No. I was in Canada.
I'm told my story from my point of view but have since deleted it because it is very emotionally hard for me to have written it in the first place. I don't want to be blasted for it even if you pm me to get the original text I had posted here. I was 21 when I had ODD and was in a bad relationship when everything started. Things went downhill from there.
I call the woman who bore me "biobitch" because she lost the right to be called "mother" when she pulled stunt after stunt (all has been deleted now) in order to get custody of ODD. ODD is now 12. I dealt with at least 7 social workers.
DP says that ODD'll show up sooner or later. And if she does, I have this _huge_ file she can sift through. I found more garbage in it too. That biobitch accused me of molesting ODD. Even SW4 was HUH??? I found out later she had tried the same thing with my dad and he hadn't seen me in years at that point.
With DS, SW8 was.. well.. a retard. He accused me of child abuse because we had a "fierce animal" that was going to "smother the baby." The "fierce animal" was a 5/6mo kitten and he had gotten down to play with it. SW9 just sat there and took notes. If you want to know how I felt about that visit, imagine seeing Yosemite Sam having one of his tantrums. A long letter about not allowing me the dignity of putting clothes on was written to the ministry and several apologies happened. SW10 and 11 showed up, apologized, tried to get resources but couldn't find anything that was close enough to me to get me access.
We had more visits from social workers. Some good. Some bad.
A year later, because DS was throwing tantrums at a theatre and both the manager and another patron freaked about how I was treating him in their eyes, SW 12 showed up. He demanded I stop signing to DS. He demanded we "clean up" the place even though we tried to get it through his head that a friend of ours was having a garage sale the next weekend... Oh no.. the place was "unsafe" and if it wasn't clean in 72 hrs, he was going to apprehend. After all, he had "read my file" and knew what a danger I was to my child. This is the same one we caught in a blatant lie. We had a running joke that "we didn't have anything to hide" because DS was going to the daycare his wife ran!
SW13 was actually decent, although he was the one who offered to change a light bulb and never managed to get there in time to do it. LOL. He was _very_ interested in Mothering magazines. SW14 was an "emergency one" who showed up when complaints of DS screaming was called in either by the landlady or by the upstairs neighbour. She flipped out cause DD was not sleeping in her own crib and I" had put her face down on our bed." She was what.. 5? 6mo and was rolling over on her own? I put her down on her side and she had rolled. She still loves sleeping on her belly. She also had a fit that DS wasn't there and refused to leave till she saw him. DS had had a batch of carrots and had diahreah which caused a diaper rash so bad any time we pulled his diaper off he would scream. So when DP finally came back with DS, I pealed his diaper down to show her his ass. DS immediately went into the bath once she left for the 10th time that day. DS always had problems with diaper rash, contact dermititis and exema from the time he was 3.5mo and started teething. SW14 had come with a cop and even the cop was confused about why she was looking for broken glass when I was sitting there folding laundry. By this time, DP had "recovered" from his heart attack and was just getting his strength back.
She was supposed to have shown back up 4 days later. When she didn't show at the appointed time, DP called into CPS and asked wtf? Our social worker, SW13 showed up and was "quite upset" when he found out that the landlady was next door. I knew she had been listening outside our window. She was also one of those who hated kids and would yell at them when they played outside and were running back and forth. The kids were only allowed to play in their own immediate "back yards." A small patch of grass 10feetX10feet.
Two weeks later, DS came down sick with pneumonia. While I was putting DD into the car, landlady came over and threatened us with eviction. If we didn't leave she was going to evict us because 4 other tenants were going to leave because of all the noise >we< were making. We checked the law and offered to leave "in two months." SW13 was told because of another complaint and while packing, I showed him photos of one of the things we had found that caused us to want to leave faster - mushrooms growing from the window sill less than 3 feet from where DD was sleeping!
We finally left the place. SW14 showed up at DS's daycare in a tizzy because we had "taken off" and "left the place a pigsty." Gee-- we moved out on a Saturday in the middle of a rainstorm. I had come back the next day to keep on cleaning and since landlady was going to charge us for carpet cleaning and more, we decided she should EARN her money for the stress she put us through. SW14 then showed up later that night just as I had taken a DC (or both) out shopping. I passed her car on the way out. LOL. SW13 was on paternity leave so we no longer had him helping us.
SW14 was furious that we had "just left without a forwarding address." We asked SW15 and SW16 who showed up to "inspect" our temporary location a few days later if we were required by law to give them a forwarding address. We were told no. I also loaned a few of my Mothering mags to them which I never got back.
Finally, last june, we moved again to live with friends for 2 months. In August, we moved to this location. Early September, SW17+SW18 showed up at our door unannounced. There was a complaint of "feces all over the walls" and "concerns were raised." We had barely moved into that place 6 weeks and were still bringing our property out of storage. I was totally WTF and slammed the door on their faces. DP went in a while later to talk to the guy. I got a message on my door from SW18 after another unnanounced visit that he wanted to talk to me - I was at training - and finally, a few days later, showed up with my "journal" of mothering, lj, and emails I had made all as one large file for him to read. "You want to know how I coped? Here."
A month later, we got a letter from him saying these are our strenghts, these are things we need to work on. And he closed the file again. At least he was a "good" one and had trained and worked with SW13.
We expect a yearly visit now. If they showed up today, they'd see a large garbage back I can't carry out and yes, this place is a mess. So what? I'm not June Cleaver and I clean when I clean. Hard to clean when you're so dizzy you feel faint every time you stand. Morning sickness doesn't help either. Now, CPS here doesn't have the funds to "help" as much anymore, so if they can close a file with minimum effort, they do it.