Date: 1st November 2017
TACT Care Leaver
I was put into care when I was about five years old. At that age, you don’t really know what is going on, I thought it was a new adventure. I lived in the Cambridgeshire Fens with my first foster family for three years and my life became like a roller-coaster, I had so many questions about home and about why I had moved in to care.
After three years, I moved to Peterborough to live with my new TACT (The Adolescent and Children’s Trust) carers, who I came to call mum and dad, and I have been living with them for seven years now.
My time at primary school in Peterborough was hard as it was a completely new environment for me. At the age of eleven when I went to secondary school at The King’s School in Peterborough. I was loud, annoying and rude, probably because I knew by then that I didn’t want to be in care, I wanted a real family. I wanted social workers gone, but I also wished to also be able to see my birth family.
Luckily, in 2013 mum and dad got a Special Guardianship Order (SGO), meaning they have parental responsibility. It took two years for this order to go through due to missing and incorrect documents and many other complications. So as a fourteen year old, I finally left care. Going to a court for the SGO to be granted was the happiest day of my life. We had a lovely celebration dinner with my family and friends that evening.
Coming out of care on an SGO has allowed and inspired me to aim for my dream job as an airline dispatcher. I worked harder at school, passing my GCSEs, and in September, with the help my parents and others, I started my first year at the Aviation Academy at Leeds Bradford Airport studying for a Level 2 diploma in aviation ground operations. I know that I wouldn’t be doing this amazing course if it wasn’t for mum and dad. They found me a lovely family to stay with during term-time weeks. In addition, I have already made great friends who I know will remain so with forever. So all my thanks and gratitude go to my mum and dad, and TACT, which brought us together.
I know this blog sounded like a story. But it’s my story. The story of my life. The story of me. We all have a story past and present. Don’t you? Look out for me in a few years time, I might be dispatching, refuelling or pushing back your holiday flight to the sun!