Ive been thinking a lot about various cases I know of where CPS stepped inand where it didnt.
The case of the free-range children in Maryland came to mind.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/loca...611a60dd8e5_story.html?utm_term=.b6c47644e401
Ive also thought back to when I was in a waiting room while my son was in speech therapy. A dad and his son were there waiting, and the dads treatment of the son tore my heart out. He yanked him by the arm, said, Get over here, boy, smacked him, and was verbally abusiveall because the boy closed blinds on a window.
I stepped out and called police, and the call taker said that she would not send out an officer.
I argued, If the father is treating the boy so terribly in publicin a mandatory reporters waiting roomwhat does he do to the boy behind closed doors?
The call taker again declined to send out a unit, saying police would need to see the abuse occur in their presence.
I said, Im standing in the office parking lot. I am right across the street from a police substation. There is a patrol car right there. Cant anyone come by and check on the boy? Talk to the dad? See if the boy is ok? Casually observe?
Again, refusal.
Cut to another instance when I was driving behind a car and called 911 because two toddlers were running back and forth across the back seat. There were no child seats in view. Seat belts were not in use. That call taker had me follow the car until police could catch up and pull over the driver.
Last week at work, I handled paperwork that led me down one rabbit hole and then another. Long story short(-ish), police were asked to do a welfare check on a family. When police arrived at the home, the mom sobbed at the door, begging police to not go inside because, she said, once they saw the living conditions, they would take her children from her.
Police entered the home. CPS arrived. The home had no heat, no working stove, no working refrigerator. Perishable food was lined up on the floors, against the walls, in hopes that the cold walls and floors would keep the food from spoiling.
The toilets overflowed with feces. The mom said they hadnt been flushed in a month or so. The upstairs sink and shower also had copious amounts of feces in them.
There was no hot waterand no feces-free shower in which to bathe. There was a golf-cart size hole in the ceiling. The home had one working light: a desk lamp in the living room.
The mom explained that her husband left a year ago, leaving her with their six children and no financial support. She was embarrassed and doing the best she could, she said, but too proud to ask for help for fear of losing her children.
Neighbors fed the kids occasionally and allowed them to shower at their houses. None spoke up. None offered more guidance and help than meals and occasional showers.
The county sent out a building inspector who deemed the home uninhabitable. The mom and children were placed in a rental home. She is required to get mental health treatment. CPS checks on the kids and the living conditions regularly.
And then, on the other, other hand, theres my former neighbor who used to leave her two-year-old strapped in her high chair, eating breakfast alone with two dogs, while mom and grade-schooler son walked down the street and around the corner to the bus stop.
I asked her the what-ifs: What if the two-year-old chokes? What if she tries to get out of the highchair and it tips? What if she becomes entangled in the straps? What if the dogs mom rescued from the streets of Bolivia decide they want the little girls Cheerios? What if there is a fire?
I was told that she is a free-range parent, that Im a catastrophic thinker, that I shouldnt meddle. 911s lack of concern for the abused boy in the speech therapists waiting room made me hem and haw when I considered calling in my concerns about High Chair Mom.
And, finally, theres the 10-year-old boy who walked a mile or so barefoot on a little country road here in my county and knocked on a strangers door, asking for food.
The boy was injured, hungry, and dirty. The boys parents punished him by forcing him to kneel for hours on a board with nails sticking out of it. They burned his hands on a stove burner as another punishment. He had never attended school and lived in the middle of nowhere, so no one knew of him or missed him or worried about him.
The people whose doorstep he walked to called police. CPS took custody of the boy. The parents have been charged with felony child abuse.
Theres just so much of this out there. Ive intervened at least three times and have been shut down by 911, been told to chill, and, alternatively, been told to follow that car!
I dont know where Im going with this or why Im sharing it. I suppose I just cant wrap my mind around the concern and the lack of concern; the alarm and the scoldings to chill; the immediate response, the appropriate response, the heartfelt response, and the lack of response in such cases.
Anyway . . . [emoji53]
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