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Eight Lives Left
Kitty tripped over a tent peg and hit her face on the decking in the garden yesterday. Cue lots of blood from a cut in her mouth and one hell of a bruise around one side of her face. It made me cry looking at her pretty little face so battered.
As expected the trip to the doctor was part medical visit, part interrogation.
How can a society with such completely shit social services - look at the baby-P case amongst many others - create a generation of scared parents worried about all the bruises toddlers inevitably pick up while leaping madly around?
As we took the twins shopping in Tesco this morning and Kitty displayed her bruised face to the world I kept wanting to tell people we passed how it happened. Was this how McCarthyism made Americans feel - "My daughter is generous that's why she's sharing her toys, we're not communists, honest".
I spent most of my childhood covered in bruises and cuts. I think we all did. There was always a plaster on one of my knees. Being a child involved getting into bumps and scrapes. Today though there's this fear thaat a few bruises and social services will take your children off you.
Which is odd isn't it? Why would people think that. Social services can't even save children beaten or starved to death right now. They are hardly going to come round here and ask us to replace our wooden decking with some made from polystyrene.
1If you are one of those idiots who still refuse to give their child the MMR jab because of the discredited rubbish about links with autism you are putting your child and MINE at risk, I'd quite happily punch YOU on the nose. Dimwit.
This entry was posted on June 12th, 2009 at 13:59 by Harry and is filed under Parenting.
2 comments
I was intrigued and also mightly p****d off when the health visitor called us about a month ago, since she was "concerned" that eleanor had been to the hospital twice in two years after falling over and hitting her head. In hindsight, both times she didn't necessarily need to go, but I think it was me being neurotic and not being able to forgive myself if I didn't take her and she had something seriously wrong. I thought it was quite interesting that the 2nd incident was in January but the health visitor did not call us until May to fine out why we had taken her to hospital "so often" but that we had "obviously done the right thing" by taking her each time. She asked us loads of really personal questions and also "hmpfhhd" when I said that she hadn't been to baby clinic since I work when the clinic is on.
It really makes me despair as a parent, and especially as someone who has had past negative experience of social services as a child. It seems you are damned if you do take them to get checked out, and damned if you don't. Kids fall over and have accidents, but the medical and social service professionals are so desperate to cover their own backs, they make you feel like a criminal every time you take them to the doctors. Next time my little one falls over and has a nice scratch down her face, I am going to make her wear a big sign protesting her parents innocence!!!!
They go about it entirely arse about face imho- the people who actually bother and take theur babies to the doctors or hospital are probably the least likely to be actually harming them, its the ones who don't the SS should be worried about. Funny how social services has the same initials as another scary organisation...
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