I'm going to start this by saying that I absolutely accept that I needed SS/professional help. I can see now (13 years later) that I definitely did. I didnt at the time though. I was very very depressed and wasn't thinking straight. This also meant that doing the obvious like "wash up" was beyond me. It's totally different, mentally, looking back to how it seemed at the time.
I also realise now that SS can't just "take" your DC. But when they told me that's what they'd do if I raised a complaint I believed them. I had no reason not to.
SS were involved because of the state of my house. That was their only concern. And, being honest, the house was a state. However there WERE NOT any drugs/ needles/ animal faeces/ used nappies etc.
There was clean and dirty clothes all piled up. I knew which piles were clean and which were dirty, but others didn't. To cook dinner I first had to wash up what I needed rather than everything being clean and washing up after the meal. There was a leaking pipe in the kitchen, but it was so messy I couldn't get a plumber in so I had some old duvets on the floor and didn't go out there without boots on.
Like I said, I needed help. The house was disgusting and my children never deserved to live like that. I have no excuse for it. Other than being very mentally unwell.
However. The SW was horrendous. According to her report my dc didn't have beds. They did. It just so happened that the day they came the dc had taken the mattresses off and were making dens/ jumping off the bed onto them.
She reported that there was broken glass on the floor. There wasn't. When my friend, who had helped me do the initial clean up and attended the TAC meeting with me asked where it was, the SW admitted that she never actually saw any, but that the person who made the initial referral (who had also not been in my house) said there was some.
The SW said on that initial visit that they(rightly) couldn't leave my DC there, and my mum came to collect them. They were with her for a week whilst I cleaned up, I saw them every day they just weren't allowed in my house. However, when The SW told me they were being removed I broke down and said "please don't take my children away". I think that's probably a fairly normal and understandable reaction. They tried to use this against me as evidence that I was mentally unstable.
Anyway, dc weren't there. My friend moved in for a few days, and other friends/ family helped out where they could. We blitzed the place. For example we dumped all the laundry in the bath and then bagged it up and a friend took it to the laundrette and bought it back washed, dried and folded.
When the SW came back a couple of days into the clear up, she added to the report that the boys couldn't come back as we didn't have a usable bath. Which was true, but there was no recognition that that was a temporary thing.
One day when she came we had upended the sofa to clean under it. Again, listed as "no sofa to sit on."
The boys were allowed home after a week, we'd tidied, cleaned, scrubbed and painted. SS decided I needed ongoing support. Fine. I did.
But again, the SW just made reports littered with lies. DS1s name was constantly spelt wrong. The girls version. When I mentioned it I was told it didn't matter. It did to me. And him.
One of the reports mentioned that "Miss Higgins has set aside time every day to do homework with DS1, however she hasn't done the same for DS2 and can't understand the importance of this"
DS2 wasn't at school and didn't get any homework! Ffs!
She came round one day in half term, the day after DS2s birthday, and asked why there were toys out! The DC were quite literally playing with them.
She'd leave her diary open on the sofa and I could see the names of all her other clients. Including someone I knew. Luckily I knew she had a SW!
When I raised all of this it was heavily hinted that if i complained they would take my dc permanently. So I didn't.
If I'd posted about this at the time I probably wouldn't have admitted that I needed help because I wasn't in the right place mentally. And i didn't want to admit i was failing. Looking back I can see I did. So whilst the stories on Facebook probably aren't the full truth, the people posting them are probably unable/unwilling to admit they need help.
And I think most SW do an amazing job. I know I couldn't do it. But people who have had, or claim to have had, a bad experience aren't necessarily lying.