Got a call this morning from a DFPS office way outside of my county, from an unnamed worker, who left a vague message about needing to speak to me about SB. She didn’t answer when I called her back. I immediately went into panic mode, thinking some relative had popped up or something else awful was happening. I was shaking and couldn’t breathe.
She called me back just a bit ago. Turns out it is his adoption worker, whose name is different than the one I was originally given. She was just calling to get the ball rolling on his adoption. She’s coming out in nine days with his file, and to complete the paperwork. Her call was actually a very good thing, there was no need to freak out.
I think I have foster care PTSD.
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