When ACS took my son away from me I felt like my world had ended.
At our first visit, I think I went into shock. My son and I spent nearly the whole visit crying all over each other. Maybe it was the guilt I was feeling, but I felt I could see the mistrust in my son’s eyes. I didn’t know how I would be able to win back his trust.
The worst part was when I heard him call the foster mother “mom.” I flipped out. The worker and foster mom tried to reassure me that I still was and would always be his mom. But I felt sure that the workers wanted to keep my child from me.
I left in a daze, like I was in a bad dream in slow motion.
Read full article here.