How can I change the world?
You’d think that question was meant for kids to answer growing up. Maybe, your like me and figured some ditzy young model might fake the answer to that question. When she wins the Miss America crown. Or what I call best actress award.
Change the world is the president’s job.
I’m all set with that. Not to brag. I’m amazing at forgetting what I’m doing, even while I’m doing it. My main concern is how to change the system. Department of children and family to be honest. I know it’s probably out of my reach. I get that. But you don’t know the half of what I’ve been going through for the last two years…
Take a moment and read me.
Either you will understand. And point me in a direction where I can get somewhere. Or you can delete this message and move on. In your not so F***Ed up life. Either way I’m doing what I have to cause there is no other option for me.
My name is Summer Ulman. My life has been nothing short of the public eye and trauma. At 14 my sister died at 13 of drug overdose.
My Sister was in all the headlines in 2000.
As a teenager and young adult I had been put in front of TV cameras telling my sister’s story. From ABC, MTV’s true life, CBS 48 hours and Cosmo girl magazine.
My little sister was 10 months younger than me. She was absolutely my best friend. I found her dead of a drug overdose. When I was 14 and she was 13.
Early as an adult I realized my life is anything but normal. Never coping with my loss, the guilt led to a drug problem. That drug problem following me. Haunting me even till today. Although I am in recovery. And a survivor, my story only begins here.
Victimized by DCF
September 11th 2018, DCF came to my home with allegations that there was a possibility of violence in the home. I’m a single mother dealing with mental health issues from my past. And am survivor of domestic violence.
My son (D) is my inspiration and second chance. He’s all I had and he was wrongfully taken. And he was being abused while in foster care.
Now he’s with prospective adoptive parents. The child psychologist from his school somehow managed to get a standing in my case and guardianship of D.
I’m grateful that he’s out of foster care and with good people. But D is suppose to be with his family, his birth mother. I am fully capable of parenting my child and it is my right to preform.
My son is a character and has a shine so bright, he is my joy and my entire reason to be here today. He’s the coolest, funniest so much more than anyone I have ever known and he is just amazing. He was my last chance to be a mother and I promised him I’d never stop fighting for him.
My son was ripped from my arms. Treating me like I was the aggressor. They terminated my rights.
He’s been abused in homes. Moved around. Bullied. He’s only 6. He was 5 when he was taken. Group home ages usually start at age 6, yet Draven was placed in one at the age of 5 by Direction’s For Living.
My son is amazing. He shines like no other child. His nick name is D-Luscious and he calls me mommy-luscious. He is a people person and this is destroying our bond.
My toxic relationship
I was in a relationship that was unhealthy, a toxic relationship and I did what I thought was best for my son. If I had a feeling that any argument was going to take place I’d send D to the neighbors and friend, James Johnson. If a argument started I’d walk away. For the most part D was not home when arguments took place. But when he did come home, he would of course hear what happened eavesdropping as some kids do.
That relationship was very hard for me. I deeply loved a man I tried to get help for and the state or county only wanted to put someone in jail. What happened to mental health and our health and human services with DCF???
I was a victim and yet my son was taken. Was treated like I was the aggressor.
I ended the relationship with a man I loved deeply because he needed mental health treatment for anger and paranoia. Possibility was none anymore at the time that DCF stepped in to question allegations.
I have been separated from the perpetrator for 7 months. I trespassed him, as they demanded. Went to the domestic violence center. I agreed to their services. If they were there once a week for everything I’ve already gone through not only just my life but just because of the breakup and leaving him all together. But after day 5 of them constantly coming into my home. Everyday constantly referring me to different services I denied them, I informed them that I would still cooperate but they needed to give me some kind of space. Every day for 5 days was a lot. I said I felt they were invading my privacy. And at that point they showed up the very next day and took my son D.
D was not even asked to be with my mother, his grandmother, who is Hillsborough County school teacher, and holds a weapons permit, she’s justice of the peace and a notary. Also residing in the home is my grandmother, a Hillsborough county School teacher holding a master’s degree, also a notary and ordained minister.
CPI overlooking this, placed him in foster care where he is being abused. From the time D was taken I have done nothing but pour myself into legal research. Learning how to write motions learning how to get my son out of this system. I have taken parenting classes, un-requested and on my own time, done everything they have asked me to do and more.
Doing my best to comply
I moved 20 minutes across town, alone and away from my family to reassure. I’d stay away if it was me. I was in full compliance. Yet they railroaded me. My family is more than willing to take my son if DCF or CPI, the courts are feeling that I’m not able, or fit for D.
I just don’t understand how a system can treat someone that is a victim. Like they are the perpetrator. Yet here my son is, the one, paying the price for all of this.
I have written to the state and to the Attorney General. I’ve filed motions that are all going unheard. I filled trespassing orders on the perpetrator, have done everything in compliance that these people have asked me to do.
My son was lacking medical attention. Visitation with me, or his family. He was moved to a different County. Due to my family being School teachers of Hillsborough County,
Abused in DCF “care”
He has had five different incidences where he’s been hurt in these foster homes. Even suffering from a broken wrist under their care and hospitalized twice. It was weeks before I saw him. When I did, the way my son looked devastated me. The department of children and family services cancelled 17 visits on me. They moved for an expedited termination of parental rights based on my past which was over 10 years ago.
I am not the woman I was 10 years ago, I didn’t fight back then. You have to understand that I made that little boy a promise. I would not stop fighting. I’ve recorded phone calls. My own case worker was in question of procedure to my son’s situation.
My grandmother was terminated from her job, twice. Which was D’s school for conflict of interest. How is it that the courts have allowed me to be denied visits and my son not placed with his family and siblings.
My mother adopted my other 3 children and yet it was okay then for her to get those children but not D??? I don’t understand.
This can’t be lawful.
As a mother please understand that I am at my last hope. I’m fighting not only for my life. But for this amazing child. He is my life and hope for a better system.
Where do I go from here?
If I can’t save my own son, then maybe my sister’s story can live on through my son and save another child from abuse. I promised my son I would fight for him. Now as a mother fighting to protect her bond and voice for her son. Isn’t being heard.
Thank you for your time,
D-Licious he’s the most amazing kid you could ever have. He’s My Heart