Six days after arriving home from the Hospital there was a knock at the Door. I opened the door to find a woman with a Police Officer. She identified herself as a Child Abuse Social Caseworker. I of course thought that perhaps she hadn't been informed of the investigation at the hospital that showed I had been prescribed a sleeping pill. Perhaps the counties don't talk to eachother. So I smiled and in a friendly way told her of the mix-up and exhonoration at the hospital. She then said that wasn't the only reason she was there. She told me she was there also to follow up on calls CPS had received from my friends/neighbors/relatives regarding their concerns on the messiness of my home. (She admitted on a later visit that they had received no such calls, she admitted she had lied about this).
I of course was shocked, and then immediately accused her of lying. I knew for a FACT that there is no way any such calls had ever been made. There was not a doubt in my mind. So she smiled a sneaky smile and asked if they could come in to 'clear this all up' by giving me ANOTHER drug test and inspecting my home. This is where I should have slammed the door in her face and never answered it again. But like MOST people I had no idea I was a small fish facing a shark. I believed her to be honest in her attempt to clear it up. So I let them in.
They entered my house and sat at my kitchen table. I was in the midst of making a cake so I had to make room. Then she asked me to pee in a cup. The police officer turned on his tape recorder. I said sure and we did the little drug test. She had a shell-shocked look when she checked and said, 'It's negative - no drugs.' For about 2 hours they preceded to question me about whatever they wanted. It was very intimidating. Then they asked to walk around my house. After 30 minutes they came back to the kitchen and said the only thing they could find wrong with my house was that my garbage can in the kitchen didn't have a lid. They suggested putting it under the sink. Then they left. I thought that was the end of that - they admitted the house was satisfactory and I once again tested negative for drugs. I was in for a shock.
Sorry but this story is hard to write, even 2 years later. I hate remembering it and thinking about it. My blood pressure skyrockets and I get really upset all over again. I have to restrain myself in each post from ranting, trying to write it objectively. Forgive me if I occasionally miss that mark - it's like a rape victim trying to be fair to her rapist. My next post will outline the charges that were brought against us soon after and our first through the ringer experience with CPS and the law.
