Damaged.

I'm a total geek for books and this weekend i've been reading one called "Damaged" by Cathy Glass.

It's been passed around the family a bit and i think it was in the box of stuff we planned on taking to the car boot sale at one point, but it made it's way to my sister's bathroom and me, my sister, my brother in law...and anyone else who graces the bathroom with their presence has been reading it. I'm only about half way through but it's really shocking.

Abuse is an awful thing to read, hear about or experience and child abuse is hard for any person to comprehend... With all the stories about Baby P circulating at the moment its difficult to understand how anyone could do such things to another human, let alone one so innocent and fragile...worse still, how could Social Services let it happen under their noses?!

I think this re-inforces what I want to be "when i grow up". A foster carer.

I'd probably cope better with toddlers or older children...not babies, but its something I wanted to do when I was younger. I just passed it off as "one of those things"... afterall, i've wanted to be an air hostess, a teacher...anything else my sister wanted to be, but if I could fast forward the next 20 years of my life, i'd be a foster carer in a heart beat.