End of the Line

This song has been playing in my head all day on Summer Solstice.

In repose , rest and my deep thinking baited, peace remains .

I do not have the impression that any masculine has woke to my grace and place and as a result , accepting the end of the line .

It is with great faith that my miss is my mercy . It indeed is extreme in reference to our sons , but their resistance has been consistent for decades . I do not know them as adults and cannot accept their preference to continue the WAR of their Dad and reject me.

The end of the line lends towards new beginnings which I’m resting up for as Christ Consciousness via photonic white light rains down ; those who are supposed to , receive and surrender in self love and self forgiveness to better love another in peace and harmony !

Hydration and rest , rejuvenate and accept the healing and abundance as cycles officially close ,never to be repeated .

Job well done !!!

Blessings & Peace

Dona Luna

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Dads

This picture was taken in 2003

Crosson was born on June 19th

Today he 19

Dad treated us to a meal at

K&W

As Fathers , I have not been

privy to parenting .

I last saw Crosson when Dad

passed in 2012.

I have known scant visits with

2 local grandchildren.

2 grandsons ; I have never

met .

Distortions abound

No one wants to participate in

facts , nor healing.

I was still medicated, notice

the blank look .

It was a celebration , I was part

of the baby sitting team for

Crosson , who was my catalysis

to exit the matrix of

psychiatric abuse , denying

Domestic Abuse that is still

high conflict, extremely

malignant.

Happy Birthday Crosson V

Love Nona

Dads by Craig Childress PsyD

I won’t wish you happy Father’s Day until it is one. Besides, Father’s Day is a false celebration.

It’s to balance Mother’s Day because otherwise it’s too obvious that we don’t value the role of fathers. We don’t even yet understand the role of fathers.

Dads are hugely important, but not even dads always understand how important. Men don’t even understand their role as fathers as fully as they should and can.

I’ve watched us grow as men, as dads. We’re very different now than the 1940s and 50s dad – pre-revolution era marginalized dads.

We’ve been poorly taught as boy-men in our cultural societies. Men became lost in their dominance, rippling our child abuse as children throughout history until now. It has been a violent world.

We began to awaken to the meaning of being a father, and a man, in the 1960s. Before that there were strictly defined roles, men worked, they were the “breadwinners” in a single-income family. The mother raised the children, she was a “housewife”.

There was no divorce. Women and children were the man’s property. Child abuse and spousal abuse were rampant. The violence in our families produced a lot of violence in our societies across all of time.

In a violent world, violence is adaptive. It was a violent world of trauma. We adapted.

We’re leaving the violence of our ancestors. They were insane in their Age of Kings & Empires, the ages of trauma and suffering they endured to reach this place for their children – us.

Men are reorienting now. Women are reorienting now. Cultures are encountering cultures. We are reorienting to our children. We are reorienting to what it means to be family.

Intact families, separated families, single-parent families, blended step-families, two-dad and two-mom families, all within a variety of cultural backgrounds of context, blending, shifting, growing, and evolving in contact.

Child abuse protection laws are recent. Our foster care system is nearly as abusive as the abusive home. Our education system is an abomination. We don’t value children. Not yet.

We don’t value fathers either. We try to, sort of, but we don’t. Not yet. Men and women are equal as parents – as moms and dads. Equality, what a concept.

There are four types of relationship in the family and they depend on the gender of the parent and gender of the child. Two are cross-gender relationships, father-daughter and mother-son, these are the high-affection bonds. Two are same-gender bonds, father-son and mother-daughter, these are the values and identity bonds.

Fathers and mothers are different for sons and daughters. Neither is replaceable by the other, neither is expendable, and both are of equal value to the child.

Equality, what a concept.

They’re different. Mothers and fathers are different because they can’t help but be different by their roles, one’s mom, and one’s dad. They do different things in different ways that only dads and moms can do – differently.

These four bonds are not replaceable by the other in the pair.

The same-gender father-son values and identity bond is not replaceable by the cross-gender high-affection mother-son bond. Dads and moms are different for their sons and daughters.

The father-daughter cross-gender high-affection bond is not replaceable by the same-gender values and identity mother-daughter bond. Dads and moms are different, they do different things for sons and daughters.

People are not replaceable. Dads are special and everyone only gets one dad. Moms are special and everyone only gets one mom. We don’t values moms. We don’t value dads. I wonder why that is?

We had it all worked out until recently, there were rigid gender roles we followed, and a strong religiosity in society to guide us so we’d all be the same or we’d be punished for being different than what we were told to be.

And no birth control pills. Don’t underestimate the powerful influence that birth control pills had upon the shifting social landscape in the last fifty years.

There were ‘rules’ and consequences in society to keep everyone in line with the rules set by the authority. Break the rules, and you’ll be punished.

But then that all got blown apart in the 60s. All the rules were broken. I remember. I was there. I watched it happen. Social rules were broken. It was excellent music.

It was a lot of fun too, except the part where the people died and stuff. There’s a solemn black marker in DC with names – names of people who died. Our parents were killing their children. They were insane from the traumas they experienced in WW-II and before.

WW-I and WW-II were tough times on the minds that were there. They carried those tough times within them when (if) they returned.

Things changed in the 60s, and by the 80s divorce became much-much more common as values changed toward increased authenticity and the need for love.

That fragmented the family. The single-income household vanished, and single-parent households appeared, as did blended families, and custody schedules of shared time with the child.

Every-other-weekend isn’t very much time for one parent, and equally shared time means a constantly shifting home-base for the child between two homes. Things were different.

A lot of things changed. We faced things we hadn’t faced before.

Men who have been brutalized into our gender-role were being set free as well. We were given token permission to love and be loved too. But not actually. We had to be men, strong, confident, and successful – and now soft and nurturing too. Expectations changed, yet didn’t.

The same can be said of women as they extended out into their roles, only different. Because men and women are different, equal and the same, but different in the way of things.

Men needed to find themselves outside of their gender-roles, just as women were also emerging from their gender-roles of the past to find their authenticity. Freedom for one brings freedom for the other, and it also requires a renegotiation from the authenticity of both… that can be challenging.

It’s a time of transition – bumpy – because we’re transitioning at some fundamental levels of us, who we are, and how we organize our world.

What’s it mean to be a father? A man? What do we teach our young boys as they become men about what it means to be a man, a husband, a father? What do we teach our daughters about what it means to be a man, a husband, and a father? What do we teach her about who she is and her intrinsic value of being?

Figure it out. That’s your job, dad. You’re the dad.

There’s no ‘rules’ anymore. You’re a dad, so whatever that is – that’s what it means. You define the role because you are the role. What does that role mean to you? Live into that role – because its you. You’re a dad.

They won’t allow that. I know. So it’s not yet a happy father’s day. I know that too. It’s okay, it’s not about days anyway, we’re not girls about the celebration stuff, we’re guys, but soft guys and it hurts all the time when we can’t be dads like we wanna be. I know that too.

So let’s do something about that to fix it, because we’re dads and that’s what dads do – fix things, especially when our kids need stuff fixed.

The family courts are in chaos because professional psychology has failed them. The field of forensic psychology, your own “special” psychologists just for you who don’t diagnose or treat pathology, is a failed experiment in service delivery.

A massively failed experiment.

Dads have found their voice through the challenges they’ve faced. Dads have come together in a common purpose – their children. Dads have called for equality – excellent. That’s exactly where we need to be.

Moms and dads are different – and equal to the child. That’s mom. That’s dad. Neither is replaceable. Neither is expendable.

Psychology is broken. We’ll need to fix psychology. Okay.

We need to end forensic psychology, it’s a failed experiment in service delivery. Okay. We’ll do that by holding them accountable, and we’ll just switch them out for clinical psychologists.

We need to get clinical psychologists here, the treatment psychologists, they need to come back. That will be Dialectic Behavior Therapy (DBT; Linehan) for the personality pathology, informed by the attachment therapy of Emotionally Focused Therapy (EFT; Johnson). Okay. Let’s get them over here.

We need to make it safe for them to return. Okay.

I’m a clinical psychologist working in the family courts, if they walk where I walk and step where I step, treatment not custody, they’ll be safe. That’s my job. I’m not unique, just the first to return.

I’m guy-wired because I’m a guy. I don’t talk round-and-round about problems. I like to do something about them to fix ’em… because I’m a man-dad guy and that’s how we’re wired… a kinda straight-ahead how do we fix things approach.

So that’s what I did. We’re on a linear path, we’re done with the round-n-round of fight-and-fight. We’re headed in a direction, and that direction is a solution so that every day becomes a happy father’s day and a happy mother’s day because that’s good for the child – a happy child day, and week, and year, and life.

Step-by-step. It is always the same information – the established knowledge of psychology – it is always the same request – a written treatment plan based on an accurate diagnosis. It is always the same ethical requirements, Standards 2.04 and 9.01, and failure in their duty to protect obligations.

Each time you educate the judge, you educate that judge for the next family too. Each time you hold a mental health professional accountable for incompetence, you clear away incompetence for the next family too.

Work for each other as you work for yourselves, fight for each other’s children as you fight for your own. You are not alone. You are more powerful than you know.

This is a marathon, not a sprint. Being dad is for a lifetime.

Do you know what I’d do if I were you? I’d talk to a special mom, I’d talk to Dorcy. She was that kid torn away and torn apart. She recovered with her dad, and then recovered a lot more kids with their moms and dads both.

She’s the most experienced professional over here at fixing things. I’d talk to her, and I’d listen. Get organized, get a plan, execute the plan.

You need a treatment plan. For that you need a diagnosis. You’ll need a local mental health person to diagnose (identify) and treat (fix) the problem (pathology).

I can serve as a second-opinion consultant through tele-health – hooray for the Internet. See? Solutions.

With Dr. C on one side and Dorcy on the other, and with you in the middle carrying the ball, let’s do this because it needs to be done, for all children everywhere.

Happy Father’s Day… pending completion of our current assignment… fix the family courts and child custody for all children everywhere. Okay.

Can you hand me that wrench.

Craig Childress, Psy.D.

Clinical Psychologist, CA PSY 18857

Saying Good Bye to a Parent

When you say goodbye to a parent.

You are suddenly living in a whole new world.

You are no longer ‘the child’ and regardless of how long you have officially been ‘grown up’ for, you realise you actually never were until this moment. The shock of this adjustment will shake your very core.

When you have finally said goodbye to both your parents, assuming you were lucky enough to have had two. You are an orphan on this earth and that never, ever gets easier to take no matter how old and grey you are yourself and no matter how many children of your own you have.

You see, a part of your body is physically connected to the people that made it and also a part of your soul. When they no longer live, it is as if you are missing something practical that you need – like a finger or an arm. Because really, you are. You are missing your parent and that is something far more necessary than any limb.

And yet the connection is so strong it carries on somehow, no-one knows how exactly. But they are there. In some way, shape or form they are still guiding you if you listen closely enough. You can hear the words they would choose to say to you.

You can feel the warmth of their approval, their smile when a goal is achieved, their all-consuming love filling the air around you when a baby is born they haven’t met.

If you watch your children very closely you will see that they too have a connection with your parents long after they are gone. They will say things that resonate with you because it brings so many memories of the parent you are missing. They will carry on traits, thoughts and sometimes they will even see them in their dreams.

This is not something we can explain.

Love is a very mystical and wondrous entity.

It is far better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all and grief, grief is the price of that love. The deeper the love the stronger the grief.

When you say goodbye to a parent, do not forget to connect with that little girl who still lives inside you somewhere.

Take very good care of her, for she, she will be alone and scared.

When you say goodbye to your parents, you lose an identity, a place in the world. When the people who put you on this earth are no longer here, it changes everything.

Look after yourself the way they looked after you and listen out for them when you need it the most.

They never really leave.

Donna Ashworth

From ‘to the women’: https://tinyurl.com/ye9f93zd

#fathersday #griefpoetry

Play

My mom never played with me.

Maybe the occasional time, but it was rare.

I don’t remember asking her to either.

I remember knowing that she wouldn’t if I did.

She was working full time and looking after house and groceries and dinners.

My dad worked hard too and came home at dinner time.

Neither of them had much time to play.

And when they did find spare time in their day, they didn’t want to spend it entertaining their kids.

That’s not to say we didn’t feel loved.

We were showered with love. Our parents talked and listened to us and included us in family decisions. Breakfasts and dinners were always had as a family by the dining table. Talking about the day ahead or the day that was.

Bedtime stories every bedtime.

They took us on adventures and travels.

We went fishing and hunting. We helped bake cakes. Had long family walks in forests. Camping trips. Bonfires. Movie nights. Tickles and hugs and play fights and love love love.

But when it came to playing, we were expected to entertain ourselves.

It didn’t matter to me. I loved playing by myself or with my little brother.

We could get lost in a universe of our own.

I’d spend hours playing with my barbies in the grass, while my parents were gardening.

My brother and I would turn boxes into robots. We would build forts and make magnificent creations with Lego’s.

We would read books and Donald Duck comics.

When I was eight I started writing my own stories. After years of being engrossed in my own universe, my imagination was always on the run and eager to be let out.

I loved my own company. I still do.

Now as a mom myself, I too very rarely play with my own children.

My daughter will ask me and I’ll almost always gently decline.

Like my parents, I too work a full time job. When I find spare time in my day, I don’t want to spend it playing. It feels harsh to say that, but it’s the truth.

I shower them with love. I do all the same things my parents did. They know they’re loved.

I know they do.

But play. That is theirs. And theirs only.

Both of them are magnificent at self play.

Even the 19 month old. They’ll spend ages playing with their dolls or in the sandpit.

Sometimes I’ll add a little flare to the game, shouting from the kitchen:

“Oh no! I think I hear the baby crying!”

And they’ll rush to soothe, feed, put it to bed. Game continues.

I’ll hear them chatting away to themselves and I’ll feel so proud and thrilled that they’ve been given the same gift that I got.

Because it IS a big gift to enjoy your own company like that.

It really is.

So I rarely play with my kids.

And I truly believe that’s okay ❤️

Edit:

Just to clarify, I massively believe in spending quality time with my kids. Read, sing, dance, walks, go swimming, look at them, talk to them, listen to them, joke with them. Love on them. That is important.

For me quality time is not pretend play. I don’t enjoy it, and she is better at it without me.

But when my child offers me a homemade sandmud cake full of dandelions and rocks, I pretend eat it. Or if her doll is sick, I give it a kiss and a plaster. Of course I do. 🥰

Dry Drowning

And Dad

Every year I try to post this for parents to read. Dry drowning is real and we all need to be aware.

What You Need to Know about Dry Drowning:

Most parents take five from lifeguard duty when their little ones hop out of the pool or make their way from the surf. Once they’re toweled off, it’s time for juice boxes, snacks and maybe playing in the sand. Right? Hopefully in most cases. But, dry drowning, also known as secondary drowning, can occur hours after your kiddos swim session has ended.

Defining Dry Drowning:

First, it’s important to understand what dry drowning is because the name can be a bit confusing. It has nothing to do with sand or heat—and everything to do with water.

“Drowning from fluid in the lungs that occurs not during submersion in water, but up to 24 hours after swimming or bathing, defines secondary drowning,” says Dr. Fisher. “If the child inhales water into the lungs, the vocal cords can spasm. The drowning is defined ‘dry’ because it occurs out of the water.”

Warning Signs: http://www.parents.com

Because you might not witness your child inhale and swallow pool, ocean or even bath water, it’s important to know the signs. Dr. Fisher says to watch for distressful breathing, consistent coughing, vomiting, unusual behavior or extreme sleepiness.

Seek Professional Help:

If you witness an event in the water, the lifeguard can and will perform initial lifesaving measures, but further observation should be in a medical facility.

“Go to the ER,” advises Dr. Fisher. “Treatment of dry drowning includes obtaining a chest X-ray, having an IV and being monitored for signs of respiratory distress or compromise.”

Don’t Be Fooled:

Most importantly, Dr. Fisher wants parents to know that dry drowning is very sneaky.

“Drowning conjures images of someone thrashing around in a body of water, not a child who went swimming several hours ago,” Dr. Fishers says.

She’s right. Think of your child at home resting on the couch, worn out by sun and swimming. Your child is only tired, right? Not dry drowning. Or is she?

“The scary part is the timing of the drowning, up to 24 hours after an event in the water,” Dr. Fisher says.

Even more scary:

Dry drowning can occur while the child is napping or down for the night. Why? Water in the lungs can induce vomiting, followed by choking.

Prevention Is Key:

Dry drowning can be prevented by taking appropriate precautions around water, according to Dr. Fisher.

“Children over the age of 4 years should have swim lessons and be supervised by at least one adult at all times while near a body of water, including bathtubs,” Dr. Fisher says.

In addition, parents and caregivers should know CPR. Proper fencing around swimming pools is an important safeguard, too. Don’t forget about boat safety: Passengers of all ages on a boat need to wear a life jacket.

“My No. 1 piece of advice when it comes to summer safety involving large bodies of water is to have someone with your child at all times. Incidents leading to dry drowning can occur in a matter of seconds,” Dr. Fisher says.

Dr. Danelle Fisher, vice chair of pediatrics at Providence Saint John’s Health Center in Santa Monica, Calif., shares crucial information to ensure a safe summer while having fun in the sun—and the water.

http://www.parents.com

Illegal Kidnapping

In 2 days, on June 8th it’ll be our one year mark of living this nightmare.

May 8th 2021 after a long pregnancy complicated by excessive vomiting and my prescriptions I had to take.. Our son was born. Labor was not very long, but we had shoulder dystocia. We were absolutely ecstatic to welcome a son to our family. My 4 year old was SO excited to be a big sister. Life was BEAUTIFUL.

May 11th 2021 We took our son in to meet his pediatrician, our family doctor. Who noted he was very concerned for babies cry as it was very abnormal. We all notice kane’s white of his eyes were blue.

Between may 11th and may 25th we were becoming increasingly concerned about our new baby. He was crying inconsolably so we remained in constant contact with his doctor via “portal messages” and phone calls.

May 25th the worry became overwhelming. Kane’s belly was swollen like a balloon. So we took him to the ER. They took xrays and noted shadows were present “possible pneumonia”. And we were sent on our way with their explanation of he’s just a gassy baby.

May 26th we had a follow up with our family doctor. We were still worried. Kane was spitting up. Kane was uncomfortable. Kane was not okay. Our doctor said… Try switching him to sensitive formula instead of breast milk..then we will revisit the subject. At this visit the doctor noted Kane had significantly abnormal Fontanelles with delayed closure.

June 7th 2021 we found a mark on our babies calf. Panicked, I called my mother and We messaged our doctor. He said we can stick to coming into our appointment already previously scheduled for June 8th well child check. So we did just that and waited.

June 8th comes… When we should be celebrating our son’s 1 month of being alive instead we go to his doctor. Worried. After they lay eyes on Kane the doctor tells us he recommends we go to Mary Bridge for xrays. He informs us that there will be an investigation launched on us for the mark by DCYF once we get to Mary Bridge. DCYF involvement was the least of our worries. We needed to know what was wrong with our baby. We wanted him to have relief. So off we went to Tacoma.

Tacoma Mary Bridge questions us and found several fractures and decided to send us to harborview medical center Seattle.

So off we went. I buckled Kane into his carseat.. the paramedics strapped my new baby to the gurney and load Kane and I in the ambulance. Kane’s dad follows us up. I am questioned the entire ambulance ride.

We arrive at Harborview. I don’t know what time this was, as we have been up with our new baby in pain all night the previous night and have been being questioned all day long repeating our truth.

Harborview does skeletal surveys on our son and denies us genetic testing. They find breaks. Decline genetic testing again. They question us about what happened over and over. Hoping we give a different story. Hoping we say something inconsistent. I have been raised that the truth will set you free. Be honest. Be respectful. So I did. Doctors are supposed to help your child, right? Wrong. Little did I know during telling my truth it was being noted that “moms at bedside crying baby has non accidental trauma”
They tell us the fractures in our 4 week old are “3-5 weeks old”
Then go on to say can’t be from birth.
The child abuse pediatrician calls Seattle Police Department. They separate kane’s dad and I. We are questioned, where I am directly asked questions on if I trust his dad. How his dad acts with no sleep. All the things to paint a dad hurt baby picture.
He didn’t. I didn’t. So we kept telling the truth. That wasn’t enough.
Harborview had Luke leave the hospital. Harborview let me stay with Kane with a Seattle police officer sitting right next to me. I continued to get questioned. I am asked to send them pictures I took of my babies leg mark. I do. Doctors are supposed to help you. Police are supposed to help you. So I do as I’m told. The night goes on. . I continue to be asked the same questions but different staff members, on no sleep.
Harborview drew labs on Kane that night and they came back with extremely low vitamin d and elevated phosphate. Harborview continued to deny my requests for genetic testing.
They inform me the next morning I need to leave my baby at the hospital an hr before a social worker and placement come get him. And if I refuse or try to take him I’ll be charged with kidnapping.
There was a nurse who was being kind to me..so thru my tears and sobs I beg the nurse to be the one to sit with my baby until the social worker and my parents arrive to get him so he isn’t alone. The feelings of having to leave your newborn with strangers in such a situation is something I will never forget.
I choked out the words ‘I love you’ to my son and I left not knowing what will happen next.

June 18th kane’s temporary caregivers took him to his doctor and they did labs which showed, once again, low vitamin d. They noted once again abnormal shaped Fontanelles. Delayed closure.

July 14th another checkup on Kane happens. Abnormal Fontanelles and concerns over popping bones and fussy baby from caregivers.
Labs are finally ordered and drawn for genetic abnormalities.

August 31st 2021 kane’s labs come back. He has the LRP5 Gene Mutation which is associated with Metabolic Bone diseases- Osteogenesis imperfecta. Finally An ANSWER.

September 1st our social worker tells us she’s aware of the genetic results and that it doesn’t explain Kane’s fractures.

We continue to do ALL the assessments voluntarily that DCYF has to offer. We completed Drug and alcohol evals, random UAs, DV Anger Management Assessments, Psychological evals, parenting class, ANYTHING they ask.

September 14th our social worker tells us we cannot have a visit between Abigail our oldest daughter and her brother.

September 24th 2021 Kane is removed from grandparents due to many safety concerns, and Kane is placed in Olympia at a foster home.

From September 24th 2021 to 3/30/2022 we go to DCYFs nearest visitation office to where our son is housed in Olympia. 4 days a week. For 2 hrs a slot to soak in those 120 minutes we are allowed each time. In a room we held our son with a visit supervisor sat right next to us the entire time. Each time. 4 days a week we went from Aberdeen, to Olympia , to Raymond and back. Repeat. In the snow, rain, anything Just to see our children who should have never been separated from us.

March 30th 2022 a order to return Kane home to us is approved. Our nightmare starts to turn.

March 31st before returning Kane home to us DCYF wanted to do a skeletal survey on Kane. So they didn’t tell us and instead had the foster mother take him in. She informed us when and where as it was our right to attend. We did. At Providence the Radiology Technicians come out and tell us neither the parents or foster mother can go back with Kane for the exams. This wasn’t something her or us were willing to do. The foster mother gave pushback to them, Kane shouldn’t be alone with strangers. But it didn’t matter Kane belongs to the state so it had to go on. In the waiting room we all say listening to him Scream for over an hour. Xrays are finally done. The foster mother takes Kane home and starts preparing his belongings.
I get a call that afternoon from my attorney. Kane’s radiology shows four new fractures. WHILE being in state care. Never being alone with his dad or I, as Our visits were 100% supervised by DCYF.

I then call the social worker. She’s frantic. She is searching for placement and asks ME if I have somewhere he can go. Even tho he was just ordered return home the day before, they wanted ME to figure out elsewhere to send my son. So, I did. I provided a family member. A safe family member. They place Kane there that evening. All is okay. Our son is finally safe, with his family.
Wrong. Next day, DCYF says the family member actually isn’t suitable, baby has to be moved AGAIN to a stranger in Olympia.
Heartbroken I write a note “please be gentle with me I have a bone disease” …pack his bag with his blankey, his note, his foods and my family member has to take him to DCYF. Kane cried. Kane was confused. Worried. Being moved again. DCYF would not give us any reason as to why my family was acceptable when they were in a pinch for an entire night but then suddenly wasn’t okay.

April 3rd, 2022 our final daughter Zoey was born at Providence.
Horrified at the thought of removal, I beg for genetic testing to be immediately done on her. They said no. I ask for them to just do a skeletal survey on her to check for birth injuries. They said no.

I was scheduled to get a tubal litigation after birth. I got prepped for it, and am then told a social worker is going to talk to me about Removing Zoey but that” they can just do it in the procedure room because you won’t be all the way under” so they wanted me to make decisions, absorb what they are saying about taking my new baby while not even in my right mind. So I had to call off surgery.

DCYF finds a judge that has no idea our situation. Not our regular judge on our case. They give that judge a petition to remove Zoey. They fail to tell that judge that Kane was ordered home. Failed to tell that judge Kane has received new fractures in their care.

So we are placed on a hold in the hospital we cannot leave the hospital with Zoey.

April 6th 2022 we are finally in court again, in front of the regular judge. He does not let them remove Zoey. He tells them to return our children immediately. DCYF brings Kane to Providence, we get discharged, and get to go home with our children.

My attorney files a motion for dismissal. It gets ‘continued’ because suddenly The state agrees Kane needs more genetic testing.

So we continue to comply. DCYF enrolled us in a in home parenting class. DCYF is allowed random check Ins day or night with us. But they only do so once or less a week m-f between 8 & 5… Because we are so allegedly dangerous 😐

So now here we sit with 2 specialists saying Kane has OI. Kane’s results saying Kane has OI kane’s radiology saying he has OI. But since one “child abuse doctor” a year ago will not acknowledge it we still fight for our children. For them to stay home. For the case to be closed.

My children were medically kidnapped, my son was medically neglected and therefore broken In DCYF Care, and my new daughter was a victim of attempted state kidnapping.

Until something changes with our system, and my kids receive justice for what they’ve endured I will not stop telling our story. I will not stop warning other parents. Something needs to change.

If you can please share our story. Don’t let what happened to Kane happen to your children.
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