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I was not a social worker at the time, but I have had a very traumatic experience with children's services. I have had what any “normal “ person would consider as a mis-spent youth, and I paid dearly for the mistakes that I had made, so when I was good and ready to finally make my family life, I expected it to be a wonderful experience. I was dead wrong. You see, unfortunately I didn't block my evil mother off my Facebook page and I ended up being such a proud mother of my own daughter that I posted 1 photo… 1 damn picture of my daughter and I.Well, next thing I know I have children's services at my door trying to tell me that I am living with strangers in a crack den, and that my home is unsuitable for anyone to be living in… Truth is that I was living with the paternal grandmother of my child and her father, we had just ripped out the 20 year old carpet, we had EVERYTHING that we needed for our baby up to 18 months… so the worker tricks me by finding out the one thing that I don't have, which is a snuggly (the front wearing baby carrier) and tells me that she is going to take me to the Walmart to purchase one. So she gets myself and my baby into her car with My carseat and as we are pulling into the Walmart parking lot proceeds to tell me that if I go back to my home, she will take my baby from me…Well I was just flabbergasted, I mean, really what could I do? So I phoned the only friend I could think of who owned a pickup truck and told him what was happening… He flew down the highway and was at my place in 25 minutes. I was unable to reach my daughters father who was at work while all this was taking place and of course grandma didn't know what to say or do, so I had no choice but to pack up all of my daughters things and put them in my friends truck. So it was decided that I would be able to stay at my friend's house until I could be placed… IN A HOMELESS SHELTER. Because the worker decided that a shelter was a better option than the house that I shared with my husband and his mother. When my husband got home from work, his worst nightmare had come true… The wife and baby were gone and his mother was crying that the child welfare people had taken us away. As any sane man would do, he put the bottle of rum to his head and pulled the trigger.I begged to go home, I was placed on the other side of the city from my home and after 4 months of being under the microscope, they finally released me Back to the same home that they pulled me out of with nothing but an apology. When I returned home, my husband was no longer the man who I had fell in love with, instead he was a full blown alcoholic and I was attempting to help him through his problem, but even his own mother could not get through to him, I went so far as to purchase a breathalyzer and antibuse for him, still all my efforts were in vain, I made the decision to move out, only to find out that I was pregnant with his second daughter…he begged me to come home, him promising me that he had changed, literally down on his knees, his mother also promised me that she would always be there for me and the kids. I fell for it, only because I was so in love with him and I really wanted our family the way it was before the children's services got involved, what a whimsical fantasy that was.After the birth of our second child… Wait, the man showed up to the hospital, yes DRUNK! FAAAK, WTF, right?!? So I figured that if we could move to another jurisdiction a little more north, that he wouldn't be triggered by his old friends and hang out spots, but this loser ended up running away from our new home and when he finally did reappear he realized that I was not going to put up with his bad behaviour. He realized that I was leaving him (again).So men like him tend to believe that if he couldn't have me and a family plus have his alcohol too, that if he can't get what he wants, we'll neither should anyone else. So he made a very vendictive move by tricking me into allowing him to watch the kids while I went out shopping… My worst mistake of my entire existence was trusting the man whom I loved the most in the world because he obviously had it in for me and to prove to me how much of a mistake I made by breaking off our relationship, he came to my house with a 26oz of vodka and as soon as I left out the door, he chugged the bottle as much as he could and proceeded to call 911 on himself.Needless to say, yup… CHILDREN'S SERVICES came almost immediately and apprehended my beautiful daughters, I literally came home to a very poorly written letter on my refrigerator that informed me that my children were in the custody of social services and I was to call a number… I cacalled and called and called and when someone finally picked up the damn phone, they refused to give me a date and time to see my kids, they showed up the very next morning demanding a drug test and at this point I had been clean for almost 5 years. I got back the initial report which stated that my house was in disarray (it wasn't) they said that I must have been using drugs because my eyes were red and puffy (duh, obviously I had been up crying all night… No, Not doing drugs) I didn't even smoke WEED at the time.It was 2 weeks before my first visit with my children and they slaughtered me in the initial court hearing, and within the first week, sent over a drug test collector who cut my hair and sealed it in a bag. Now does anyone wanna guess what the results were for the drug test?All 3 of us were tested, my 2 daughters and myself… MMy oolder daughter was negative across all panels and I was as well.. So tell me HOW THE FUK my baby tested positive for cocaine? Like, where did you find a drug dealer in my womb and I would have liked to have some cocaine, but I remained sober because I had the desire to make my happiness through my family…I fought for 2 years trying everything to show my love for my daughters and that I am a competent mother.. Everything failed, and I couldn't understand how when I was doing everything right and was having wonderful visits with my daughters, why the paperwork didn't reflect my efforts… In fact, I realized that the workers had all been lying in their notes, they hired a bullshit quack of a “psychologist “ who tried to say that I was too insane to parent my kids, yet my own doctor and a private assessment showed otherwise and the court refused to listen to my evidence, she was on the side of the children's aid and they painted me off as the most fuckd up monster in the world and the judge bought it.As for the drug test that literally sealed my fate, turns out that there is a law suit that my name was in… The only reason why I did not get a massive settlement was because the children's aid workers wrote in my file that I was a victim of domestic abuse, which wasn't true. And even still, did I not deserve the money after being slandered by these people who decided to legally kidnap my babies from me? Either way I don't care about money, I just want to see my kids again and they are refusing to give me any kind of information regarding their status, whereabouts, or even if they are still alive. I don't sleep at night and I still find myself crying for my daughters.I was so afraid to even think about trying to make another family for the sheer fear that at any given moment whenever “They” decided, they could just come into my house and take my life away. Now I have a son, and it has been a long harrowing experience, but this time the workers were like “oh sorry, we already fuckd you over, so you can keep your son “ as if it was nothing, as if I didn't suffer any trauma at all… And still refuse to give me information on my daughters… even after proving that I am an amazing mom… So to answer your question about “getting over the shit : whelp, I keep my dreams alive, and I have cried and grieved but I know that by the grace of God I will see my daughters again and I will be there when they need me the most because everyone knows how hard ‘adulting’ can be, and in the meantime I stay strong and courageous by writing music for my kids. I know that one day they will listen to my stories in my songs and come to know how much I love each and every one of them. Children's aid is just a big scam, people who do not want their children end up torturing and neglecting their kids, whereas parents who fight the hardest end up losing the battle (and their sanity).For anyone who is going through this: I am praying for you and your family, I am actually well on my way to becoming a social worker, I am starting with the homeless shelter system as I have been trapped there before and I know that I am making a difference by being more compassionate and patient than what I was shown by the workers who I dealt with. Be kind, do good, it's good for you, do bad it's bad for you, so always do good… Unfortunately not everyone has this characteristic, so be proud of yourself for sharing your light in this cold scary worldThink I'm lying or omitting anything, here's what happens in the real world. It's extremely disturbing Messages From the People

No, but I have been the doctor who was disrespectful.The patient was a child, and I was hasty with the mother. I don't recall why, but I was hurried, and I was on edge about an unrelated topic. The mother called attention to my tone, and I realized she was right.So I said, "you're right. I apologize"Not, "I'm sorry you're upset". That's a fake apology..regretting their response, instead of regretting that I caused it. Not, "I'm sorry, there's a lot on my mind". The things on my mind aren't her concern.I have wondered ever since how she felt about that. Maybe victorious, after the powerful doctor was humbled. Maybe a blunted anger, knowing that to stay angry could make her seem wrong. But maybe at peace, knowing that humans mis-speak sometimes, and the ones who can admit it are just humans—maybe they're even nice humans.Now that I've seen a similar question many times on Quora, I wonder why. There are countless questions here about rabies, cheating spouses, drug tests, rude celebrities and avoiding pregnancies. Some seem to be seeking titillation, gossip, etc. Why do so many people ask about doctors who made them mad? Are lawyers, architects and plumbers not equally capable of these errors? Or is there some greater entertainment in discussing a doctor who was rude? Is Quora about learning from others, or is it more about vicarious thrills?

Complain about their jobs during the interview.Ask how you feel about working on the weekends.Imply that your future boss is a jerk or an idiot.Ask you about responsibilities that were not listed in the job description.Keep asking you about how you handle stress.Play obnoxious games during the interview (e.g. good cop bad cop, stress interviews, etc.)Act impressed that you have basic skillsMis-schedule the interviewAsk you about your salary expectations and then get weird afterwardNarrow in on every conceivable weakness you have without addressing your strengthsTalk about their problems with turnover (but they’re always “turning it around” of course)Ask you questions that could easily be answered by taking 10 seconds to look at your resume before the interviewEvade questions that you have for them.Act superior to you.Ask you about irrelevant gaps in your resume (you were unemployed for 4 months back in 2009. This is super important apparently).Demonstrate that they’re dissatisfied with your answers rather than just moving on.Mention the fun committee as an employee perkTalk about their random drug testing policyAsk you situational questions that make it clear that this place sucks to work at.Ghost you after the interview.Offer you the job long after you assumed they ghosted you.Have someone interview you that is unfamiliar with the position you’re interviewing for.Give you assignments after the interview that take multiple days to complete.Act desperate to hire someoneTalk about how hard it is to fill this position.