I saw this thread earlier. I didn't see it last night so downloaded it and watched it.
We fostered for 5 years, mainly teens and the teen in this programme was a dream compared to the ones we've had over the years. I really felt for her, but I also understood where the carers were coming from too and we didn't get to see all of what happened. There were comments made about "difficult behaviour", but it wasn't elaborated on. I don't think it was particularly warts and all - or maybe my own experiences have left me a bit jaded/cynical
Fostering teens is hard, I found it a total different kettle of fish to fostering young children. The vast majority of the teens who came to us hadn't been taken into care until 13/14/15. Drugs, alcohol, domestic abuse, etc, were all deeply ingrained and difficult to move on from and to be honest, we just weren't prepared for it when we took on our first teen.
The first time they came home high I was horrified, the idea of drugs around my own younger children scared me, made me question if I really wanted to continue with it.
I've also been worried that I don't have the skills and experience required to deal with and keep safe a particularly troubled teen so I could see where the carer was coming from when she said that. We had a young person who self harmed horrifically and I was at a total loss. I was terrified of saying the wrong thing and making it worse, and I just didn't get the support I needed so we did end the placement. This young person really needed a specialised carer and that wasn't me.
I am only human after all. I have flaws, I make mistakes, and there are things that are a complete no-no to me and that's fine. It took me a long time to realise that
The level of support on the programme seemed quite good, but I've sat in meetings like that, where they've all asked me how I'm doing, and on the surface you feel supported, but actually it's all bollocks. It's just a box ticking exercise to keep the placement going for a bit longer (or maybe that's the jaded/cynical bit of me again). They're never there when you actually need them, when your house is being raided by the police, or when I was on my knees exhausted after 3 nights in a row in a police station and they refused to send out a social worker on the 4th night because it costs too much, or when the young person had their hands around my own child's throat. I could wallpaper my whole house with all the contracts of expectations we've had over the years, but ultimately they're pretty meaningless.
Maybe it's just the complete and utter crapness of my local authority, but it just didn't compare to my experiences.