Awful for some, a gift for others
Levels of Adjustment
Lots of time spent with each other as the only form of entertainment. We’d play lots of sports, lots of freeze tag, TV tag, etc. Many kids had anger problems, so the games would usually end in an argument or in rare cases a fight.
We would tell stories to pass the time. Kids would talk about their old schools, or their parents, or anything really. You’d sit and listen, and then chime in with one of your own. We all became really great storytellers, for good or for bad.
The adults were okay. They liked me and my siblings because we were relatively well-adjusted and well-behaved, but you could tell they were annoyed with some of the other kids. When they got really mad they’d have us clean the house as punishment, but no beating or abuse. The food was okay, we were always fed, bathed, and safe. (TSOD)
Lucky in Russia
My sister and I were placed in an orphanage from the ages of 2-4 until we were adopted together. This orphanage was located in a remote area of Russia. We don’t remember many details but the orphanage was organized, clean, and generally not too bad.
The food was the same almost everyday (mainly porridge, cheese and crackers) and we were already handling chores such as laundry. There was plenty of play time and we took a lot of walks outside for exercise.
Being adopted was the greatest thing that ever happened to us and every child wanted to go home with any adult that visited. We were very fortunate to be adopted together because it doesn’t always happen with siblings. This was also back in the ’90s when Russia allowed to U.S. to adopt from their country. That was fortunate for us as well because we were able to become U.S. citizens during that time. (Kraitlyn)
I grew up in a children’s home from age 6 to 18 with my twin sister and my younger brother because my dad was very sick and my mom was a drug addict. There were always kids moving in and out and very few stayed as long as I did, so it was sometimes hard to build meaningful relationships.
My houseparents stayed the whole time I was there which is good because having parental figures change constantly can be traumatic. My houseparent’s taught me everything I know about how to succeed in life and I still consider them my parents. Everything was surprisingly normal as far as I can tell from how my other friends described their childhoods.
I was in band in high school and had a job and a car to drive. I was free to do pretty much whatever I wanted with my time as long as I finished all of my homework and kept my grades up. After I graduated high school, the children’s home paid for all of my college expenses including tuition, living expenses, and helped me buy my first car so that I would graduate debt-free and start trying to build something for myself.
Being put into that children’s home is probably the greatest blessing I will ever receive, and I’m thankful every day for it. (_rupurt)