Off-Topic: Why I Work for CPS

CPS has been plastered all over the news lately. From headlines about children dying to caseworker turnover, there seems to be no end in sight to the negative media attention that CPS is getting in Texas right now. People have every reason to be outraged, but here is my argument:

I work for CPS because I am a strong enough person to handle it. Every day I talk to children about abuse and neglect, and every now and then I hear some god awful stories. I work for CPS because through the system, I have the power to do something about those horror stories. Through CPS, I can keep families together and have the opportunity to educate parents. I work for CPS because so many other people can’t, and I love the job that I have.

That being said, people have every right to be outraged with the system. It’s flawed, as all systems are. People have every right to be upset about children dying and being beaten. It’s upsetting. We are not wired to find this behavior acceptable. What is unacceptable is people berating the system when they do not, and never will work for it. If you are not a strong enough person to do my job, please do not tell me how to do my job. Child welfare needs some serious attention and revamping, but unless you have some legitimate solutions and the funding to do so, do not tell me how to do my job. I am a human being, not a robot. Caseworkers burn out so quickly because we have incredibly high case loads, and policy changes happen frequently, making our job a little harder to do sometimes. CPS is not perfect by any means. We get a lot of things wrong, but we do a whole lot of things right too. It is impossible to catch everything, and it is difficult to prioritize cases when we have so many that need attention.

Every now and then the public gets a wind of the spirit of raising awareness, and temporarily are passionate about a cause. This is one of those moments. Unless your spirit of raising awareness turns into legitimate advocacy that calls for informed, educated, and researched change in the system, please hop off the bandwagon. Unless you have the political pull or money in your pocket to influence this change, please refrain from telling me how to do my job.

There are a lot of bad caseworkers. There are also a lot of great ones. I am blessed to work with some of the most caring people in the industry, and we do a lot of good for a lot of children. Families involved with CPS may not like us, but I sleep just fine at night knowing that I’ve helped at least 1 child in this world. The public may be demonizing us for things that we cannot always control, but please don’t forget that parents are the ones making terrible decisions, and parents are the reasons why these things are happening. CPS intervenes and we do the best we can, so unless society can once again adopt the mentality of “it takes a village”, and do it right, my job will always be necessary. No matter how much I wish it weren’t. Bringing pitchforks to the CPS party is not going to change anything. The only people that have the power to change things are employees and advocates, and the people with the money. So please, if you’re truly invested in child welfare, call for reform of the system. Not the firing of caseworkers and supervisors. Not the firing of whoever. Call for actual money to be spent to reform the system. Our children need to be kept safe. So please, by all means, help me do it. Maybe then you can tell me how to do my job.


Off-Topic: How Many More Times?

This morning when I woke up, I saw the news about another mass shooting on a college campus. Florida State. First of all, I’d like to say that my thoughts are with the victims and their families and friends. This is a horrendous occurrence, and I’m so sorry for all the tears, and heartbreak that come along with the injury and loss of a loved one.

Now, I’m thoroughly upset about this. How many more times am I going to wake up in the morning, see the news of yet another mass shooting, and feel horribly unsafe attending my classes that day? How many more times are parents going to lose their children far too soon? How many more times are students going to be traumatized by the loss of their friends in a preventable situation? How many more times are we going to sit around and do absolutely NOTHING?

I shouldn’t be waking up in the morning afraid to walk onto campus. I shouldn’t be afraid that a man or woman yielding a gun might kill the people that I love at a place that’s supposed to be safe. I shouldn’t have to worry that a student is going to walk into the office armed. And yet, I am. We let these shooters slip through the cracks. Then they fall, and no one is there to catch them. We let our students wander with these shooters, unknowingly. We cling tighter to our guns. And nothing gets solved.

So now what? We’ve got another shooting. Another tragedy. Yet still we sit and do nothing. When are we going to get upset about this? Are we accepting this? Are we accepting that this fear and tragedy is just a part of our lives? This shouldn’t be happening! People are flocking to schools, movie theaters, shopping malls, etc. and DYING because we can’t get a handle on this problem. Most literally, this is a life or death situation. If we continue the pattern of sitting back and doing nothing, more people will die for absolutely no reason, and more families will be left with broken hearts and shattered hopes.

If the tragedy in Newtown did nothing, I’m hesitant to believe that anything will. Innocent little children were slaughtered, and we still did nothing. Those victims got no justice, and their parents are still living in a country where they could very likely be victimized by the same kind of violence again. We’ve had our talks. Now where is our action?

What If We Admitted to Children That Sex Is About Pleasure?

What If We Admitted to Children That Sex Is About Pleasure? – Pacific Standard: The Science of Society.


This is the best damn article about communicating to children about sex and what it should look like. The curiosity is there, ya’ll. This mom is brave enough to tell her son like it really is, and not make it a huge deal.