The Trooper that took me to the jail was actually a very nice man. He had remembered my kids from Troopers Island and talked highly of them. Now that I sit and think back I was rude to him. He let me get out and smoke before he took me in the jail and I told him I had always been taught to have respect for the police but now I wouldn't spit on them if they were on fire. He just got this look but said nothing.
As we were waiting to go in the jail I saw my dad. He looked at me and turned his head. I will never ever in my life forget the look on his face. This was the man who had worked his whole life enforcing the law and we was always so proud of him and his job and so was he. Now he had been arrested because of lies. I remember as I was talking to the bail bondsman I was watching him pace back and forth in his cell and I kept telling her they need to check on him because his heart is very very bad. Come to find out months later he actually had a heart attack while there and his defibrillator shocked his heart. Hours and hours later he got to leave OR. As he walked by the cell I was in he just looked at me and walked off. I just cried and cried and knew my dad would never be the same again and he would never love me like he had before.
When they brought my husband in I could tell just by looking at him he was so mad. He just looked at me and turned his head. I was so hurt. I couldn't figure out what the heck was even going on much less deal with everyone being so mad at me. I finally got to use the phone after hours and hours. I called my mom and she was screaming at me how I had ruined my brothers life and how my dad had worked so hard his whole life at enforcing the law and now was in jail. I finally told her I didn't have to listen to that crap and hung up on her. Later I realized she was just as upset as I was about what was going on but I knew we would never be close again.
I got to jail early that day and was refused a phone call until up in the night. It was cold. I couldn't stop crying no matter what. All I could think about was my kids. Where were they? Were they ok? When would I see them again? It didn't take long for me to loose the will to live....
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Showing posts with label kentucky state police. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 27, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
The start of lies
Our life went on as usual. Football practices swimming, summertime and two of the kids went to Troopers Island. Everyday life was normal for us and pretty good.
We had made sure Mindy went on with counseling. Whenever the CPS worker Kate Jeffcoat would call us we would do whatever she asked. We had nothing to hide. Kate called to tell us that a Kentucky State Police Detective that lived about four houses down from us would be calling us to talk with us about what had happened.
I should have known then that my life had just went to hell in a handbasket. Let me back up just a little. My dad was a Kentucky State Trooper for 24 years. The Kentucky State Detective that was doing the investigation was Mitch Harris and he didn't like my dad and my dad didn't like him. My dad had been very loyal to the Kentucky State Police and felt like they were his extended family. Mitch literally said my dad was a "nobody" and needed to learn this. Mitch had made it well known he didn't like dad and didn't like my family. He even went as far as to bring another one of my brothers to my house and tell me that he shouldn't be walking down the side of the road. Mitch was drinking when he came to my door because I could smell it on him and his wife drove him to my house. My brother was very upset because Miitch had pushed him around in front of some other Trooper friends and proceeded to tell him that our dad was a nobody. We called the Kentucky State Police and the Trooper that came to our house said we had to ignore Mitch as he "was a drunk". I knew at that point it was gonna get bad.
Mitch told all of us to come to the Police Post so he could talk to us. So my husband, the kids and I all went. He made it all out to be calm and told us he wanted Mindy to go to the childrens center in Louisville to be questioned and examined We said ok as we wanted to help as much as possible.
Kate had us come in and sign a paper saying that we would keep the kids safe and away from my brother Joe. We agreed to this and was fine with it. While we was with Kate the kids said they were scared that she was going to take them away and she told them and my husband and I many times that we had done nothing wrong and that she would never take them away from us. What a blatant lie!
Mitch and Kate set up a time for us to take Mindy and the boys to the Center for children so they could be interviewed. We spoke with the Doctors and they all talked with the kids. The exam they did on Mindy they said was all normal. When we requested the records from there we was told no. We did get some of the records in the police report from our legal aid attorneys.
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We had made sure Mindy went on with counseling. Whenever the CPS worker Kate Jeffcoat would call us we would do whatever she asked. We had nothing to hide. Kate called to tell us that a Kentucky State Police Detective that lived about four houses down from us would be calling us to talk with us about what had happened.
I should have known then that my life had just went to hell in a handbasket. Let me back up just a little. My dad was a Kentucky State Trooper for 24 years. The Kentucky State Detective that was doing the investigation was Mitch Harris and he didn't like my dad and my dad didn't like him. My dad had been very loyal to the Kentucky State Police and felt like they were his extended family. Mitch literally said my dad was a "nobody" and needed to learn this. Mitch had made it well known he didn't like dad and didn't like my family. He even went as far as to bring another one of my brothers to my house and tell me that he shouldn't be walking down the side of the road. Mitch was drinking when he came to my door because I could smell it on him and his wife drove him to my house. My brother was very upset because Miitch had pushed him around in front of some other Trooper friends and proceeded to tell him that our dad was a nobody. We called the Kentucky State Police and the Trooper that came to our house said we had to ignore Mitch as he "was a drunk". I knew at that point it was gonna get bad.
Mitch told all of us to come to the Police Post so he could talk to us. So my husband, the kids and I all went. He made it all out to be calm and told us he wanted Mindy to go to the childrens center in Louisville to be questioned and examined We said ok as we wanted to help as much as possible.
Kate had us come in and sign a paper saying that we would keep the kids safe and away from my brother Joe. We agreed to this and was fine with it. While we was with Kate the kids said they were scared that she was going to take them away and she told them and my husband and I many times that we had done nothing wrong and that she would never take them away from us. What a blatant lie!
Mitch and Kate set up a time for us to take Mindy and the boys to the Center for children so they could be interviewed. We spoke with the Doctors and they all talked with the kids. The exam they did on Mindy they said was all normal. When we requested the records from there we was told no. We did get some of the records in the police report from our legal aid attorneys.
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The Reveal
After much time and thought I have decided to start a blog. Will it help with the healing process? I don't know. Will it make everything in my life better? No I'm sure it won't. But if nothing else comes from this I will NOT stop until I expose Kentucky, CPS, The Kentucky State Police, Shelby County High School and everyone else involved in ruining our life. And you better believe I'm gonna name names and tell all! Also please feel free to comment on each blog or ask questions
August 4, 2011 was one of the worst days of my life. I re live this day every day and night. I don't think it will ever go away or get any better.That day was the start of my battle with CPS that would only get worse before it got better.
A month or so before we had taken my daughter who was 12 to the Doctor to be put on birth control because she was having troubles with her periods. The Doctor asked if she had ever had sex and she she said no except for what happened with Uncle Bill(changed for privacy). We was shocked. First we had heard of it.
The next day CPS worker Kate Jeffcoat was on our doorstep. Mindy (changed for privacy) wasnt home so we told the worker that we would bring her into the office as soon as she got home. That was our first mistake.
We took Mindy into the CPS office when she got home. Mindy was very upset and didn't want to talk to the workers. So I said if she didn't want to talk to them she didn't have to and Kate Jeffcoat rudely said if she didn't talk she would get a warrant and make her talk. Mindy being scared said she would talk.Us being stupid and not knowing the law said if she wanted to talk that was fine.
While Mindy was talking to one worker we were talking to Kate Jeffcoat and our boys Jeff(changed) who was 9 and Clint(changed) who was 14 was in another room playing.
The worker who had been talking to Mindy came in the room with us and told us that Mindy had been sexually molested by my 16 yr old mentally handicapped adopted brother Joe (changed for privacy). Our worlds fell apart. When had this happened, where had this happened, why had this happened and more questions came to mind.I felt sick. I felt guilt that this had happened to my child. I was mad at my brother. One by one details came out. That it had happened more then once, it had happened at my parents house and Mindy was afraid to tell us for fear she would be taken away.
August 4, 2011 was one of the worst days of my life. I re live this day every day and night. I don't think it will ever go away or get any better.That day was the start of my battle with CPS that would only get worse before it got better.
A month or so before we had taken my daughter who was 12 to the Doctor to be put on birth control because she was having troubles with her periods. The Doctor asked if she had ever had sex and she she said no except for what happened with Uncle Bill(changed for privacy). We was shocked. First we had heard of it.
The next day CPS worker Kate Jeffcoat was on our doorstep. Mindy (changed for privacy) wasnt home so we told the worker that we would bring her into the office as soon as she got home. That was our first mistake.
We took Mindy into the CPS office when she got home. Mindy was very upset and didn't want to talk to the workers. So I said if she didn't want to talk to them she didn't have to and Kate Jeffcoat rudely said if she didn't talk she would get a warrant and make her talk. Mindy being scared said she would talk.Us being stupid and not knowing the law said if she wanted to talk that was fine.
While Mindy was talking to one worker we were talking to Kate Jeffcoat and our boys Jeff(changed) who was 9 and Clint(changed) who was 14 was in another room playing.
The worker who had been talking to Mindy came in the room with us and told us that Mindy had been sexually molested by my 16 yr old mentally handicapped adopted brother Joe (changed for privacy). Our worlds fell apart. When had this happened, where had this happened, why had this happened and more questions came to mind.I felt sick. I felt guilt that this had happened to my child. I was mad at my brother. One by one details came out. That it had happened more then once, it had happened at my parents house and Mindy was afraid to tell us for fear she would be taken away.
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