After a very bad push of abuse in Mexico I decided I needed to leave. Then the worst thing happened. He hit my youngest. It wasn't enough to bruse, but it was enough that I was worried.
I packed our bags and we left after school the next day. Not one friend was able to help me.
I took the kids 3 hours by bus to the only place that had room. It was not kid friendly. 4 days there was no bread, milk, eggs. Only fruit cups and granola bars.
We left that place after one morning H had a meltdown due to her sensory and anxiety issues and another person staying in the house yelled in her face to shut up.
We got in to another place closer to the kids school. I found an apartment and just had to wait a week and a bit.
I woke up one morning and as I was leaving I was pulled in a room, and was told I had given out the address. I never had, and I only knew how to get there by bus. I had them sit me in front of a computer and they searched my Facebook. I was told I would have to go. Then after they searched my Facebook they found I had not given out any location and then offed to move me to the other house as long as I did not leave, did not use my phone (give to them) and not talk to anyone till I moved out.
That did not sit well with me.
I left and took my youngest to play group. Was quite upset. Talked with a rec center lady and told her what happened and she tookit upon herself to call and when I got back the house manger accused me of lying and other issues.
I had found a place to go, and so I told them I did not want to discuss anymore, I was very upset after they had seen I had not posted anything they should have appologised. They huffed what for? They still will not gve me first names of the two supposed people who said I was giving info out.
I got a call from a social worker last week but kids were very sicks. I went in this week, only to find out that some one called in stating I was mentaly unstable, and not taking my medications. The only place that knew I took medications was the last transition house. What they don't know is I'm stable, and have been stable for years with only one low when my mother was diagnosed end stages with her illness.
The social worker is also stating I'm asking for too many services by asking for counselling for B to help with his trans* issues (anger, and again he was in the principals office for hitting yesterday), and for H to help with her anxiety and sensory issues.
Frankly I would be a shitty parent IF I DID NOT try to get them services.
So now I have to be at the whim of a social worker and pray they don't take my children. After a stressful time like this this is the last thing I need.
I all of you who read are doing well and have a happy winter holidays.
