I have a seven-month old son. He is with foster parents. Today was my first day seeing him in six months. Baby’s dad was there. He makes me feel awful by supposing he is better than me. I’ve been here 10 days. I’m here doing everything I need to take a GED. You need 450—I got a 540 on a practice test. I’ve been in the system since I was 12. My first time was 2 charges of were breaking and entering and theft. I was sent to diversion after a month. I ran and ran and ran and ran. I was in and out of placement. My Dad is doing his own thing. He’s in Wichita. Mom is at home waiting for me. She is on disability and sick. She was on drugs. She is 45 or 50 and getting Alzheimers. The drugs helped. She did crack, meth, pot—it helped her get more Alzheimers.
I’ve been doing meth since 13 or 14. I was smoking before and after custody.
I use meth. I shoot it. I’ve been out of the system but I caught new charges. Burglary, theft, auto theft. I got money for drugs—mostly meth. I’ve been doing meth since 13 or 14. I was smoking before and after custody. My Mom visits me when she can. She doesn’t have a license because her license was suspended. I don’t know why. I never ran away from her really. I have been here ten times. I don’t hardly talk to my Dad. I don’t hardly see him. I have another brother who is 28. He mostly sists on his ass at home and does meth. Nobody else is around…
-E.E., age 17, Sedgwick County Juvenile Detention Facility, Wichita, Kansas