Very long time ago, but know recent 'care leavers' who relate, so:
Fold up sun bed was cheery and quite fun ending up feet tipped in the air if you got it wrong, but its temporary nature was always there.
My things lived in one place only. Food provided but set times only. Very much someone else’s home that I lived at.
Don’t assume a child’s whole history is in their file. Mine only held what was outwardly visible to SW’s, which had been quite enough. They vanished as soon as they could.
I’d come out of a very visibly abnormal situation, but the tip of the iceberg of what had gone on, and my concepts of right and wrong were all over the place. Still expected to have all sorts of abilities, standards, and manners, that I couldn’t possibly have developed in what I’d come from. I failed at their first hurdles.
Early on I came out with something really small about past conditions to a third party. Context of why I didn’t have experience of how to do something expected. I didn’t know it was an embarrassment.
Third party was told it wasn’t true in front of me. So much damage to any possible future relationship was caused by from my POV being labelled a liar. I knew to definitely never tell anyone the big stuff from then on.
They forgot swiftly, as you can see, I never managed to.
Not her fault but others literally gushed about how amazing, selfless, and wonderful she was for taking me in. My already deeply damaged self mistranslated it, made worse by this apparently ‘saintly person’ lying about something so stupidly insignificant. (to me) I knew about big lies, they were for survival, ‘white lies’ were new to me.
I didn’t know how to hug or be hugged, and physically recoiled from people touching me. Hurt carer told everyone I was un-affectionate which hurt. When hugging is banned in your home, and then you’ve been removed from what you know, accepting another woman trying to then hug you, can feel like treachery.
My past and my mother were taboo subjects so I wasn’t told when she died. (I’m still trying to find her grave to this day.) All made worse by it being pointed out that I’d been perfectly ok not knowing, before I did something wrong which uncovered her death.
I never knew how to be who or what anyone wanted me to be, just what they didn’t want, which seemed to me at the time, anything I really was.
I SO wish others expectations had been spelt out. (even though I still might not have met them!) Things never stood a chance, but until horribly recently, I thought I was the entire problem.
Respect to you for trying to do a very difficult job. Wish you and them the very best of luck.