jodifla
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tw1nsmom said:I really do sympathize with you. I would be traumatized, embarrassed, and angry too. I also would complain to the social worker's supervisor about the late night tactics she used. However, your story really illustrates more how the system is supposed to work (minus the midnight visit...they should have waited until morning and been more polite). A person thought there was a chance a child was being abused, reported it, it was investigated, the child was not removed from the home, it was found to be without merit and dismissed within a week.
I completely disagree. Using Gestapo like tatics to scare the beejesus out of parents is hardly constructive.
The morons who reported this family didn't even bother TRYING to figure out if something medical was wrong.
And now what?...this family should never go out in the world becaues the do-gooders out there are going to keep reporting this family?
And now, these people have a "file" in the system. Never a good thing.
It was 6 am and I was on the couch trying to wake up while the kids had their milk & cereal...like I always do. I told DD to stop doing something & she went into the kitchen. (Our family room is off of the kitchen so blocking the two doors in the kitchen always kept them enclosed & I never had to worry about them...no chairs in the kitchen.) DS asked where she was. I said that she went to mope under the kitchen table...like she always did. He came back & said that she was outside. I knew that he had to be wrong because the gates were up & the door was locked. He pointed out the window & said I see her Mommy! Well, I bolted off the couch & felt totally paniced seeing her run out of the cal de sac. That is only 2 houses away from a main road where people drive way too fast. I pushed the gate down & bolted out the door screaming her name. Thank goodness a neighbor was leaving for the gym right when she got to the end of the cal de sac and she was shy because seeing him walking towards her made her turn around & come back to me. I grabbed her & was shaking & probably hysterical. I was babbling thanking him for stopping her. I called my DH at work when we got back inside & told him that we needed another lock on the door higher up that very day. He came home that afternoon & installed it. She still can't get out of the door with that locked.
The thought of what could have happened if he left for the gym a little earlier or later still gives me chills.
We turned around quickly as this little one would have been mowed down by a car. It took us a half hour of wandering, I didn't dare touch him, just kind of followed him while the police came and followed us too all of us trying to figure out where he lived. Finally we found a neighbor home who told us where she thought he may live. It turned out he lived almost over a 1/2 mile from where I found him. I left but found out later that Social Services had opened a case.