This is a guest post from Sarah Faulkner. She is a homeschooling mom in Washington state. She has five kids, ages 13, 11, 9, 5, and 2. 

On the surface, the stories of adopting a foster child seem so alluring. The Today Show did a fantastic feature on other people who said yes, and on kids who needed someone to say it.

I said Yes. Twice. Once to being a foster parent, and once to adopting.

What no one shares with you is what it’s like to parent a kid with PTSD. These kids can’t understand the extent of the abuse they experienced in their lives before living with me; the trauma these kids have gone through would requires years of therapy.

Here is a list of occupants in my house who pee in weird places:

1. My son. He pees in a corner of his room when he’s mad at me. He’s mad at me right now because I have an alarm on his door  so I know when he leaves his room at night. I tried waking up before he pees but I’m always too late.

2. My daughter. She pees in a corner of her room. Slightly pees herself when scared and smears poop when angry. It’s a defense mechanism she developed against sexual abuse; she believes this will keep the “tickle monster” away. I gave up trying to stop her and put linoleum on the floor.

3. My yellow lab rescue dog. She pees in the path from my bed to my bathroom when she feels neglected. I put her in the laundry room, where it is tiled and easier to clean.

I want to reset the choice that led to me dealing with so much pee, but it’s too late for that. So I’m resetting the choice and I’m sending them to school: free babysitting.