book Boundaries has been invaluable to me.
Because there is a person in my life right now who is hard as nails on the outside, but through that shell, I can see a fragile interior. I can see the many times she has been wounded. I can tell the outlines of the scars.
And yet, she has been taking advantage of me - and I have to confront the situation, both for myself and for this other person. It's not healthy for either one of us.