Just to highlight that I did have a problem with one Social Worker - and it could have been quite serious! I got the Finance PoA done with mum before dementia reared its ugly head. She had got to nearly 90 and it just didn't cross my mind that there would be any cognitive decline. Silly me. She had a suspected stroke and within three days was a completely different person. Fortunately there were, and to some extent still are, periods of lucidity. It was during one of these periods that I got the Welfare PoA signed up and off to the OPG.
While mum was in a care home last summer for an emergency respite stay (organised by SS, who were extremely helpful at the time), the SW who was allocated started hinting that I didn't have mum's best interests at heart (if only she knew what I've given up!) and suggesting a care home placement in Southampton (we live near Reading!). She was questioning mum about where her home was. Mum couldn't answer. I was terrified. SS were involved as mum is 'on their books' as she gets some funding for home care. I then told SW I was taking her out of the home (it was a dreadful place, but that's another story) and she 'threatened' me with the appointment of a mental heath advocate for mum. At that point I realised that they now had control over mum. That conversation with the SW took place on a Friday. I didn't eat all weekend, I was so worried. Sunday I went there and pulled her out, deciding that if she was back home, they would then have to prove I was 'mistreating' her. It all settled down and on Monday the same SW was fine with me on the phone. Someone suggested I log a formal complaint against her, but I guess she wasn't doing anything wrong as such, but she certainly didn't have an understanding of our situation. I didn't complain.
God, it was a horrible weekend, but some of that was probably down to my stupidity in saying I didn't trust myself with mum any more when I called SS and cried for help. Silly me again.
Anyway, point is that without me having Welfare PoA, they could have completely taken over. We now have it. Bizarrely, the very lucid afternoon was actually in that dreadful home. At least now I can rest easy that mum is totally under my control. I would recommend getting both done.