To be fair, poshconserve, the majority of foster carers are more - and better - trained in attachment than the average four-months-to-panel prospective adopters these days. I write as an experienced adopter (eight years into my journey with a complex needs child) AND, subsequently, a foster carer. The thing is, the system, which is totally obsessed with 'safer' caring, predicates almost totally against us building attachments/bonds (no co-sleeping, no skin-to-skin, no (innocent) cuddles in bed, no tickling: our homes are 'invaded' at regular intervals by our supervising social workers, by the child's social worker/s, by the independent reviewing officers (mine and theirs), by the CAFCASS legal guardians, and looked-after children's health visitors, and that's without any external intervention, such as portage or therapeutic services, and the obligatory six-monthly full medicals.
And then we have to drive our much-loved children looked after (yes, the most ridiculously unwieldy term ever, but that's how the powers-that-be insist we refer to the children we invite into our homes and hearts) many miles a day to contact with birth parents, who may or may not turn up, who may or may not bring their second cousin three times removed's ex-girlfriend's former dog walker, and have the session supervised by one of 10 rotating supervising contact workers, depending on the rotas for that week. And then those contacts could be supervised by the child's social worker, who doesn't really know them, because they're the tenth in the past year (high churn rate in local authorities), plus the legal guardian, who has to come once in a blue moon in order to pretend that they actually know the child and contribute to reports for ongoing legal proceedings.
Seriously, I would love to blow more bubbles and all the other attachment-building activities recommended by the likes of Margot Sunderland, Bryan Post, Dan Siegel, Dan Hughes et al, but I'm too busy being exploited as a zero hours taxi driver and forced to drive my adored fosterling 24-miles-a-day through rush hour traffic (timings to suit parents) for a two-hour contact session (see details about the quantity and quality of folk in and out of these sessions), and then the journey in reverse. Meanwhile, my gorgeous baba's peers are benefiting from the unquestionable advantages of rhyme-time sessions, playgroups, baby signing sessions and stay-and-play activities.
The baby I have in placement currently has been confirmed to have plagiocephaly, or flat head syndrome, no doubt as a consequence of the many, many hours of travelling in my car to contact she has been forced to endure since she was two-days-old. I DREAM of the opportunity to funnel as a foster carer...