based upon a true story
You know, they put it all on me. CPS! I have a few wonderful words for them. Not!
You would think they would listen to what the judge said. You would think that they would hasten visits with my children so that we could be together sometimes, regularly, while they were away. You would think that they would want this, you would think that they would want the truth somewhere somehow.
But they were not interested in any of that. They were not interested in my having visitation with my kids. They were not interested in what the truth was. They had, from their standpoint, two very adoptable kids, and with all my heart and soul I believe that they were planning to cut me entirely out of the picture so that they could adopt out my kids and make a fortune on them.
Later I would go on to read all about the problems with CPS. I would go on to begin to study all the cases where they did to others exactly what they did to me. In fact, while I was going through what I was going through and stuck in what I was stuck in, I was crying every day and paying a fortune to a lawyer who in effect could not really do very much for me. So I couldn’t really see what was going on. As the proverb goes, I couldn’t see the forest for the trees.
About the best thing the lawyer actually did do for me was stop me from being so much of a lunatic mother that I lost my kids permanently. In the end, his greatest function was tempering me, was convincing me that if I didn’t play the game the way they wanted me to play the game I would lose my children forever.
He told me a story about how on the thirty-first of the month, a CPS worker went to a home to see a child who was in their system but had never been removed from the home. This meant that CPS had their eye on the child. In terms of what I know now, this meant that they were biding their time and waiting until the mother screwed up in such a way that they could effect a kidnapping.
So they get to the house and the kid isn’t there. They go through the house, two CPS workers, two people who were supposed to be on the side of the parent, especially this parent who was never accused of anything, who had never done anything, whose only issue was that she was a poor single mother. They go through every bit of the house as if they own it. The house is clean and well-kept. The only thing they find that they object to is that there’s not enough food, and there’s no milk in the refrigerator. They make a big deal of telling the mother this, and the mother, very innocently, tells them that she gave the last of her money to the kids who went out to buy milk.
So they plop their butts down on the sofa and wait for the kid to return. In the meantime they lambaste the mother, who was smoking a cigarette, for having money for cigarettes but not enough money for milk.
“But I sent the kids out.”
“That’s another thing, why would you send them out alone?”
“Jesus, the boy is fourteen years old. It’s not as if he’s a baby.”
Long story short, the boy, on an IEP for being ADHD, got distracted. Bought himself a nice new pen for school and forgot all about the milk. Right then, when they got home they took them away for — neglect.
The story was meant to tell me that CPS held all the cards and I should quietly, properly, appropriately, do what they said I had to do until we could get into court and prove our case.
