Yesterday my therapist told me my family needs to be in protective custody

I've said this for over a year now and I've been waiting to be told by someone looking at the evidence. She is not easily unsettled. She is very experienced in a huge range of traumas, abuses, and violence. But when I told her about what's happening with my son yesterday, I swear that she was holding back tears. I don't talk about the details of what we are going through here but I've posted before about the guy I was involved with and how he kind of, messed up my fucking life, to put it simply. So yeah. I'm in a situation where my family is being hurt for things I didn't even do, and gang stuff I was never involved in. Because of some immature, arrogant, psychotic men that I so naively let into my life. Because why? Because I was bored. I was stuck. Confused, alone, lonely. Traumatized. I needed something and I thought I could get it from lessening my worth by dating a no good man who was literally worlds different from me and anything I knew. I'm not having a breakdown right now, I'm in a constant breakdown these last weeks and I feel helpless and desperate. We need help. I can only make so many police reports for those scum bags to shove under the rug and ignore.