“As of September 11, 2005 Ri’Sheba Shequail Williams is now committed to the Department of Children and Families.” My heart raced. I knew that I was no longer going to be able to be with my family. “Hi Ri’Sheba, I am Bill. I am going to take you to the DCF office to find where we are going to place you tonight.” As I walked out of the court room in tears, I started at my parents in disbelief. Bill and I went to the elevator. He patted me on my shoulder and said, “It’s okay. We will find you a good foster home.” As we arrived to the DCF office, Bill placed me into a room and said, “I will come back once we find you a placement.”
My family is comprised up if my two half-brothers, my step dad and also my mother. The reason why I do not state myself in the listing of my family members is because I have always been the black sheep. Growing up a lesbian, the only girl in my family, and not knowing my father, made me the outcast since birth. Without my permission, my school social worker “outed” me as a lesbian when I was in seventh grade. When my parents found out I was a lesbian abuse became a lot more severe. I would hate going home on vacations because I knew I would either get “prayed over” or beaten just because I was gay. The abuse I suffered for many years led me to become a foster kid my freshmen year of high school. This was a huge struggle for me.
My name is Sheba Williams I was born and raised in Connecticut the majority of my life. However, my life was not similar to many. I am now twenty years old and attend the University of Hartford. When looking back on the experiences I have encountered, I have grown into a stronger individual. I have attended Mitchell College my freshmen year to play basketball. Now that I attend the University of Hartford I no longer engage myself with basketball however I do play the snare drum with I enjoy doing. I an a active member with True Colors and is just another college kid trying there hardest.