It was as any other normal day. We were homeless and sleeping on air beds at a friends bungalow and the social services and local council were on our case.
Initially, I was evicted from my home along with my three young daughters for a total of £220 rent arrears.I was actually claiming benefits at the time. I was a deserted mother. Not a single mother. For me personally, there is a significant difference and refused to be labeled a single parent, because I was’nt.
I attended the local county court whereby a man from welfare rights was to be there to give me support. Needless to say, he was not present and it would have made no difference if he had of. It was cut n dried from the moment I stepped into that room. They wanted me out. No matter what. For reasons I cannot go into as prior to my being evicted, my then housing officer had warned me of a conspiracy among a certain six neighbors and would try to get me an exchange. This never materialised as she was suddenly removed from my case as my housing officer and as she mildly put it, ” can not have any more verbal contact”. A new housing officer took over my case. Whilst trying to convince the Judge that I was able to make payments directly taken from my benefits to cover the arrears (as had done on two previous occasions), he point blank refused and said it wouldn’t be possible. It was a Friday afternoon and I was given until Tuesday morning to leave the premises. The house was boarded up and myself and three daughters were on the street. The strangest thing of all, was the Judge asking me if I had wanted to appeal and I obviously replied yes but he said “well I am turning you down”. He said I could appeal to the circuit Judge but that it would take a week to obtain the forms and send them to the relevant people and as he was literally giving me a few days to leave the house., then that was a pointless suggestion to make. I asked him if he was able to sleep comfortably at nights and if he worshiped Satan. I was not allowed any where near the house after this and neighbors were told to ring the police if I should be even seen anywhere near the house.we were sent here, there and everywhere whilst they made a decision as to whether I had made myself intentionally homeless. Given there were contributing factors that lead to this. One, being the recent death of my mother. Also, my bouts of depression. After a total of three months, their conclusion was that I had made myself intentionally homeless. The nightmare had only just began….
Now we were actually on the street. Sleeping rough in cars and just blankets to try and keep us warm and going from this place to another. My head felt like it was going to burst. That it would explode with such anxiety and frustration.I was overwhelmed with fear as to where we would end up and I could not be without my children. They were my life. How could this be happening. No one wanted to help. Every door was closed. We ended up in a women’s refuge and lost everything. After months of half way houses, sofa surfing and appeals, we ended up on a friends floor whilst I tried desperately to save for a deposit to rent privately. The social services were on my case and I had managed to save at least half the deposit but still, they refused to assist me after promising they would help. However, they seemed all too keen to want to accommodate the girls but not all of us together. I had been lead to believe that their strategy was to keep families together. This is not how they operate. We spent many a time hiding behind sofas when social workers were knocking on the door and my heart would be racing with fear at the thought of them taking my children.The day before the kidnappers turned up at the door,which would in an instant, change our lives forever…
I just remember potting plants with my youngest daughter. They were sun flowers. Now I can’t even look at a pot plant. Let alone a fucking sun flower. The next day, they told me I must let them go into temporary care whilst I could sort myself out. I did not sort myself out. I drank to oblivion and spent pretty much of my days crying unconsolably. I wanted to die. Even the estate agent that held on to a property while I tried for a loan and filled in forms, to have the rent paid directly to the landlord seemed to be in on this quest to steal my girls.. The council lost the forms ,(typically), which held up the loan and he had to let the property go. I believe the social worker, along with the council had a hand in placing me on a downhill path. My youngest has been in care for three years since the age of 12 and refuses to speak to me at all. I am crushed, but not beaten .I know I will win her back in time but the pain never eases. My older daughter who was 15, went through a period where she did not speak to me. I am now in regular contact with her as she is nearly 19 and my eldest who is 26, has been traveling for the past few years, has been my life line. If only these people even tried to put themselves in a mothers shoes. I would give anything to go back to that day and change it. I would have ran. Anywhere. It has ruined my life and had detrimental effects on my mental well being. The only good thing that has come out of all this, is my youngest daughter is doing extremely well in school and my 18 year old is off to university in September which is such an achievement, considering she played truant for the whole duration of secondary school. Myself, well I put myself through a home detox and have remained completely abstinent for over two and a half years.
These people are not in any way, in a position to destroy people’s lives and decide our fate. The statistics at present, show that 85 thousand, 452 babies are in care. How the hell did this ever happen? How did we get to this without anyone taking notice. How did they expect to be able to carry on unnoticed? Are we to foolishly believe that it was in all these infants best interest to be snatched from their natural mothers? Come on. This is beyond a joke now. It is without a doubt, a breach of human rights. A God given right to that child to be solely dependable upon their mother. Their right to natural affection and love. What of the bond between mother and child that no one on this earth has the right to intervene. Unless the child is seriously at risk. Or in iminent danger or harm.Only then, should anyone make the decision to remove the child and adoption should be the very last resort. The parents rights and responsibilities should not be denied and court orders need to be put into place. Far too many children are kidnapped by these breed of unethical, inhuman bunch of people.
These stories and everyone’s stories should be made public. The more people that are made aware of what is going on, then maybe progress will be made to put a stop to it…. Once and for all!