It's a direct speech of the girl who was brought to the orphanage, though she was NOT an orphan. She did have her family and her native Mom. But CPS decided that she was too bad to bring her daughter up, and they took her away....
Authorities and mass-media can dispute and discuss this question endlessly, but all these people were brought up in their families! Noone was taken away from his or her home and brought to orphanages. Noone.
Can they feel what those kids feel?
Can they know what those kids think?
Can they decide their destinies without asking their opinion?...
I saw this loud voice of the girl in the comments to one of the articles about CPS.
It touched my heart deeply.
I won't change anything, let it be her direct speech.
Like a bright example of the CPS evil that breaks people and their lives.
I’ll say it as a child who was once removed from her family and placed in an orphanage.
Why did you (she is saying it to CPS and authoprities) decide that it’s better for us to live in an orphanage or with adopted parents?
Who are you, good arbiters of children's destinies?
Yes, our father died and our mother drank much alcochol, it was hard for her to take her new life, but this was OUR family, given to us by God.
Mother had deep depression, but we (me and my little sister) studied excellently, cooked food, cleaned the house by ourselves and LOVED our mother.
And the state, instead of helping us to treat her, instead of supporting us, broke our family and deprived us of our native mother.
This is not deprivation of parental rights, it is deprivation of children's rights to be happy in their family!
This is not a punishment for negligent parents, this is a punishment for children. This is the main psychological trauma for me.
Looking at our drinking mother, we understood that this is how we don’t want to live and won’t live, but in the orphanage we had a better chance of drinking, smoking, and becoming poor.
I will always remember the predatory faces of women who looked at us through the glass at the hospital where we were quarantined before being sent to an orphanage.
I will never forget how one of them wanted to get my little sister, and they persuaded me to write a refusal from the younger one, they said: "She will have her own room and a piano".
But all we needed was our mom!
We didn't need a better life, we were satisfied with our life.
But who asked us?
Fortunately, our dear aunt from Uzbekistan came for us and took custody of us, otherwise I don’t know what life and future we would get there.
And remember: I received the most important psychological trauma when I ended up in an orphanage from people who treated me like a commodity!
This is where the real hell of this life is.