Tales of love and hate
Relatively little is known about the experience of disabled
children who have been fostered and adopted. But in an investigation for
Disability Now Annie Makoff discovers a mixed bag of experiences from
the abusive and Dickensian to stories of love and liberation
The British Association of Adoption and Fostering (BAAF) estimate that
as of March 2011, 65,520 children were under the care of the local
authorities, and of these, 56 per cent were boys and 41 per cent were
girls.
Yet when it comes to disabled children, we have no such statistics. At
best, the Fostering Network estimate that around one quarter of
looked-after children have a disability or multiple disabilities.
Twenty-seven-year-old Tara Hewitt who has a hearing impairment was one of these children.
Deaf in one ear, profoundly dyslexic and diagnosed five years ago with
gender dysphoria when she was a young adult transitioning, Tara never
knew her birth parents: she was adopted at birth.
Her adoptive parents constantly told her there was “nothing wrong” with
her hearing, even though she saw a speech therapist for a short time and
to adapt, Tara learnt to lip read.
But Tara could not adapt to the feeling of being the wrong sex. From an
early age she knew she was “different” and never felt comfortable
conforming to the male stereotype.
Her internal struggles with her gender identity and her disability were
against a background of what Tara describes as a “messed up family”.
“I had an abusive childhood,” she says. “My adoptive parents divorced
when I was nine so I went to live with my adoptive dad and his new wife.
All I had in my bedroom was a bed and a wardrobe. I wasn’t allowed a
duvet. I had to eat my meals in the kitchen but other than that I wasn’t
allowed in the house unless I stripped down to my underwear. My clothes
were all chosen for me, too. I wasn’t allowed friends round and I had
to spend most of my time in the garage.”
Despite the various professionals involved in Tara’s care, including her
child psychologist and her educational welfare officer, no one picked
up on what was going on at home.
“I was too young to see a child psychologist on my own for some reason,”
Tara recalls, “so my adoptive dad used to sit in with me. I couldn’t
tell my psychologist what was really going on and what was going on
specifically with my dad, because he was always there.”
Even when neighbours complained after Tara and her younger sister were
often left to fend for themselves in the garage whilst their parents
went out for the day, nothing was done.
“Because we were a middle-class family in a semi-detached house in
Cumbria, social services just stopped investigating the complaints,”
Tara says.
Unlike most children brought up in an abusive environment and all but
ignored by social services, Tara responded instead by throwing herself
into her studies. She worked her way up academically even though every
year her father’s new job took them to a different area of the country
and she attended five different secondary schools.
For Tara, doing well at school was her only way of escape. She did so
well that teachers had to give her extra work to do because she’d worked
her way through all the textbooks. After getting GCSEs she taught
herself four A-levels from home and gained good enough grades to study
law at university.
Throughout it all, it was Tara’s adoptive grandparents who were there
for her, even though they turned a blind eye to the abuse. They took her
on holiday and spoilt her more than the other grandchildren.
“I know they loved me completely,” she says. “But my grandad who passed
away last year, told me once that if all the grandchildren were in
danger and he could only save one, he’d save one of the other
grandchildren because they were blood related and I wasn’t. It hurt but I
understood.”
Tina Drake had an equally difficult experience. But unlike Tara whose
disabilities and mental health difficulties seemed to start from birth,
Tina believes that her condition – clinical depression and suspected
borderline personality disorder – was triggered as a result of the
trauma she experienced.
“I was in and out of foster care between nine and 16,” Tina recalls. “My
family had alcoholism issues and the social services thought it was
best for me to be taken into temporary accommodation. It was never meant
to be permanent, they thought if they gave my mum chances to stop
drinking she’d listen and I could go back home, but it never worked out
like that.”
Tina describes the first two homes she was placed in as “homely, kind
places”. Yet at 11 years old she was sent from London to live with a
foster carer in Margate, Kent where she was to stay for two and a half
years.
“My foster carer was emotionally and psychologically abusive to us,”
Tina says. “I was never physically abused, though I witnessed her
throttling one girl and burning her hand with hair straighteners. She
made our lives a living hell. We were always hungry because she fed us
on as little as she could get away with and dressed us in the cheapest
of clothes, so I was always bullied at school. She stole money from
social services that was meant for us and spent it on herself and told
the social services that we were problem children so they’d pay her
more.”
Even though Tina ran away four times, social workers failed to pick up on what was happening.
“She had been fostering for so long that I guess the social workers
trusted her over us. She was an accomplished liar and she used to sell
cannabis and alcohol to anyone who came to the house. She used to offer
it to my mum when she visited because she knew she was an alcoholic.”
Graduating recently with a law degree and now awaiting an official
diagnosis and treatment for borderline personality disorder, Tina is
able to be philosophical about her past.
“Looking back, I’m quite angry that social workers didn’t take more
notice of us,” she says. “It was obvious we were being neglected and
treated badly. Obviously, any experience in care is going to leave a
young person with emotional and psychological issues. It certainly did
with me.”
Yet as Jono Lancaster discovered, being placed under the care of a local
authority doesn’t necessarily mean a difficult childhood. Born with a
congenital facial disfigurement due to Treacher Collins syndrome, Jono
was taken into care from birth because his parents couldn’t cope with
his disability.
Although he didn’t find out “the brutal truth” until he was a young adult, Jono always knew he was adopted.
“My adoptive mum was only meant to foster me initially,” Jono explains.
“She was a single parent on low income so in those days she wasn’t able
to adopt me officially. She took me home when I was two weeks old and I
never left. Mum was in her 40s then and most people that age just think
about relaxing, but she didn’t. She took me on, despite not knowing the
extent of my disabilities. Then there was a change in the law and when I
was five she adopted me officially. We still celebrate it to this day.”
Jono describes his childhood as a warm, happy place where there were
always other foster children about who were well cared for. Yet as he
grew older, Jono wanted to find out the truth about his adoption. He
wanted to let his birth parents know that he was doing well and he was
happy. Yet the truth was more painful than he ever imagined.
“I’d convinced myself that they gave me up for the right reasons – that
they wanted me to have a better life,” he explains. “But when I found my
adoption papers it said that they were horrified at the sight of me so
they discharged themselves from hospital.
“It went on to say that there had been several attempts to send my birth
parents pictures of me but they weren’t interested. It was
heartbreaking. I was absolutely devastated. I always had low self-esteem
issues growing up because of my face and this was the ultimate
rejection. If my own parents couldn’t love me, how could I expect a girl
to?”
Despite what he had read, Jono was determined to initiate contact with
his birth parents in the hope that they had changed. But the only reply
he received was a formal letter stating: “We do not wish to be contacted
again, all further contact will be ignored.”
Despite this, Jono’s confidence has increased immeasurably. He has been
the subject of television documentaries, he’s been a model and he now
lives with his girlfriend in a long-term relationship.
“I’m proud to be adopted,” Jono says. “People always stare and laugh at
me and at school they’d put two and two together and say I was adopted
because I was ugly, but now I love being different. I love standing out.
And when I think about my birth parents, I really wish them well. It
wasn’t always like that, I used to feel so angry towards them, but now
I’m genuinely pleased they created me.”



Tales of love and hate