All I will say right now, is that my family did need support. I needed support. I did not need social services. Social services involvement has done nothing but hurt us in every way. If anything, my children's lives were damaged by the fallout from their involvement, and will continue to be damaged.
And just to clarify, the outcome of my investigation was 'no further action' required after initial assessment, my parenting was notably good, and the file was closed. But closed doesn't mean erased. It's always there, as a whiff of 'smoke.'
Not to mention I can never just close the file in my mind, because the head teacher knows about it, and the HV, and the GP, and the Sure Start staff, and all the people who were asked about me, It's always there
Not to mention the fact that my job requires an enhanced CRB and social work check! So...it's THERE too. And it will be there if I ever want to change jobs.
And guess what my great crime was?
I was depressed. My darling husband told the police I was depressed. Just after he (bluffing, thinking he could 'snap me out of it,' but how could I know that) told me he was taking my breastfeeding newborn to his mother's for the weekend so I could rest, which was when I, hysterical, overtired and depressed, called the police. They arrived at my house, and rather than chiding my husband for attempting to pretend to take a baby, they would not let me hold the baby because I was 'staring daggers' at my husband. Yep, that I was!
So yeah, we've had some ishoos since then.
Let's recap:
marital problems
stress
paranoia
worse depression, self-esteem problems, humiliation
scared to seek help ever again
etc