At the time of this writing, Zach has been with us for over three years, although he’s technically only been “ours” for less than one. We began foster care in late 2008 and, as our first foster child began her transition home, Zach toddled through our door. At two years old, Zach was barely walking and he was grossly obese. His eyes were sunken into his head and he had virtually no expression except for one of vague concern. Speaking years later to a friend of mine who had served in Iraq, I now know this is what they call “The Thousand Yard Stare” and is a symptom of PTSD. At the time we didn’t know anything about the psychological impacts of severe neglect, but we knew there was something very wrong. Read more….
