SOCIAL SERVICES DISCRIMINATION LEADING TO SNATCHING CHILDREN

my darling angels were stolen from my arms by social services with police back-up nearly 2 years ago. my baby girl was just 3 months old and on my breast, my son was just 2. am i a child abuser/neglector...? hell no! the simple reason is that i have been diagnosed as having bi-polar which i fiercely dispute and have done since the start and i have been very vocal that i am intending to sue for the disgusting treatment that i have received from the mental health services. i suffered from depression for many years after having a troubled and traumatic childhood, for which i have spent all of my adult life in self-healing since there was never any appropriate help available for me at the time. my firstborn baby daughter died in 2004 aged just 11 1/2 months old. she was very sick from birth. i whistle blew on extreme medical neglect at the hospital, my complaints led to my arrest and my label as a danger to the system, and that has stuck hard. i could not cope with my grief and got myself sectioned 1 year later, for the first time, aged 34, believing i would get counselling and therapy inside a hospital. it turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life. tho i believe i had ptsd, i was (mis)treated for bi-polar, given high strength anti-psychotics which gave me hallucinations and psychosis and stopped me grieving, and was left on them for 5 years. i conceived my children whilst on them and social services harrassed me through both pregnancies. my story is long, very long, so to try to cut short, i knew i was not functioning well on the drugs so came off them. within hours i had full emotion and clear thoughts for the first time and started to realize that i had been shut down because i was becoming too loud and complaining far too much. i got sectioned again because i voiced my anger though i was mentally well that time, whilst in hospital i was classed as violent because i was standing up for patients who were not being cared for properly and got thrown into a padded cell with no padding a few times and injected whilst pregnant. i did a 9 day runner because i was refused medical treatment when i had a threatened miscarriage because 'i was not complying'. i have been clean off the drugs for over 2 years now, have had no relapse, despite the extreme stress and trauma from losing my children to the father who is known to be abusing them both with nothing being done though i have reported him to the police. i am allowed to see my babies just 3 hours each month. my diagnosis precedes me. filfthy lies have been written and said about me, i am told i will never be well and because i refuse drugs i am classed as a ticking time bomb. i am backed into a corner now because everything i do or say in complaint of the services for allowing my babies to be abused, is seen as a probable symptom of bi-polar. i am not being taken seriously. after 16 months i am allowed unsupervised access with my darlings proving i am not considered an unsafe mother. still i am told they will never come home. i have been bullied passed collapse and to thoughts of suicide because every moment away from them is hell. i can never do that because my children need me to rescue them. i have been betrayed by so many people. i do not know who to trust to help us. i am just standing up for my own and my children's rights but have been made to feel like a monster and been told i have no rights now. i am not alone. many thousands of children are being taken from loving parents because of dodgy labels given by psychiatrists known to the social-services who groom them into saying the right things in reports. i need help, my children need help. i have no voice. i spoke out for my children. they have no voice. i am terrified now, i feel unsafe in the uk. i am ready to go public with this, i have nothing left to lose now. i hope that somebody somewhere will take an interest in me and want to help me save my children from their father, my son says his daddy spanks and kicks him and hurts his sister too. the whole system is corrupt. now i am off drugs i have a lot to say as you can tell. i want this stopped now, the psychiatric abuses being carried out on vulnerable people who have suffered enough already and for mothers who are told we can never be mothers because of extreme discrimination, i am ready to publically expose these inhumane and corrupt people and practices if someone would be brave enough to take me seriously and support me to do so. this may not be the right place to say all this so please excuse me. i am a desperately desperate woman and ranting comes naturally to me these days. if anyone gets this far then thankyou for reading. God bless you all x

Hello, I'm very sorry you have been through so much heartache in your life, its not just you but it's your dear children who must miss you so very much indeed. You need to get professional guidance, a medical reassessment and some assistance for yourself (counciling) or mabey the Samaritians just for somebody to talk to.
I wish I had a magic wand to make it all ok, but I don't, so all I can do is to send you good luck and kindest wishes.

thankyou dalia, i just tried to post a reply which took me a long time to think about then write and lost it somehow as i was submitting. this is a brilliant idea for a site but i'm having trouble getting my head round it tbh, i got a bit frustrated there too, never mind. as i said before, i've done all of the above and i just seem to get us in more trouble. the people i beg for help seem to just betray me, using everything i say against me an believe i am bi-polar and am having a psychotic episode. i can't seem to win for losing. if i go public and tell enough people about my problem and the disgusting things i have witnessed whilst i have been a mental health, social, and judicial system victim of society, then one day i might tell the right person who holds the key that fits the lock that's on the box that holds the magic wand that will make everything right for us again. i will live in hope. thankyou again dalia x

Hello,
Just to let you know that I'm thinking about you.
What about talking to somebody from the media, I keep trying to think of something or somebody who would help you, if I do then I will let you know.
Wishing you peace of mind. x

dear dalia, hello love. thankyou so much for your concern and your love. it is so kind of you to be thinking about me and my tales of woe. yes, it is time i started to talk to the media but i have to be very careful. like i say at the moment i trust no-one (did i say that?) i do not want to make everything worse still by being portrayed in a negative way, apart from that, the media doesn't like to touch on stories like mine, it's far too controversial and the family courts are cloaked with secrecy, exposing the truth like this will be no easy task. a dear friend of mine told me about ruby and her programme on tv recently and suggested i contact her, so here i am in a roundabout way. i don't watch tv anymore but i believe she is looking for people to share their nightmares with her. well i would be up for that. i've not done anything like that before so im half scared to push it further, but certainly i think ruby would give me a fair go, she sounds like a bit of a chip off the old block so to speak, i so appreciate her openness and her honesty, i use humour as a survival/self-protection tool myself so i think we could have some fun ripping these trickcyclist (psychiatrist) people to pieces for what they are doing to the vulnerable people of our country. anyway, that's enough about me for now, lets talk about you...so, dalia, what do YOU think about me?.., that's so funny, i heard that somewhere and it describes me to a tee, i could talk for britain about me me me. yawn! so, seriously now, what brings you to this site? how are you feeling today? i am more than happy for you to rant away with me anytime. i cannot promise i will be able to help you but i will be here for you with tissues just in case you need to cry and i may join in. if it's easier you can find me on facebook. i will give you my grown up name if you want it, later. i will check in on here later to see if you have seen this, and hopefully hear from you soon. p.s about me again, i have been waiting for a long time to get my turn to talk in public, i think God is in no hurry, the perfect person will show up one day n then i will be unleashed. my life has never been private it seems and the services delight in picking me to pieces and destroying me so i think me telling my side of the story and raising awareness of the darkside of psychiatric and social service abuse whilst i'm at it, is only right and fair. now im not on the anti-psychotics i have found my voice and i think you've realised by now i find it hard to shut up, doh! lol. i will now though. much love to you dalia. i hope you have a lovely day. i expect a full life history and inside leg measurement from you by the time i return. my motto of the day is, if you don't laugh you cry. God bless you x

Hi miss Diagnosed,
Thank you so much for your reply, and yes I am thinking about you, your story makes me feel very angry for people like yourself, who by no fault of their own, have been treated so badly by the professionals.
It's all called cover-up, it's found in every walk of life, and I know for a fact, whistleblowing is what THEY ask for, but in truth it's not the perpetrator who gets the fifty lashes, it's the whistleblower!!!
Therefor I understand your hesitation and fear about talking out loud.
I think life has been very unkind to you, like a boat lost out at sea, rough seas, always waiting to get rescued, but having to stear clear of the sharks!!! That's how I see you, I do hope that this does not offend
I don't mean it to. Perhaps you will see the rescue ship in the far distance very soon.

As for me, I have severe clinical depression, had it now for over forty years, so you would think Im used to it by now, but, no I'm resigned to the illness but it doesnt get any easier. Sometimes if feel disabled, such as - cant get up from bed, wash, go out, speak to anybody, tired all the time, totally rely on medication ( and will be on meds for the rest of my life ) never look forward to anything, my get up and go has GONE, and other related stuff, was in the old style mental hospital for my own safety etc., (felt safe in hospital and did not want to leave) many other episodes in my life, but won't put it on line.
Today I'm feeling ok, just very tired, thanks for asking.
I read about Black Dog Tribe in an hospital news letter, so thought I'd give it a try, so many sad souls, so much unhappiness, I'm not so sure the site is doing me any good, i get so involved with it all, but that's my nature, always try to do my best to help. Work is like that too, for the last 33yrs I've worked in residential homes with severe challenging behaviour and mobility difficulties (social services) so was in a caring role throughout. Realy loved the clients and will miss them all so much when finish work.
That's enough about me for now don't you think.
Take good care of yourself. xx

of course not enuff about you, encore!!! dalia please know you have another friend in me. you sound like a bit of a chip off the old block too lovely lady. are you an indigo by any chance? you sound like a very sensitive soul who has opened your heart to everyone in life just because you care and you take on everybodys pain and want to save the world and are doing your utmost to make everyone else happy tho ur so overwhelmed cos lets face it, life is pretty shit. am i right or am i right? some of us experience this life as heaven and others as hell, i know where i'm coming from, tho there have been some truly heavenly moments weaved throughout and i have met some amazingly strong and powerful people in my time who have encouraged me to try to stay strong and to never give up. still, hell is hell and no it's not fun but despite all, my faith in god pays off daily if i stay still enough for 5 minutes to see how S/He is helping me and providing for me tho the obvious terrors i have for my children weigh so heavily on my mind and in my heart. i don't understand how people can be so damn cruel, we see horrors every day everywhere, there's no escape. sadly more often than not it comes knocking on our door so we can't escape it, and we feel so heavy with sadness and our pain seems mostly neverending, we do what we can but nothing seems to make a blind bit of difference. it's no secret i've wanted out for so long but that doesn't seem to happen. i have to make the best i can of it. the drugs i was brainwashed into taking, made me believe i was really ill and i was terrified of missing a dose. coming off them was a miracle. i realised i was never ill at all, i was a drug addict. i was possessed by demonic thoughts for 5 years and was even afraid to pick up my bible. the drugs locked everything inside. i had no emotions nor voice so i couldn't express myself nor cry nor get angry nor ask for help because i could not put a full sentence together. i believed i was psychotic after a while cos that's what i was told. there was no light at the end of that tunnel, i was convinced a trap door would open up and i would fall into the worse hell imaginable. i still have fears of that now. all i needed was therapy and counselling and i believed it was a psychiatrists job to hear my fears and get me that help but no. he heard my pain and didn't want to understand why i felt that way, after a while he did not even want to hear it again, he certainly had no intention of trying to get me well. he predicts i will never be well again. the drugs nearly destroyed me emotionally and mentally and i am left with the consequences of his diagnoses forever. because of him i am well n truly fooked. since i got clean, i was freed up to having clear and happy thoughts again. the drugs gave me a constant fog in my mind that stopped goodness getting in n letting go of any bad thoughts. does that sound familiar. if it does then chances are u are taking the wrong medication. im sorry im waffling on but with you in mind this time. if i can come through the darkness then so can you. i've been through that pitchblack locked -in-ness and know for sure that the drugs killed off any chance of relief and recovery. i know now that psychiatrists are not our friends. there's money to be made out of us doncha know. you weren't born depressed and needing drugs to get you by, life obviously has dealt you some shit cards so no wonder you're miserable n knackered and all the other things that go alongside. u can't tell me a long holiday in the tropics wouldn't sort you out. i bet there's nothing wrong with you that floating in a pool n being waited on hand n foot wouldn't cure. psychiatrists aren't even doctors. who do they ever get well? no-one. getting well is never an option to them. they not interested in getting you off the drugs n supporting you are they, course not. they jus glorified drug dealers who've never taken the drugs they pass out like sweeties by the thousands everyday. you go to any mental health drop in and you see ex patience who you'd think look mentally unwell cos that's what ur meant to believe, they aren't mentally ill, they're all just highly medicated and frustrated cos you know they got summin to say but they just can't. it's so sad n scarey the power the psyches have, just because they either can't or don't want to understand why a person has come to them for help, they shove them on drugs and leave them to suffer. now im rambling so will stop. dalia, i believe in you. you are a survivor and you are such a strong and powerful woman or you wouldn't still be here now. you're clearly articulate, i don't think them drugs are doing anything to make that so, ur still articulate despite the fact u shouldn't be on mind altering substances, i look forward to finding out why the psyches are thinking ur incapable of becoming well. stick with me hun. i bet i will make you smile sumtimes n help you feel better about yourself. though i maybe going through shit myself at the mo, i am here feel shit with if you need someone to talk at. i'm stopping now cos this is turning into another book. im not even gona re-read it in case i made booboos cos i just can't be bothered. please excuse tangents and spelling mistakes and what the bloody hell is she going on abouts. much love and i'll try not to rant so much next time. had a really bad couple of days of numbness and hit by a bus-ness and the little cry i had today has shifted some of it and typing seems to be my cathartic therapy and way of getting rid of it if that makes sense. i couldnt cry nor write for 5 years, excuse my language but what a fucker, that doctor murdered me without killing me. now im clean there's no stopping me. spillage is the only way to get out my pain, if there's no-one to talk to this is like writing to God n it helps me feel so much better. had 40 years of crap gone in so it's gona take a while to get rid of it all. definitely going now. im so sorry for this. im a bloody foghorn at times. lots of love dalia. dalia??? DALIA??? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!! you should try this, give me a taste of me own medicine when the time is right. love love love x

Good evening,
Only just tuned in, had a very busy day. Thank you for your message,
and I am considering waking-up!!! What you write about being on drugs, the medical profession etc may be very true, everyone is different, all I can say is that in my case I've always had the very best of treatment and care on the NHS.
Your treatment was the opposit, disgraceful and life changing not for the better, in fact sent to hell, to waste away, on death row! Well they will have a rude awakening when the time is right wont they!!!!!!!
It's a good job you still have your faith, do you find it helps you ?

How about putting in a request to be my friend ? it's much better if you want to write private material on this site.
Thank you again for your concern your very kind
Yes I'm still thinking about you.
Kindest thoughts & peace of mind.
Dalia xx

dear dalia, hello love, how are you feeling today? if i become your friend here it should be on the proviso that i don't send you long winded oh-woe-is me sagas, one sided therapeutic rants that you may end in therapy because of...not unless you do the same in return anyway. i'll be honest, i don't think i have ever met anyone who has been treated well by the mental health services, it is good and refreshing to know that there are decent and caring people out there who truly want to help. i have met a few in my time, but that's till only bout 1%. i apologise if i made assumptions. i have grown up with a different education and understanding of them but i'm always open to learning new things tho. you have a lovely way with words btw, i see some beautiful poetry coming out in your posts. isn't it ironic that the people who are deemed mentally deficient usually tend to be the most artistic and creative people. anyway, can feel myself starting to ramble so i will go now. i'm still finding this site a little complicated to get around i have to say, but i will try to make friends with you on here somehow. i'm bear with small brain these days and it doesn't take much to confuse me lol. lots of love my dear. p.s since you seem to be silly busy in the week i hope you're having a lying down weekend and resting ur bones now. God bless you x

sorry dalia, i'm getting a bit grrr trying to navigate around here. is there summin wrong with my head or is this site insanely complicated. i think i must be under too much stress n not thinking clearly. i couldn't work out how to request your friendship anyway, is what i'm trying to say. it would be so much less stress-making for me if we could chat on fb. what are your thoughts on that love? x

My dear friend, ( hope you will be) so sorry for putting any pressure on you about requesting Friend on this site. Regarding navigation of this site, it took me about two weeks to get the hang of it, so NO don't go thinking its you, let me have a go at the friendship thing. I have tried to join fb 4 - 5 times and they won't accept my e-mail address! so I gave up on that, I'm the nutta in that instance. Please be kind to yourself, nothing wrong with your head!
Yes I'm quite busy weekdays, and I'm getting a rest at weekends, and hope you do likewise. Now I'm going to have a go on this site to be a friend, I will be back to give an update ok.
Dalia xx

Hi, it's me back again. I've requested to be your friend..... Now what you have to do.
Left side of your screen.....Click on HOME You should get your own personel page......on the middle of this personel page are sections....... Look for FRIENDS......click friends and my name should come up with the provision to send message......click send/ write message then with a fair wind behind us we should be able to communicate in PRIVATE.

You may get a message from B.D.Tribe..... Look at TOP right hand of screen you will see a No.1 in the middle of three symbols......then go to
Left side of screen......press Home page..... You will see....You have a
Message.....click the tick and then up will pop the message.

Do hope some of that makes any sence to you, I've tried.
I love writing to you and receiving your replies, and don't stop rambling
You need to express yourself more than most, so let rip ok.
Fingers crossed, peaceful night to you. Dale x

hi dale love, it looks like we're friends on here now somehow so you'll get me talking with you there too in time. nothing too much i have to say is really that private anymore so im happy to do spillage on here so other people can join in too if they feel a rant coming on while they're reading it. anyhoo, that's all for noo x much love x

Have you got your children back yet? When did you get them back? How did you get them back?