In case you are wondering, 'The Division of Youth and Family Services (DYFS) is New Jersey's child protection and child welfare agency within the Department of Children and Families. Its mission is to ensure the safety, permanency and well-being of children and to support families.DYFS is responsible for investigating allegations of child abuse and neglect and, if necessary, arranging for the child's protection and the family's treatment.'
How can they take serious an allegation of child abuse, in this case, a diagnosis of a spiral fracture, if it turns out that the so-called experts who read the so-called x-ray were so oh so wrong? Well, they did. Now in my family we have a very disturbed 2 and a half year old boy.
My great nephew and his mom were out playing ball when he fell backwards. His mom was concerned so she and her partner, my nephew took, we'll call 'A' to the hospital to be checked out. My nephew said that as soon as the x-rays were developed he and his partner were given dirty looks. These fine professionals, I imagine who were short of their tattle tale quota, called DYFS.
Meanwhile, my sister, her friend and I were in Atlantic City for a couple of days. My sister started getting phone calls from her son with what was happening.
The hospital released my great nephew so his parents took him home to my sister's house where they live. Then at 2am on a Tuesday morning, the blond storm trooper disguised as a DYFS worker stormed my sister's house with two policemen, like the coward she is. They took 'A' who was in pain and confused and put him in a foster home, location unknown.
My sister, 'A's grandmother got more and more upset, especially after her mobile hone died. To make a long night shorter by 3:15am we were on the road home where we arrived a little after 4. No sleep that night.
DYFS said that if my parents' home met their approval then 'A' could live with them but first we had to await a call about the court date which had to come within 72 hours.
On Wednesday my sister was over at our parents' trying to figure out things for our parents' 60 wedding anniversary luncheon. She called home to see if there had been any phone messages when she heard that the court case was to be heard at 1pm that day. So she rallied the troops and I found myself going too. We left dad at home. Mind you he had just got out of hospital the week before after suffering a heart attack.
So after going through security we went up to the floor where the case would be heard. My mother, younger nephew and I sat in one alcove with a young woman who was there for the same reason. My sister, older nephew and his partner went into a room where they met their public defender and to sign papers.
The young woman's lawyer came out, handed her some papers to read (must have been 2 inches thick) and he used twice the 'F' word, very unprofessional. She borrowed a pen to underline all the things that were wrong and according to her there were plenty.
My nephew came out saying that their lawyer said that he didn't understand why we were in court, that the hospital was wrong. Then my nephew started pointing out what was wrong in his papers. How about misspelling his son's name? The best was yet to come and for this alone the blond storm trooper should be fired, she had reported that my nephew was the biological father of 2 other children and gave their names.
At that the young woman looked up and said but that's my children's names. Yep, the blond twit got the 2 cases mixed up.
At 1:45 the guard ushered us in to the court room where we sat and listened to the judge mumbling at the divorce cases he was hearing. Should I mention that my mom knows his father? We sat there for 2 hours on those hard benches until the judge finished the divorces and he asked my nephew what his case was. Gee, the idiots ushered us to the wrong court room. DYFS gave us the wrong room number.
To make another hour short, 'A' would be returned to his mom and dad who have to live at my parents' until they deem that my sister's house was 'uncluttered' enough. Umm, you try living in 2 bedroom house with 5 adults, one toddler, and a Newfoundland dog and not find clutter. So we had to wait for 'A' to be taken from his foster house, taken to a doctor for a check-up and only then he would be brought to my parents. When the nice caseworker came over to check my parents' home (and she was nice), to make sure that 'A' would have his own room she actually asked if they had hot water.
So 'A' and his mom moved into my parents' home, in the room where I had been staying, I had to move into my former childhood bedroom.
DYFS never said a word how 'A' got along in the foster home except to say that he had just started to talk that morning. Nothing about if he had his medicines which he has to take for a condition, not a thing. Disgusting. The next day DYFS was to pick him, his mom, and my sister to a hospital to have his leg checked out since he only had a half cast on. She got lost driving them there. They returned with a full cast on his leg which he wasn't allowed to walk on. He quickly discovered that he could scoot around on his tummy to be mobile.
The disturbing thing was the way he wanted, in the evening, to be held and to stand in a corner so no one could see him. Yay DYFS for making this child scared and insecure. A bunch of incompetents in charge of the loony asylum. By the time I left he was more secure but he was still having separation anxiety if he couldn't see his mother. My nephew and his partner were able to work opposite shifts so at least one of them was with him all the time.
Hopefully, next week DYFS will give their blessing and let my nephew, partner and 'A' go home to my sister's. No apology nothing came out of DYFS' mouth. They should be ashamed of themselves and go and disrupt the lives of people who do abuse their children.
'A's doctor has agreed for a referral so a bone density test can take place. Apparently my nephew when he was young broke bones easily as does my sister. There is a condition, which I don't know the name of it, which causes bones to break easily. I wonder and am glad that I don't nor my children have it.
Oh why did I mention that the storm trooper was blond? A former classmate/friend came over for a chat and 'A' was scared of her. Why She's blond. Thank you DYFS for that too. I wonder if they will agree to pay for counseling for 'A' after what they did to him.
Probably not, of course they will say they were only following orders and protocol. Gee, where have we heard that before?
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