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Originally Posted By Rinda

It happend with my last foster placement. This SW had no kids, but five cats who ment the world to her. (She went to my kids school and asked them if they thought I was pulling one of the kids hair out. (mind you this is a kid who has been in and out of foster care because of her four times since he was 20 months, 5 1/2 when he left and has been pulling his own hair out since he was 25 months old.)) I had very bad "vibes" from her from the get go. I wish I had put a stop to it early on.

The kids therapist was trying to explain the whole thing to me. That sometimes workers get their jobs because they like to "play God" and have some kind of a personality disorder. The kids therapist was on mind side, but the SW decided not to listen to her, even though she is one of the few "experts" for foster/adopt kids in this area.

One of the things she kept holding aganist me was when I said to the little boy "But you won't even get to go to the Christmas party," when she pulled him out of my house (a year before the school thing) and sent him to live in a motel room with his drug adict/ drunk father who was shacked up with a woman for Christmas. I was trying not to cry, scream, cuss the lady out, and ask for permision to take him to the party which we had been building up for weeks, had special clothes for, etc...(the little boy spent Christmas away from his sister and brother (they were one year older and one year younger then him, and had the same jerk of a birthfatherlisted on their birth records) for the first time and missed all the Christmas fun, he came back into care three 1/2 weeks later because he didn't want him (he told the kid this, he was almost five years old at the time)

I keep playing the whole thing over and over and the only things I can think is 1. when I first got the ucky feeling in my gut I should have said no/enough to her and had the children moved 2. I should have offically, in writing complained to her supervisor 3. and of course document every thing (this actually saved me, because I had most everything written down (kept all reports and had because I asked for most of the offical letters written by his mental healthcare providers) and I think when I read back over the phone to one of the supervisors, my unoffical child abuse investigation stopped) I am a teacher, I would have lost everything!!!!