Support For Foster/Adoptive Families
He didn’t fit into any boxes. Not ours, nor those in our community. So, we tossed out our prior expectations and started making new ones. Realistic ones. Succeeding in this new “woke” era would mean being flexible and compassionate—never assuming one’s outer expression could limit or otherwise define their inner potential.
I’m pleased to announce that my memoir is now under agent/publisher review! Titles are pending, but convey my heart’s desire to share with readers an authentic view inside adoption from foster care. Want to look inside or vote for a cover?
Ohmygosh, I know I have been at the grind writing for “everyone else” and neglecting my own blog, but take a breath because it’s going to be okay. It’s going to be great, actually.
As I toddle through the book publishing venture, I’ve let a few chapter leaks out to the medical/mental health and social services industry. Morgan C. says “This book is going to be helpful for foster and adoptive parents, those working in behavioral health, and almost anyone with an interest in family development.”
Reader Reviews are coming in! “Janelle’s connection to people with special needs children and those with foster/adoption stories is fabulous. She knows how to speak to and IMPACT families for the better!!” – D. Gill Cross
“In Fostering Love: How One Little Boy Changed everything, Janelle Molony shines a spotlight on the reality and heartaches that often come with foster parenting and adoption. The painful, yet miraculous story will leave you full of hope, joy, empathy and compassion.” – Leisa Knudsen
Pills without a plan… is not a plan. The best plan for us and for our child is to equip him with the tools to handle and overcome challenges. That meant heavy-duty structure, not medication.
PTSD can manifest in many ways, one being nightmares. For my foster son, it seems he suffered from reliving the same scenario repeatedly. Here’s what we experienced and a few solutions we tried. Focus on the healing, love them as-is, and stay present, even when they don’t.
There were no lights in the closet. He thought spiders were crawling on him. The door was always locked. Still, he always checked it …just in case.
Prior to living with us, he had been in 7 different “families.” No wonder it took so long to get to know him! A sense of self is patterned after those we are around and identify with. I’m so glad he chose to identify with us!