The day I was reported to social services, I remember sobbing as I attempted to hide out of view with my two children in the ball pool of a local play centre.
It felt worse to me than someone wrongly reporting me to the police. I may not have been physically arrested, but mentally I felt shocked and shackled.
How could this have happened to me? Worst still, I didn’t even know who had such an issue with my parenting because it’s all confidential.Read more on themighty.com