I was in care for 7yrs and moved 41 times!
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| I was in care for 7yrs and
moved 41 times! I was in care for 7yrs moved to 39 children’s homes, 2 foster placements. At 16 I was in a home when I fell pregnant my social worker wanted me to abort I wouldn’t and then it all went crazy from then, the children’s home wouldn’t keep me past 7 months and Social Services wouldn’t do anything to find me any where to go the staff of the unit asked me where I wanted to go as I couldn’t stay another night I had no where other then back to my mums house. That’s somewhere I wanted to be for years so without any planning they returned me to my mother. in time my waters broke in hospital and the social worker turned up out of the blue and told me my baby would be removed at birth and I would never see him I wouldn’t even be allowed to hold him i started screaming and the sw was asked to leave. After 39 hours of pain and trying to keep him inside while my mum was trying to get legal help and media who wouldn’t touch my case. I did give birth to my beautiful baby boy and after a short cuddle true to their word the Social Services took him away. Three weeks later and a long fight at court I finally got to see and hold my baby for just 30 mins under constant supervision with a SS officer watching my every move. After so many court cases I managed to secure extended contact periods and after even more legal fighting I eventually won the chance of going to a mother and baby unit. Then the day came. My baby was 4 months old he didn’t know me. Also I never knew him he had a feeding problem no body informed of this and he would cry and cry I would talk sing rock him with love all night but to staff watching it was never good enough, I bit my lip and said nothing, but one day I snapped through the sheer stress and lack of sleep and after being constantly harassed by social workers I suddenly swore at a staff member and told them to get lost. The next day we had our weekly meeting the SS staff took my baby into the office and when I walked into the meeting the police were present and told me “they didn’t feel the placement was working and they had just removed my baby from the building?” I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. They let me have contact twice a week under there watchful eye for an hour. One day my baby turned up for contact with a bump on his head when i asked about it they told me he bumped his head on a table trying to crawl. another contact they brought him in their arms something wasn’t right his breathing was funny the colour of his lips was nearly grey, I yelled at them to call 999 they told me he had a cold I told them not to be so bloody stupid they wouldn’t call 999 and after a fight we got a CAB to the hospital I held him all the way and put my trust in god. At the hospital he was taken straight to the resuscitation room where medical staff treated him, then hospital doctor removed his nappy and I nearly died my poor little boys bottom was red raw with puss filled blisters. My baby was in hospital for eight days where I stayed with him day and night. Nobody from Social Services came to the hospital nor did the foster carer. It was Xmas wk 1998 and my mum went out and brought him clothes and gifts. On Xmas eve despite my protests he was discharged back to the same foster carer. New Years Eve police came to my door to tell me my baby was back in hospital, I rushed there to find he had the worst form of meningitis. My brave little man beat the odds and after three weeks he was discharged back to his abusive foster carer. Shortly after he was moved to another foster carer following complaints that the original carer had a chronic drugs problem and was allegedly seen smashing his head on a coffee table after my child was found eating cats meat from a bowl after crawling under the coffee table. No legal action was taken against her social services or carer; instead they calmly removed her own children and stopped from her fostering for life. I received a verbal apology simply saying sorry but drastically six months later my baby was forcefully adopted against my will. I have since had two other boys both were forced adoptions one day I will tell you about them, I finally got the Social Services to give me another chance in 2003 with my 4th child but born early at 30wks weighing 2lb he lost his fight and died peacefully in my arms. July 2004 I had a still born, a little girl maybe god took them so social services couldn’t? Thank you Fassit for giving me hope Susan Published by Fassit UK© Back |
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