by Terrie Woodhouse, student social worker and care leaver
I remember social services being part of my life from a young age. It all started with my sister and I being put on section 17 (a child-in-need plan).
You don’t always understand what’s happening to you as a child but I believe it was due to my mum struggling to care for us, and her experiencing mental health problems. But things changed when social workers’ concerns regarding my sister’s and my welfare rapidly shifted.
My mum also experienced drug and alcohol addiction, and hung out with the wrong crowd. She often had parties with these people in our home when my sister and me were present, and I remember the fear I felt back then.
From what I know, we first went to a section 47 (child protection) due my parents neglecting us. It wasn’t only social services that were concerned, but also my mum’s side of the family – my grandma, granddad, auntie, and uncles.
My dad was also part of the reason for the section 47, and then us going into care. He chose his partners over his daughters a lot, and I was sexually assaulted by one of his partner’s sons. My grandma knew something was wrong because I became withdrawn and out of character.
I’ll always remember exactly where I was when I told her about being sexually assaulted. I was sitting on her kitchen counter and she was making us food, and I trusted her enough to tell her. I don’t regret doing so, as I know she loved me and wanted me to be safe.
Removed from our parents
I was eight when we were removed from our parents’ care. It was traumatic, distressing, and confusing. It all happened so fast; all I remember was the police were present and seeing my social worker.
Now I am grown up, I can understand why – and am thankful. But at the time I hated social workers: they removed me from my family, and my parents didn’t like them that much either.
The next thing I knew I was at my first foster carer’s house, where my sister and I were initially accommodated together.
Foster care was hard. I knew I was different compared to my peers in school. They got to go home to their family, to their parents, but I was going home to my foster carers – people who at the time I did not know and they weren’t my parents.
Emergency accommodation
I moved foster homes five times in total. One of them was emergency accommodation in a Tracy Beaker type of care home for a night.
I certainly remember that one. I arrived very late so all the other children were asleep. A member of staff took me under her wing – she even stayed outside my bedroom the whole night in case I needed her. I was thankful for that, as I was scared. I felt angry, lost and abandoned by my foster carers, and didn’t know if I was staying there forever.
I didn’t sleep well at all and was up before all the other children – I guess they were more used to it. When they did rise, it was pretty obvious. It was so loud, with everyone getting ready for school or college and getting breakfast. I was just there looking like a lost, scared puppy.
I saw that they had set meal times and food for each day. I panicked about possibly being there for curry night, as I don’t like curry. I felt very out of place and that I could easily go down the wrong path. Even now, I don’t think I would be where I am had I remained there.
‘A troubled child’
I was a troubled child growing up. Of course I was going to have behavioural problems due to what I experienced at a young age.
Over the years I experienced different styles of foster carers, though I know they all tried their hardest. One of them loved me at first but our relationship became more difficult over time.
My strategy for dealing with my anger at this time was going up to my room until I calmed down, then I would return. One time there was big argument as I needed to go to my room (my safe space) but they wouldn’t let me and next thing I knew, I was away to a children’s home.
Most of my foster carers could not manage – but one took me in for the long term, and changed my life. I didn’t make it easy for her of course, as I’d never had stability in my life before. I was still consumed by my past but she showed me a good life and that she loved and cared for me.
Don’t get me wrong, she was strict and at the time I did not appreciate it at all. But I am so thankful she was, she taught me how to be independent, polite, and demonstrated to me how working hard can be rewarding.
She saved me from the children’s home, she made me part of her family, and ensured mine were always included. This woman loved me as her daughter. I am still in touch with her to this day, she is still my anchor.
My experience of social workers
I would love to say that throughout my care experience I only had a few social workers, but that would be a lie. I had multiple social workers in and out of my life. The only one I knew through the majority of my time in the care system was my long-term carer’s social worker, who’d also been my previous foster carer’s social worker.
Each one that came into my life had an impact on me. I experienced good and bad practice. Good social worker practice consisted of listening, keeping to their word, being available, keeping me informed, building a relationship with me and much more.
Bad practice was the total opposite. When certain social workers told me they were leaving, instead of feeling sad, I was relieved and knew I was not going to miss them.
Now I understand…
As I grew older, I began to reflect on my experiences in the care system and with foster carers and social workers. I realised how much they had supported me to get through the most traumatic event in my life.
I used to hate social workers for what they did to my family. They split us up, and I thought they were evil for their act. But back then I was young and closed-minded. I could not see past what they did to the reason why.
Now I understand. No child should be in the environment I was. The impact it could have had on me is unimaginable, and I would hate to imagine where I would be now had I remained with my parents.
Seeing what social workers did for me inspired me to seek a career as one. I am now a care leaver, who is studying social work at university going into my third year.
This wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t have the amazing support I had back then. I am also living successfully independently and due to be married. My life was changed by social workers, and now I want to do the same for others.
I wrote this poem that was inspired by my experiences and to show social workers that I am truly grateful for their work. I even sent it to my current social worker to show her what a great job she is doing, but this is to all the social workers who played a role in my journey.
Social workers
They are seen as evil and mean, but they mean the best.
They come to support us when times are bad.
Maybe they are seen as evil and mean because our lives are upside down.
They are seen as evil and mean because they do a job that most of us cannot do. They are seen as evil and mean, yet safeguard the vulnerable. They are seen as evil and mean because they cannot always give us what we want, but have lack of funding and resources to do so.
They are seen as evil and mean due to the bad stories the media post but what about the good they do?
They are seen as evil and mean due to following the law, but the law is what protects people.
They are seen as evil and mean, yet they never give up.
They are seen as evil and mean, yet I want to be one.
They are seen as evil and mean yet without them who knows where many of us would be?
They are seen as evil and mean but without their support I would be lost.
They are seen as evil and mean but I wouldn’t be where I am today without them.
They are seen as evil and mean but always have us at heart.
They are seen as evil and mean because they aren’t always available, but yet work under extreme pressures to meet our needs.
They are seen as evil and mean yet have touched and changed many people’s lives.
How do I know this you may ask? Well, I myself have once had this perception but as I grew older my perception changed.
Social workers changed my life. Let them in, work with them not against them and they can change yours.
We may not always agree with what they say or do but one thing I know is you are at the centre of what they do.
Yet they are seen as evil and mean.
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Really really gutted to read this fir several reasons
1)You where harmed. Mostly you where harmed.
2) parental neglect is an umbrella of sins from SW and families. Sometimes the SW is wrong.
3) please don’t use your experience to punish other families. Power is often abused by SW.
I am a mother who uses alcohol once a week. I do have mental health difficulties. But my kids needs ALWAYS came before my own
4) please don’t ever remove a child for those reasons my son and I are still traumatised after the split
5). Sexyal abuse does not have to come from a drunk mental illness environment. I know personally. So please please be careful in your role
Too separate what happened to you and people you will be working with. It won’t always be the same.
6) rather you than me. Inyour career choice
A care giver always better than care chooser it’s too easy to miatakes.
Thanks for sharing your story. The biggest compliment you can make to the people who supported you is to follow in their footsteps! Best of luck to you for the future!
Well done for sharing your experiences, it must have been difficult for you and well done for turning that around to support others ?
What an amazing insight. A beautiful poem and it makes me proud of what I do! So proud of u that you decided to make the best of your life… Bless u!
I am pleased to see this ! I just hope your previous social worker’s especially those who had a positive impact on your positive outcomes will read this Terrie. I wish I could share this with some of my young people who also exhibit difficult behaviours due to their past experiences. This got me emotional Terrie.
I feel better reading this. I hope you will make a lot of positive differences when you become a social worker and your experience will help you turn around young people’s lives. Tell them your story and make a positive impact.
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I am sure your social workers are ever soooo proud of you. I am already although I never met you I feel soo much appreciated and I am glad you decided to join the club!!
I am sure you will be an excellent social worker.
I wish you the best in your career and marriage. Well done !!!!!!
This is so touching and I feel quite proud of our profession. We don’t always get it right but when we do, what a difference we make.
It is good to read that despite what you went through, you are on the paths to achieve so much. Well done to you and all the best for the future.
I relate to you, thank you for your story and poem. I reminds me of why I do 70 hour weeks. I became a social worker, became a social worker had a positive impact on my life as a child, you see she stopped the physcial abuse of my sister and myself by my mother. I beleive that if my work can change a child life, it can change the future of their generations, one less family in the system.
I know you will become and Awsome social worker.
My son is in fostercare and he can relate to a lot of things you have been through. Inclueding going into fostercare at the age 8years old.He also has moved 5 times.But now has found the perfect place for him.And the person who is writing this is my son. I think a lot of your poem and you are just so right. I hated social workers when I first moved from my family but gradually overtime I grew more fond of social workers and I have now got a fantastic bond with my social worker. You really do inspire. ?
I have been in system for 40 years and i fear i could never write the words i want .i should never feel like that you should always be able to express yourself .i have things i thank the social workers as there things i will never understand or will ever be thankful for .social workers do there best .sadly to say there are social workers who should never be s.w …The system needs to change and hearts and common sense costs nothing .its not always the funding its the training its not up to real life standards ..what amazing poem and what a brave girl .best wishes xmy song to social workers is beyonce LISTEN .best wishes …
It is very brave of you Zoe to share your thoughts about the article.
It is important to understand that great trauma and loss caused by the split up by social care. It is fortunate that Terrie’s account identify positives but quite a significant number of the children and parents would not validate that.
Splitting up the family is not always positive.