Zucchini has been on a waiting list to see a psychiatrist for nine months. After a previous home took her off of medication they did not see a need for, she has been waiting nine months to see a psychiatrist and get back on medication.
Since March of this year.
This March? Pumpkin’s mom was barely two months pregnant. Now he’s smiling and babbling away.
This March? We hadn’t yet even gone to our first foster parent meeting or filled out any paperwork. Since then, we’ve attended new parent orientation, completed classes, had several home study visits, gotten fingerprinted, licensed, received three phone calls, and have a baby.
Zucchini has some pretty big behaviors, that she is being asked to deal with on her own. She is punished for these behaviors and not really given support to help her be able to control them.
Sadder than that, is that her life is being decided. Without her.
We may not be able to parent a child with these behaviors. They may just be over our head. They scare me to my core. They may take too much of a toll on us individually, on me with my depression, on us as a couple. We may need to say no.
But, if this system had helped this little girl get the treatment she so desperately needed nine months ago, what would her behavior be like now? Because something in the system is so messed up, this little girl may soon be considered “unadoptable.”
As a person who fought for so long to get the treatment I needed, you bet this mama bear is going to fight to help Zucchini get the treatment she needs. In our house or not, I want her to have a life full of options.