NO-ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION
I have to keep this one short, because it's just an inkling.
Our new placement, Glenn, has been with us a couple of weeks and is settling in.
And then again he isn't.
And the ways in which he isn't settling in leads me to an unsettling thought.
In fostering, usually, the child finds it difficult to fit into the foster family and that's no surprise, what with what they've been through.
One of their fears is that the break-up of their real family was their fault. It's heartbreaking when you find out, for example, that a six-year-old child whose family fell to pieces thinks that it was his fault because he didn't keep himself clean enough.
The above case actually happened with us; the poor boy blurted out that he'd tried everything he could to make the family work; washed his hands 'til they were red before every meal, cleaned his teeth for five minutes after every meal, washed his face and combed his hair with water, you name it. But still the arguments, the drinking, the different people in his mother's bed.
All his fault for not keeping himself tidy enough.
Back to Glenn. He has depression, but it's low-level and manageable, if it wasn't he'd be in specialist care. He is an older foster child, more fully-formed than the average, stronger, less likely to be accepting of new ways of thinking and being.
We (other half and me) are learning his ways and sit up in bed most nights discussing what to do to help.
We know we have to be on our toes with Glenn because we are learning the little things that unsettle him.
We are wondering how much he requires unsettledness.
It's difficult asking him abut himself. Fostered children often clam up when you ask anything about their past or the way they feel. They can make you feel like you're the Spanish Inquisition.
The thing that's in our mind is that maybe, just maybe, in Glenn's case, he did contribute somehow to the deterioration of things in his real home.
Having your own children is not plain sailing by any stretch of the imagination, especially nowadays in that we don't have extended families round the corner, mums have to go out to work, childminding can be expensive, and childhood seems to end around the time children reach double figures, or sooner.
I imagine the burden of bringing up children is sometimes a nail in the coffin of some people's attempts at happy families. After all it's the hardest job and the one with most responsibility that any of us ever do, and yet it's the one thing nobody gets trained or taught how to do.
The job at hand for us right now is to be alert to Glenn trying to unconsciously re-create the home life he was used to, one of trouble and strife.
So we've got two things in our mind now that Glenn is here;
One; did he play a part in the breakdown of his real family?
Two; is he unconsciously trying to lead us towards similar chaos?
And Three, three things, (God I'm starting the Spanish Inquisition sketch from Monty Python), the Third thing is; Do we let him be or try to turn him round?
No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.