What the fuck is an "Intake" or "Oncall worker" ?
And why would they care about a scrap phone.
I called the CPS hotline for the county. The person who answers is called an "Intake Social worker". They have been employed in Child Protective for awhileand screen the hotline calls.
I told her I am not a State Mandatory Reporter. I said that I finally got a phone back from a friend I loaned it to after a big blowup and I had the phone service shut off. I said I was concerned because text messages on it suggest that she is buying and using meth from her babysitter.
They asked a few questions about the texts and about her. I explained what I knew. I named the babysitter. Then said what her nickname is and the intake worker goes "yeah. That sounds about right." (I later tell my mom about the call. She used to work in the treatment arm of Child Protective. She actually knew the Intake Worker from when she worked there. Mom said that her comment regarding babysitters nickname tells her that CPS is involved with the babysitter...or at least has her on their radar).
The Intake Worker said I may be getting a call from an investigator so don't delete any messages.
I get a voicemail less than 24 hours later from an investigator that is put "oncall" for the weekend. She wants me to get back to her. I plan on calling her mid-morning.
They have assured me my name will be kept confidential, but I am a bit concerned how they would explain getting the texts. If the babysitter has a case open on her, it would be easy to explain that they came up during the investigation into babysitter.
This whole damn situation has been weighing on me ever since I found the messages. Her going back on meth sure explains why she has been acting so fucked up. I decided to call for her kid. I've known her since she was born. She has no dad in her life. She sees her half-brothers every other week. A 2 year old deserves to have a babysitter that isn't selling meth to her mom. She deserves to not have random guys stay over in their one bedroom apartment. Straight up, she needs protection. So I called Child Protective Services.
I didn't ask for her damn drama. The bitch put it in my hands. Time for me to pass it off.