Fostering our Future

“What the hell is this s***?” were not exactly the words Nikki Gintrac expected to hear from the small four-year-old sitting at her kitchen table to a plate of shepard’s pie.  Nor did she expect the two-year old, also sitting there, to fling her plate of food to the floor. “I was a very quiet, very English woman,” she says earnestly.  “I had never uttered one swear word so I had no idea how to react.  I just looked at these kids and thought to myself  ‘How on earth will I ever be able to handle being a foster parent?’.”

 

Now 11 years and 15 foster kids later, 50-year-old Nikki is used to the screaming, she is no longer shocked by the swearing, and she knows exactly how to handle flying dinners.  “They can pick it up off the floor or go hungry,” she says, hardened determination marking her usually jovial face.  “You can’t give in to them.  A lot of these kids have been through the most terrible ordeals,” she explains.  Five of the seven kids Nikki is currently housing have been taken from abusive, alcoholic or drug addicted parents. “They have an enormous lack of self-worth, so usually their behavior is an attempt to provoke the foster parent into saying ‘I hate you too’ so they feel justified in their own opinion of themselves.  I know, I’ve been there myself.”

Although almost 40 years have passed, memories of her own years spent as a foster child in London remain clear in Nikki’s memory.  “If I close my eyes it feels like it was only yesterday,” she says, biting her lip as she talks of the verbal, physical and sexual abuse she endured at the hands of various “parents” with whom she was placed.  Abandoned at birth, Nikki had been through five abusive homes by the age of 11.  As she talks of her foster kids and her personal aims as a carer, she also recalls her own lost childhood.  “It’s a blur of excruciatingly long nights I spent wide awake, terrified that another man would slip under the bedclothes with me,” she says. “One day I just thought if that was what life was going to be like than I would rather be dead.”

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Looking back, Nikki marvels at her own determination and courage that set her free from the cycle of abuse that had trapped her for so long.  “I put an ad in the paper asking for a new family,” she chuckles. Her amusement, however, quickly turns to bitterness as she recalls the desperation and helplessness that drove her to take such action. “I went to so many people for help and it was like slamming up against a series of brick walls.  No one believed me when I told them how I was being treated, so it was ...

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