The cracks will show

chapter 3 The report of silence

16th January 2020

I received the report from the stage 2 investigation. the investigators found all my complaints to be true. This included unlawful removal of my children, false reports , the lack of support, and the list goes on. But the local authority already edited the paperwork, and when I questioned it and demanded a stage 3 investigation.

The local authority only then issued me to court 2 years after their first involvement. I finally thought I would be able to present my evidence and be listened to. Little did I know the family courts were as bad as the local authority despite the mountain evidence I had compared to no evidence the local authority had.

I ignored the local authority and even went as far as inviting my ex partner to the courts despite just being released from prison for his evil domestic violence against me. Before this, I had heard many stories about the family courts but never believed it. But now I was in the centre of it being treated like a criminal. I jumped through many hoops, but nothing seemed good enough.

The local authority demanded that i undergo a psychological assessment as well as a parenting assessment. It was shocking that they had spent 2 years at this point pulling and picking my life apart, and now they wanted a psychological assessment done.

The local authority up till this point was dishonest about every single thing. this i could prove I had mountains of evidence. During the psychological assessment, the local authority made up a past, and never had they told stories about how I was mentally impaired. One of the psychological assessments was done, and the report came out .

It was completely filled with all the lies the local authority told with in their reports it stated I needed two forms of therapy. Emdr and dbt are for childhood trauma, yet despite telling the assessor about what the local authority had put me through for 2 years, it wasn't mentioned within the report.

Again, another professional who couldn't tell the truth, everyone who seemed to be linked to the local authority didn't seem to know what truth was. The court started April 2020 it would go on for a year with the family court listening to the local authority lies and false reports.

My 5th child was set to be born October 2020, and I knew it was just more fuel for the local authority and more money in there forever growing piggy banks. At this point, I felt let down and defeated, but I wasn't giving up that easy. I had more than enough evidence it was a case of finding someone who wasn't out to fill their pockets to listen.

Throughout the court case, the local authority did everything they could to wind me up. No matter what I did or did, it was completely useless. Finally, the light switched on in my brain that the courts were as corrupt as the local authority. I had many judges throughout the case, each one being more ignorant than the last.

It was almost like I was a small fish in the Big Pond of sharks. I refused to give up knowing the evidence I had, but my evidence meant nothing to those filling their pockets off my misery.

It didn't help that I had the most wicked evil lying social worker there could ever be.

She was as evil as the devil and would lie as easy as blinking your eyes. Yet she had a baby like voice and would talk to you like you're a preschooler. I've never hated anyone as much as I hated her complete narcissist. For whatever reason, she had the courts eating out of the palm of her hands ✋️ it was almost like she had a grip on each and every judge. She intervered with every inch of my life, disrupting my therapy, turning up telling me my children were going up for adoption despite the court not knowing about adoption at this point.

She was so cunning that my therapist reported her and obtained an order stating she couldn't interfere with my therapy sessions. Yet none of that mattered she continued to ruin my life piece by piece. It was almost like she wasn't happy unless she was lying and being evil. I absolutely hated her, and she absolutely hated me.

I begged for a new social worker. Yet despite the conflict, she never went away, so the torture continued. Every single lie she told I proved otherwise, yet it was like she was untouchable the more she got away with, the more ruthless she got. Despite all that me reporting her was not happening because each and every time I was told I couldn't due to being within the court process.

It then suddenly dawned on me that my stage 3 was halted due to court proceedings there fore I was only issued to court so local authority could continue to get away with every thing they had done and continue to do.

I felt helpless, and with nowhere to turn my 5th child was finally born, and local authority soon came for my newborn they obtained an order to which I had to move from my home to my parents 35 miles away. I was devastated.

I had to rehome my family cats and let my home go to ruin with mould. At this point in my head, enough was enough of my hatred for local authority was boiling. I was on the ferge of snapping and not in a good way. boiling and bubbling, I became aggressive and abusive towards the social worker, and she knew how to grip my s**t to the point of breaking.

I started to feel like I was losing myself. I was just a shell of my former self, yet the social worker was like an endless broken record on reply. Her involvement became more than professional it was personal.