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I am posting an article that was in Todays Derbyshire Telegraph.... I am posting it rather than putting a link to the online site as it changes daily.
MY DAUGHTER WILL NEVER COME HOME BUT I WANT HER TO KNOW I LOVE HER
09:30 - 30 August 2004
While most people have been spending the bank holiday weekend relaxing, Somercotes mum Yvonne Coulter has been in London campaigning. She is a driven woman. Wronged by an apparent injustice of the care system 15 years ago which robbed her of her daughter, she now works tirelessly to clear her name and help others in similar situations. She tells Martin Burley her story.
I was proud to join hundreds of parents in London's Trafalgar Square on Saturday for a peaceful rally. We were bought together through the heartbreak of losing children because of injustices in the family courts and mistakes made by social services.
My daughter was taken away from me by social services when she was a baby 15 years ago. They tried to take her younger brother too but failed.
I have been campaigning to clear my name ever since. And, although I know I will never get my daughter back, I want her to know the truth when she is old enough. I want her to know that I have always loved her and never wanted to give her up.
The recent case of Angela Canning, who was cleared of killing her two children who died from cot death, has allowed many cases of injustice to be re-examined.
However, cases such as mine aren't subject to this new ruling. I and many other parents have, through a website called socialservicesabuse.com, set up a pressure group to change the law so we can challenge the authorities and clear our names. It was under the umbrella of that website that Saturday's rally was organised. It brought together parents from various campaigning groups who want to end the secrecy of the family courts and see changes to improve Britain's social services structure.
Hopefully my story will highlight the problems with the care system and give other parents in situations like this hope. It all began when I fell pregnant at 16. I had been with my boyfriend for a couple of years, but we were very young and argued a lot. With the baby due, I decided to end the relationship. I had the support of my family and wanted to become a good mother.
I moved into a new home with my daughter, Chloe, and began my new life. However my whole world shattered around me when she was seven months old. She was in a bouncing cradle playing with an activity toy. I went into the kitchen to fetch her last bottle before putting her put to bed. When I came back into the living room, the cradle had tipped forward and Chloe had bumped her cheek on the hearth of the fireplace.
One side of her cheek was badly bruised but, other than that, she seemed fine. She slept well that night and I was thankful the injury hadn't been any worse.
Two days later someone from social services turned up on my doorstep. He told me there had been a report from someone that I had injured my child. I was mortified. I would never have harmed Chloe.
I got upset and, fighting back the tears, explained how Chloe's injury had occurred. He told me he had already made an appointment at my doctors so they could check her over. I calmed down and agreed to go. I just wanted the whole incident over with.
The doctor said that Chloe had been well looked after and seemed to accept my account of the accident as truthful. The social worker asked him three times to refer Chloe to the Children's Hospital so a paediatrician could examine her, but he refused.
The social worker asked me to leave the room. Looking back I should have refused. I don't know what was said in there but it changed my life. The social worker came out of the surgery with a referral letter and told me we were going to hospital.
I started crying again. When we reached the hospital I phoned my parents and waited for the pediatricians to examine Chloe.
The social worker came into my room and told me he had a place and safety order on my daughter. He said if I tried to leave the hospital with Chloe I would be charged with kidnapping my own daughter.
Everything seemed unreal, as if it were all a dream. I was only 17. I couldn't understand why this was happening to me.
Chloe was placed with a foster family five miles from my home. I was allowed to visit her, but only with them present. It was heartbreaking. Imagine having to leave your baby with complete strangers.
This went on for some months and I began to build up a good relationship with the foster mother. She let me extend the visits and we became friends. Then I became pregnant again.
Meanwhile interim care orders kept Chloe with her foster parents. But I never gave up hope. A family court hearing, during which my solicitor was due to submit new medical evidence to help me get her back, preyed on my mind all through my pregnancy.
A well-respected paediatrician testified that Chloe's injury could not have occurred in the way it had been suggested - by me grasping Chloe around the mouth and squeezing her hard to cause the bruise. The paediatrician said that bruising would have been caused to both sides of the face if this had been the case, and that there would have been some red and white spots around her mouth.
However, this evidence was ignored by the court because Chloe was not allowed to come back to me. I think all of this added stress contributed to me going into labour a month early. My son, Cameron, was born on December 15, 1990 - two days after a case hearing to discuss the future of my unborn child. At that hearing I was told that he would be taken into care too.
My son was delivered at 2.08pm. At 2.09pm a male social worker came into the delivery suite. Christopher had breathing difficulties and was being worked on by the doctors. The social worker tried to serve me with papers to take my son into care. He was escorted away by the nurses.
Cameron was taken into the intensive care unit and stayed there for eight days. I was by his side constantly. I daren't even go to the toilet as I thought they would take him away while I was gone. It must have been written into my hospital notes that social services had to be informed as soon as my baby was born. They must have been contacted while I was in labour.
However, the hospital said my son could go home for Christmas and my solicitor arranged that we would all stay with my parents.
In January we attended a court hearing as social services still wanted to put Cameron into care. I won the hearing and was allowed to keep him. I was so relieved. Now I would have the opportunity to take him home and prove that I was a good mother. All I wanted now was Chloe back.
But one day my social worker arrived at Chloe's foster parents' home and removed her from their care. They said that her foster mother had been suffering from depression.
They placed my daughter at another venue - with a pre-adoptive family. I just wanted to get the case to court as quickly as possible to get her home. A court date came through but social services adjourned it and informed me they were trying for a freeing order. This would pave the way for Chloe to be adopted.
Cameron was 18 months old now and anyone could see he was well cared for. I felt I had proved I was a good parent.
When the case came up, the judge asked the social worker why she had never had a good word to say about me as a mother and she couldn't answer. Everyone had prepared notes about the case and the judge retired to give his verdict.
He'd only been gone an hour before he came back to tell me that Chloe had bonded with her pre-adoptive parents and that if she was returned to me I would be a stranger to her.
My whole world caved in. I hadn't done anything wrong, but Chloe had been taken away from me. How could this be allowed to happen?
The only thing I could do was to concentrate on Cameron and give him all the love and attention he needed. He is now 13. I have another daughter, Kelis, aged three, who is the spitting image of Chloe. I have had a settled relationship with my partner Paul (33), a tyre and exhaust fitter, for 10 years. He has been a tower of strength. But our family is not complete.
I realise my daughter will not be coming home now. She has her own life - a happy one I hope - and I don't want to turn it upside down. All I want is for my case to be heard, to have my name cleared and for a note to be put on her file so that when she reaches 18 she will know the truth.
Imagine how hurt she would be if she discovered she had a brother and sister who I had kept. The situation also affects your family. Cameron is nearly 14 now and he said: "I could go out and meet a girl and it could be my sister."
Taking Chloe away has changed my life in many different ways. I now spend a lot of time helping other parents who have suffered like me. It's my way of coping. I want to change the care system so that it protects children and parents.
Of course there are cases of terrible abuse, and these should be dealt with quickly and effectively. But parents who are innocent need to be heard as well, and this is what I am campaigning for. Until there is a change in the law and more transparency in the procedures, miscarriages of justice will continue.
I am trying to use the experience in a positive way. I help parents who contact me through www.socialservicesabuse.com and I have attended court hearings to support families. I enjoy doing it, but nothing can ever stop the pain. Every Christmas, on Chloe's birthday and on every Mother's Day I suffer. I always think of her.
I hope to speak to her one day but only as adults. Her childhood has been ripped away from me.
Chloe had her christian name changed by her new parents when she was three. I still can't comprehend how a child can deal with something like that.
We have changed Chloe's name to protect her.