I want to start this off by saying that I did a video on this 2 months ago. And last weekend I noticed that video along with a few others have vanished off of DTube. So now I will write these down instead of doing videos.
I was searching around in a box of old photos I got when my step-mother died and I came across this photo of me when I was around 12 years old. This is one of the last photos I have of me being happy before I was taken away from my family. The next picture I have I was almost 18. I will show you more photos as I continue to tell you my story.
I had an experience with CPS when I was real young I believe I was between 3-4 years old. I am still waiting on further details on this since I was so young I do not remember it so clearly. When I get those details, I will tell you about that story. But this story I am telling you happened when I was 12 years old.
It was my 8th grade year. Which was the last year I attended a regular school. One day I had an argument with my father before I went to school and this one got out of hand. I was 12 years old and getting mouthy. So, my father smacked me on the mouth and I went into the bathroom and did my makeup for that day. I was still learning how to apply foundation, and I did not like the way it came out, so I tried to take it off and reapply it. By doing this I left a huge red mark on my forehead. I had no choice other than to go to school with this poorly covered up red marked face and a busted lip. When I arrived at school no one said a word to me about the state of my face. A few hours into school I was called to the principal’s office. There I was meet by a CPS case worker and a police officer. They did not talk to me at the school. Instead they took me to the police station where I was questioned and held for the remainder of the day. I was given nothing to eat all day and only 1 glass of water. There they told me that my father had done horrible things to me. Which he had not. They told me that they were being told that they have others saying my father was abusing me. My father loved me, and I insisted that he never abused me. After a few hours they kept telling me things like they did not believe what I was saying, “Why was I trying to protect him?” “He would never hurt me again.” “I was safe now.” This went on for some time. Than they told me that if I talked to them, they would take me home. After trying to tell them the truth all day I thought they wanted me to tell them what they believed to be the truth and they said they would take me home. So, I told them that my father abused me. I told them what I thought they wanted to hear.
This was the worse mistake of my life and the single act that tore my family apart. The glee they had when I “finally confided in them” was like watching a flip being switched. By this time, it was already dark outside, and I was moved from the police station to another office where I was given something to eat. I think it was a cheese sandwich. There I sat for a few more hours. I kept asking them when I was going home and at one point they told me they were trying to find me a home. This is the moment I realized I was not going home. They put me in a foster home that night and I remember the bedroom there was nowhere to walk as there were a few bunk-beds in it and other bedrooms with other children. This was my worse nightmare.
The next time I saw my father was in court. I was not allowed to go near him. This was also the day that I meet my attorney. This attorney was the only person that stayed in my life for me the rest of my childhood. He later became my G.A.L. When I heard the claims against my father in the courtroom I tried to recant, and they would not let me talk. Than I tried to tell my attorney the truth and he said there was nothing he could do at that point. It took some time but the initial charges against my father were dropped. CPS was not done with us though. They claimed that I was disturbed as who could say such horrible things against their own father when they were untrue. And they got my father to enter in a case of CINFINS. Which stands for Child In Need of Services Family In Need of Services.
I tell you this because this was a common way to keep a child in foster care when they did not have any real reasons of abuse. This was a huge mistake on our part as this kept our case plan open indefinitely. Under this case plan I was never allowed to go back home. For the rest of my childhood I stayed in a few foster homes but the most of my time I was a runaway. I spent time in a few Mental Hospitals, and Juvenile Detention, and a few different Group Homes and a Shelter for teens. I will tell you about these places in future posts. This post I wanted to tell you what brought me to foster care and how my story began.
This was the start of a lifetime dealing with CPS. I have been a foster child, G.A.L., Day Care Worker, Ran my home day care, and a Foster Parent. I have also had CPS called on my for my own children a few times.
As I stated before this some of this was talked about in my videos, but those videos are now gone. So, I will put them into blogs so they will be here for whenever anyone needs them.
This is just the beginning of my story and the information that I have. If you wish to hear more please consider following. And upvoting and resteem this. The more people that know about the ways CPS uses to steal children the less likely they are to get away with it. And one day we will be strong enough to put a stop to their tyranny.
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As always Thank you for taking the time to read this post. It means the world to me to finally have a place where I can speak openly and without fear or repercussion.
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