Part II: Children's Protective Services - Joke of All Time

Another day has come and gone and still my daughter lacks protection. I'm trying to decide how to write the new occurrences with Georgia Child Protective Services (DFACS). No other way to start then to just let things flow. Yesterday I went to a meeting with members of protective services. I was told by the social worker that interviewed my daughter that her supervisor wanted to explain to me why the abuse of my child by her father was unsubstantiated. I agreed to go to this meeting and yesterday I did.

I was told the case would be open so that my daughter and I could meet with a case worker with DFACS. These were my expectations when I walked into the office. Instead of speaking with one individual over the reason why the case wasn't substantiated, and just being introduced to the case worker to set up further appointments I was outright ambushed. Not to sound like a western movie, but I kind of wish I would have taken a round to the back then mowed over like a deer caught in head lights. There was a supervisor, the social worker, case worker, an intern and most likely a hidden camera.

Before the supervisor entered, I explained to those that were in the room why I didn't understand my daughter's word wasn't enough to carry along with past evidence over her father's word that he wasn't abusing her. I can be very emotional, not yelling and belligerent, but more on the blubbering crying sort, because of containing the anguish of the loss of options to protect my child. Funny enough the supervisor came in and told me she was going to stop me (from talking), because there was nothing to substantiate the abuse. Despite the hospital first placing that my child's anus had been torn: 1st diagnosis rectal fissure and 2nd diagnosis suspected abuse, that my child was not being hurt. The supervisor said nothing in regards to the fact that a child psychiatrist previously stated that my child had a phobia of her father.