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Damaged: The Heartbreaking True Story of a Forgotten Child Kindle Edition
The No. 1 Sunday Times Bestseller.
At just eight years old, Jodie is violent, aggressive and extremely challenging. Five carers in four months have been unable to cope, but there is one last hope: Cathy Glass…
As Jodie begins to trust Cathy and make progress, shocking details about her past come to light. No one had noticed the glaring signs of abuse by those who were supposed to love her most.
One of Cathy’s earliest and bestselling memoirs, Damaged is a heartbreaking story that proves just how valuable foster carers are for society’s most vulnerable children.
Cathy Glass's book 'Unwanted' was a No.1 Sunday Times bestseller w/c 2023-01-16.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherHarperElement
- Publication dateJanuary 19, 2009
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'Cannot fail to move those who read it.' Adoption-net
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‘A truly harrowing read that made me cry.’ The Sun
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‘Foster carers rarely get the praise they deserve, but Cathy Glass’s book should change all that.****’ First Magazine
‘A hugely touching and emotional true tale.’ Star Magazine
About the Author
Cathy Glass has been a foster carer for more than twenty-five years, during which time she has looked after more than one hundred children of all ages and backgrounds. She has three teenage children of her own; one of whom was adopted after a long-term foster placement. She has written more than a dozen books, including the bestselling memoirs Cut, Hidden, and Mummy Told Me Not to Tell.
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Damaged
By Cathy GlasHarperCollins Publishers
Copyright © 2007 Cathy GlasAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-00-723636-7
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CHAPTER 1
Emotional Blackmail
The phone rang. It was Jill, my link worker from thefostering agency.
'Cathy, it's not two carers, but five,' she said. 'Five,since coming into care four months ago.'
'Good heavens.' I was astonished. 'And she's onlyeight? That must have taken some doing. What's shebeen up to?'
'I'm not sure yet. But Social Services want apre-placement meeting, to be certain she doesn't haveanother move. Are you still interested?'
'I don't know enough not to be. When?'
'Tomorrow at ten.'
'All right, see you there. What's her name?'
'Jodie. Thanks, Cathy. If you can't do it, no one can.'
I warmed to the flattery; it was nice to be appreciatedafter all this time. Jill and I had been working togethernow for four years and had established a good relationship.As a link worker for Homefinders Fostering Agency,Jill was the bridge between the foster carers and socialworkers dealing with a particular case. She coordinatedthe needs of the Social Services with the foster carers,and provided support and help as it was needed. Aninexperienced foster carer often needed a lot of back-up andexplanations of the system from their link worker. As Jilland I had been working together for some time, and Iwas an experienced foster carer, we were used to eachother and got on well. If Jill thought I was up to the task,then I was sure she meant it.
But a pre-placement meeting? It had to be bad. Usuallythe children just arrived, with a brief introduction if they'dcome from another carer, or with only the clothes theystood in if they'd come from home. I'd had plenty of experienceof both, but none at all of a pre-placement meeting.
Usually there was a meeting between everyone involved inthe case as soon as the child had been placed in foster care,but I'd never been to one held beforehand.
It was my first inkling of how unusual this case was.The following morning, we went about our normal, quietroutine of everyone getting up and dressed and havingbreakfast, and then the children made their way off toschool. I had two children of my own, Adrian who wasseventeen, and Paula, the youngest at thirteen. Lucy, whohad joined the family as a foster placement two years ago,was fifteen and now a permanent member of our family,just like a daughter to me and a sister to Adrian andPaula. She was a success story: she had come to me hurtand angry and had, over time, learned to trust again, andeventually settled down to a normal existence where shehad only the usual teenage angst to fret about, instead ofthe turmoil she had known as a child. I was proud of her,and she was testament to my belief that love, kindness,attention and firm boundaries are the basis of what anychild needs to flourish.
As I saw the children off to school that morning, I felt atwinge of apprehension. The child I was going to learnabout today would most certainly need all those things inabundance, and if I took her on I would have to be preparedto say goodbye to my relatively peaceful, steady routine fora while, until she learned to trust me and settled down, justas Lucy had. But that was the point of fostering – it wasn'teasy by any means, but the rewards were so enormous.Besides, I had fostered almost continuously for over twentyyears now and wasn't sure I could really remember whatlife before it had been like.
Once the children had left, I went upstairs and quicklychanged from my joggers into a pair of smart navytrousers and a jumper, and headed for the Social Servicesoffices. I'd been going there for years now, and the journeythere was as familiar as the one to my own house.
I also knew the drab grey décor, fluorescent lighting andair of busy activity and only-just-contained chaos verywell indeed.
'Cathy, hello.'
As I entered the reception area, Jill came forward tomeet me. She'd been waiting for my arrival, and walkedup to me with a welcoming smile.
'Hi, Jill. How are you?'
'Oh, fine, thanks. You're looking well.'
'Yes – life is good at the moment. The children aredoing well, completely wrapped up in their lives and intheir schools. Time for another challenge, I suppose.' Ismiled at her.
'We'd better get along to this meeting. I think they'reready for us.' Jill led me along the corridor to the meetingroom. As we entered the room, it was obvious at oncethat this was a big case: there were already about a dozenpeople sitting round the enormous oblong mahoganytable. What did it mean? From what Jill had told me, Icould tell that this was not a run-of-the-mill fosteringsituation – not many children get through five carers infour months – but then, no child was ever run-of-the-mill.They were always unique and their troublesdistinctly their own. Removing a child from its parentswas never going to be a humdrum, everyday event; it wasalways traumatic, emotional and difficult.
Nevertheless, something told me that this was farmore complex than anything I'd yet encountered. I feltanother stab of apprehension, like I had when Jill firsttold me about the case the day before, but I was alsointerested. What could this child be like, to warrant somuch involvement from so many people?
Jill and I took the two vacant chairs at the far end, andI felt every eye was on me, assessing my suitability.The chairman was Dave Mumby, the Social Servicesteam leader, and he began the round of introductions.On his left was Sally, the 'guardian ad litum': she wasappointed by the courts to represent Jodie's interests.The lady next to her introduced herself as Nicola, Jodie'shome tutor.
Home tutor? Why isn't the child in school? I wondered.Next was Gary, Jodie's current social worker. Heexplained that he was about to leave the case, and handJodie over to Eileen, who was sitting next to him. I lookedat Eileen carefully – if I was going to take Jodie, thenEileen and I would have to work closely together. At firstglance she was nondescript: a woman in her forties with anunruffled and calm air about her. So far, so good.
I wasn't surprised that I was already witnessing achange of social worker. It happened all the time – it wasthe nature of the job that people had to move on – but itwas unfortunate for the children and families involved,who were always having to learn new faces, build trustand forge fresh relationships with endless strangers.
Although I knew it was something that couldn't bealtered and was just part of the system, with all its flaws,nonetheless I felt for Jodie. Changing social workerwould mean yet more disruption for her, and I wonderedhow many social workers she'd been through already.Next, Deirdre introduced herself. She was the agencylink worker for Jodie's current foster carers. Then it wasmy turn, and the eyes of everyone around the tableturned to me.
I looked around the table, meeting the various gazes.'I'm Cathy Glass,' I said, as clearly and confidently as Icould. 'I'm a foster carer from Homefinders FosteringAgency.' There wasn't much more I could add at thisstage, when I knew so little about what was going on, soI passed on to Jill.
After Jill came someone from the accounts department,followed by a member of the local authority's placementteam. As they spoke, I looked over at Gary, Jodie's currentsocial worker. He was young, and could only have been inhis mid-twenties. How successful had he been at forging arelationship with Jodie? I wondered. Perhaps Eileen, as awoman, would fare better at empathizing with the littlegirl, so the change of social worker might be for the betterin this case. I hoped so.
Once the introductions were complete, Dave thankedus for coming, and gave a brief outline of what had beenhappening, or to use the correct terminology: the casehistory to date. I warmed to Dave immediately. He wasgently spoken but forthright, and looked directly at meas he spoke. I made a mental note of the salient points:Jodie had been on the 'at-risk' register since birth,which meant that Social Services had been monitoringthe family for eight years. Although there had beensuspicions of emotional and physical abuse by Jodie'sparents, no steps had been taken to remove her or heryounger brother Ben and sister Chelsea. Then, fourmonths ago, Jodie had started a house fire by settinglight to her pet dog – I shivered at this, struck by thepeculiar cruelty of such an act – and that had been thecatalyst for Social Services to take her and her siblingsinto care. Ben and Chelsea had both been placed withfoster carers and were doing well. But Jodie exhibited'very challenging behaviour'. I heard Dave deliver thiseuphemism and raised my eyebrows. All foster carersknew what that really stood for. It meant 'completelyout of control'.
'I think it would be useful,' said Dave, looking at me,'for you to hear from her social worker now. Gary's beenon the case for two years. Feel free to ask any questions.'Despite his youth, Gary was confident and methodicalas he gave me an overview of Jodie and her family.
'I'm afraid that the general picture isn't good, as you'dexpect. There's severe disruption inside the family. Jodie'smother is an intravenous drug user and her father is analcoholic. In recent years, Jodie's suffered a number ofinjuries while at home, including burns, scalds, cuts,bruises and a broken finger. All of these were recorded athospital, and although it was suspected that some of theinjuries were non-accidental, it was impossible to provethat this was the case.'
Gary went on with his tale of neglect and miserywhile I concentrated on absorbing the facts. It was anappalling case history but I'd heard similar stories manytimes before. Nevertheless, it never ceased to amaze andhorrify me that people could treat their children withsuch cruelty and indifference, and I was already feelingfor this poor little girl. How could any child grow and benormal in such circumstances, and with such parents asher role models?
Gary continued, 'Jodie's no longer in school because ofthe recent moves, which is why she's been assigned ahome tutor. She has learning difficulties and a statementof special needs.'
That was straightforward enough – I was used tolooking after children with developmental delays andlearning difficulties. I suspected that Gary was giving methe censored version of Jodie's case history. In all myyears of fostering, I'd never heard of a child goingthrough five carers in four months. When he paused andlooked at me, I seized my opportunity.
'It would be helpful if you could tell me the make-up ofthe families of the previous carers,' I said, hoping todiscover clues to explain why Jodie had gone through somany, so fast. 'How many children did they have, andwere they older or younger? Had the carers had experiencewith this type of child before?'
Gary coughed and looked a little shifty. 'The previousplacement breakdowns were purely circumstantial,' hesaid. 'One of the couples were first-time carers andJodie should never have been placed with them – thatwas an error on our part and it's no surprise that itdidn't work out.'
That was fair enough, but as he went through theother placements, he sounded unconvincing to my ears:the others had all been experienced professionals, and yetone couple had lasted only three days. Gary's explanationthat circumstances were to blame was clearly a damagelimitation exercise for Jodie's sake, so that I didn't getfrightened off.
Deirdre, who was the link worker representing Jodie'spresent foster carers, felt obliged to speak up in theirdefense. After all, if Jodie was as harmless as Gary wasmaking out, it didn't exactly reflect very well on theirability to cope.
'Jodie has delayed development,' she said. 'In mostrespects, she acts like a three or four-year-old ratherthan an eight-year-old. She throws terrible tantrums andis consistently aggressive and uncooperative. Her behavioris violent, abusive and destructive. Even thoughshe's only been with Hilary and Dave a short time, she'salready broken a number of objects, including a solidwooden door.'
I raised my eyebrows. Quite a feat for an eight-year-old.But Deirdre wasn't finished yet, and she went on withher litany of Jodie's faults and shortcomings. Jodie'scarers had described her as 'cold, calculating, manipulative,very rude and totally unlikeable'.
Harsh words to pin on a little girl.
Surely, I thought, someone could say something niceabout her, even if it was only that she liked her food.Children in care tend to eat ravenously, because in the pastmany of them haven't known when the next meal wouldarrive. But no, not so much as 'she does like her chocolate'.
It appeared that Jodie did not have a single endearingfeature. Instead, there was just a list of transgressions,with a footnote that her present carers had found herphysically frightening: Jodie was a big girl, and she hadthreatened them.
I looked at Jill and we exchanged glances. Threatenedthem? I thought to myself. But she's only eight years old!How dangerous can she be? I began to feel as though Iwas on Jodie's side. What must it be like, having everyoneone dislike you so vehemently? No wonder she wasn'table to settle anywhere.
(Continues...)Excerpted from Damaged by Cathy Glas. Copyright © 2007 by Cathy Glas. Excerpted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.
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- Publisher : HarperElement (January 19, 2009)
- Publication date : January 19, 2009
- Language : English
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- Best Sellers Rank: #619,079 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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- #618 in Adoption (Books)
- #644 in Child Abuse (Books)
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About the author
Hi
I live in England and have three children, two birth children and one adopted. When I left school I held a clerical position in the civil service, which I left to start a family. At the same time I became a foster carer, which is the inspiration for much of my writing. I have been a foster carer for over twenty-five years and am what's known as a specialist foster carer, sometimes referred to as a level 3 carer. This is in recognition of my experience and qualifications and means that I am often asked to look after children with complex needs or very challenging behaviour. I have a degree in education and psychology which I was awarded as a mature student.
I have always been a writer - from when I was at school, with poems in the school magazine. In my teens I began writing short stories, articles, a few radio plays, and entering writing competitions. Like many writers it was a hobby - something I did almost furtively in my spare time, while working, and then later fostering and looking after my family. The two halves of my life - writer and foster carer - came together in 2007 when I wrote about a child I'd fostered and the book immediately became a number one best seller. Since then there have been many bestsellers, thanks to you, my readers. I really appreciate all your support and best wishes.
For more details about me and my books and to read updates on the children please visit my website www.cathyglass.co.uk
I also write thriller books under the pen name Lisa Stone: www.lisastonebooks.co.uk
Cathy xx
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We get an important look at the British Child Protection services which, though filled with problems, is substantially better than the United States'.
A study by National Child Abuse and Neglect Data System (NCANDS) states that one out of five children is abused emotionally, physically, or sexually by the time he or she reaches age 18.
One. Out. Of. Five.
Stop for a moment. Put this down and think about that. If it's a statistic that you read and it passed over you quickly like sink water, then we need for you to frame it within a context that you can understand. Place your right hand on the table and then count the digits. Most of you will count five. Now cut one of the digits off. Your choice. Choose whichever one you like, because the loss of this digit should be random. Just like a child.
Picture a work week. Five days, for most of you. Select any one of those days. Tuesday? That's random enough. Now imagine that every single Tuesday you must endure torture. You will be denied food and perhaps you will be forced to wear filthy clothing. You will be assaulted randomly and you won't know when each attack is coming or from whom. You may well be forced to lean over a desk or a sink while someone sodomizes you. You may be forced to felate a stranger despite the fact that your gag reflex is causing you to vomit. Despite the fact that your nostrils; your mouth are filling up with your own bile and stomach contents you will have to continue. If not, you will be beaten, perhaps cut. Or burn. As we write these important facts about Ms Glass's book, we are wondering how much Amazon VINE will not allow us to print, deciding that it is "too vulgar." It's not too vulgar to publish in a book; it's not too vulgar to occur to a child, but to review it? We shall see.
But this is only on Tuesday. On Wednesday you can go back to your life of regular day to day existence, when you know what to expect; the cards you will be dealt are rational, even if they are difficult. You may at least expect that you will have some kind of control and that the ways in which you are treated are rational; have some form of continuance to them. After all, it is only one out of five. Enjoy the other four work days. They are safe.
Or this: You yourself are the parent of five children. Select one of them. Any one, it doesn't matter. This child will be tortured, violated, starved, degraded and then taught to believe that he or she deserves it. Go ahead. Select one of your children. If you don't do it, the nature of statistics will do it for you.
Even if you are a parent of two or three: the fact remains that one out of five children are abused.
This is an international emergency. There is no other crime statistic or emergency situation that tops this in terms of frequency or in terms of importance. Yet our culture continues to ignore it. DSS is so poorly underfunded and over worked that they the average case worker has more files on his or her desk than there are work weeks in a year. Not one of these workers will admit to it, but they could all tell you that they're seriously overworked; their desks loaded with files. What they do is triage. Many of the American ones are interns. They are tired and frustrated and they often take the blame for something that isn't their fault. Many of them are undergraduate students over their heads thinking they were coming here for observation hours.
Schoolteachers are required by law to report any child whom they suspect has been abused. But how do you report a child who has not come to you directly or appeared with bruises? And if there's a child who is too terrified to admit that they've been abused, once DSS gets involved the child will swear up and down that they're being cared for at home. DSS shakes its head, leaves the residence and the child is beaten or punished severely for having spilled "the secret." Frankly, even though a mandated reporter may be sure, Social Services find the reports to be an irritation.
International emergency.There are a number of ways in which to work on this problem. The first of which is that we, as parents and citizens need to be aware that one out of five children are abused. Perhaps even our own. We mustn't rule out the possibility that one of our children is being abused and we do not see it. Or that we choose not to see it? The second is that we must stretch the already over worked staff at DSS. The more we dump on them the more likely they are to become vocal in the fact that they're so dreadfully overworked and understaffed. Yes, their voices have been ignored so far, but isn't this what causes us to give up in defeat? Certainly this is the case with abused. And we have voices as well. And Representatives.
Children. It may well be true for those who help them as well. And we must write our Senators and Representatives and let them know that more money must be put into Social Services. If we put the same amount of money into caring for our children as we put into national defense think for a moment how things might be different.
Think again.
Do we defend our borders with more vigilance than we defend our own children?
Why do we have people who protest in front of abortion clinics but who will not stand in front of Social Services demanding that more money be spent on saving and protecting our living children?
Why did President George W. Bush decide to return billions of dollars to the taxpayers of this country while there are children who are starving and succumbing to the vilest acts of terrorism imaginable? Why does this same president dare to speak about family values? What is a "war on terrorism" other than an oxy-moron. Our children require safety, not oil.
Awareness. That's the number one step. You must become aware.
Power. That's step number two. Do not underestimate the power that you, as a single individual, have over this situation. As you stand on your soccer fields and at your bus stops, discuss this issue instead of the color of your new sofa or the latest discussion of move along day and what teacher your child will have next year. As you look at that little girl who cries at the bus stop each morning or the little boy who arrives late, if at all, to soccer practice without water or a ball and deep down inside you know something's wrong, don't shake your head and then go to work. How about that fifteen year old girl who is always dressed in black and is considered bizarre because she has multiple piercings and cuts herself? She talks to no one, so no one talks to her. Do something about it. You can begin by reading this book.
One out of five, folks.
One out of five.
That said, the book was well-written and edited in a plain, forthright style, by the foster-mother of an eight-year-old girl who had been bounced around through the British social service system for four months before being helped in any substantial way, other than removal from the "home" where she had been abused so badly.
The book is gripping; I received it at a discount and sat down expecting to read a chapter or two to see if I liked it and ended up reading the whole book at a sitting. It was profoundly moving, distressing, and realistic. The writer did a remarkable job of keeping it real and not dwelling in any exploitative way on the experiences of the abused child. However, the plain facts are hair-raising nonetheless.
This is a book that should be read by all care-givers, foster parents, social workers, child-therapists, and students of child therapy. It should be assigned reading with discussion groups afterward.
All in all, although I couldn't say I exactly enjoyed the book, I learned from it, it touched me, and I would recommend it very highly to those with interest in the subject of child abuse and its aftermath. However, it DID push my buttons and trigger some flashbacks, and I thought other readers should be made aware of the possibility.
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339 pages divided into 34 chapters.
Jodie's story is one of the most shocking that a child can experience and Cathy Glass does an amazing job of communication how Jodie is helped to adapt to a more "normal" life.
CG has a pragmatic approach to her child care which comes across in her writing. This is balanced with a high degree of empathy as the author herself struggles to come to terms with what this little girl had endured.
There is always hope for the children in this book and it is there for Jodie although this time with CG is only the beginning of a very long path.
The author never holds back with her honest approach. She praises professionals where she can and never hesitates to criticise those who she feels are not doing their job.
More importantly than anything this book taught me about the impact of fostering on the care giver and the rest of her family unit. Looking after children always needs commitment but CG gives more of herself than would normally be expected.
Damaged is the title of the book and that an appropriate way to describe Jodie. Everyone wants a happy ending but it is hard to see how that can ever be achieved for this little girl.
CG tries very hard not to judge Jodie's parents and the way society deals with them but I suspect that everyone reading the book will form their own opinions.
Society's financial commitment is touched on as part of the story and is an important element. It is an astounding amount of money that has be spent as a direction result of the actions of Jodie's parents. It's very hard to come to terms with this but CG does that well, showing that society has to invest in children like this simply because there is no other option. The act of communicating the story of children like Jodie is very important as people need to know about the problems that social services and the criminal justice system are dealing with.
I will never describe Cathy Glass books as enjoyable but they are valuable to read as it is necessary for more people to understand the desperate situations in which others live in order to improve our general empathy, allowing us to pause before making judgements of others.
It is wonderful writing that creates huge empathy from the reader - I look forward to reading more.