Reaching Out

I did it. I reached out to the someone for the first time in 3 years. I'm conflicted on if I did the right thing or not.

I reached out to One Tucker At A Time who I spoke about in my previous post. Do you know this is the first person I have actually reached out and told our whole story to that I don't even know? I have a FEW friends that know and they are very close friends that saw it on the news is probably the only reason they know. I don't know if I would have even told them.

I have been told I should do counseling for my PTSD and anger but wont even do that because its so hard to talk to anyone about what happened.

Now I guess we will wait and see what happens. I hope this doesn't turn around to bite me in the butt and hurt where we live and my kids.

One Tucker At A Time

A few months ago our 12 year old son lost a good friend to a shooting here in our town. This affected our town very bad.

The little boy that was shot was the son of a deputy sheriff and the school resource officer here in our town. I don't know the deputy sheriff very well and have only met him one time but he is such a great, kind hearted man who loved his kids very much.

The one time I did meet him he talked and talked about his kids and you could just tell he was a great dad and how much he loves them. The next week his son was gone.

This terrible accident made the news forever here. This poor man had also been fighting CPS and the Judges as well for his own kids. CPS had NOT taken his kids from him before anyone gets that thought! He was divorced and his wife had custody of the kids. The wife's boyfriend had made comments or something to that nature to the daughter and the court gave him custody of the daughter. They did not give him custody of the son because "nothing had happened to him yet". I want to make it VERY clear this is what the news had reported and not anything that has been said to me by this officer.

I don't know all the details and to be honest don't want to know all the details of what happened the morning this sweet little boy was shot and killed. I do know that the moms boyfriend shot and killed the little boy and his mom.

The reason I am writing about this in my blog is because this could have been prevented. This should have never happened to this little boy or his mother. This little boy should have been placed with his dad and sister and he would have been here today.

The 2nd reason I am writing about this is because of the fight I have fought and will keep fighting until the day I die. The attorney I am going to see is the attorney for One Tucker At A Time. I hope more then anything she will help us. I hope more then anything she will help this man get justice for his son Tucker.

As I sit here writing this I think of Tucker. I never had the privilege of meeting him but I know my son was good friends with him and talked about him all the time. I know how it affected my son in loosing his friend. I feel as if CPS and the Judges had done their jobs and not "target" people like us who don't deserve it and who have been falsely accused then Tucker would be here to be with his dad.

I have never told Officer Whimpee what we have been thru with CPS. I never told him because I don't trust cops after what we went thru. But to be honest I really like Officer Whimpee and would trust him. I don't know if he will ever read this post or if I will ever tell him or talk to him about our life but I want him to know I look up to him and admire him more then he will ever know. He is still a sheriff here and still works with our kids at the school. Our kids think the world and all of him. When he lost his son we went to the visitation and that funeral home was packed. Every room was filled with lines waiting to see him and give condolences and they just kept coming. As I watched him stand in front of his sons casket he just hugged people and talked to the kids and never shed a tear. He finally needed a break and went outside and we went out to him. We didn't want to impose or bother him but to just say how sorry we were for his loss. I went up to him and he was surrounded by other officers. I touched his back and he turned to me and I said I don't know if you remember me but I'm so sorry for your loss and I hugged him. At the time he didn't remember me but he did remember my daughter who was standing beside me and said he remembered her. As he hugged me back he said something I will never forget. Just love your kids and hug them is what he said to me.

He spoke to the kids and hugged them and spoke to my husband and hugged him. I said to him just a week ago you and I were talking about how much you love your kids and now this and it was all I could do not to bawl. Again he said just love your kids and hug them. I again said I'm so sorry and we told him we couldn't be at the funeral the next day because I was having surgery and he said that was ok and we left.

I remember thinking if that was me in his shoes I would be in so many pieces they would have to sedate me. He was so strong. I'm sure he cried at some point and time. I would have and am not ashamed to say so. I just couldn't get over how he was holding it together and being so strong. He did an interview with the news. He started One Tucker At A Time and boy did that ever take off! It wasn't even but a few weeks and he was back at work! I to this very day am amazed at this man, how strong he is and how kind and loving. I have respect for him and admire him even though he is a "cop".

As I write this I think of you Officer Whimpee and of you Tucker. You both make me feel strong even though I feel weak and feel like this battle with CPS will never end or the laws will never change. I not only fight for my kids but I fight for what happened to you as well Tucker. I hope justice is somehow served for you, your dad and your family. I know your family misses you and your friends and my son as well misses you and I'm sorry this happened to you because CPS and Judges and Laws in this world are so wrong. God Bless you and your family and I will keep fighting to change laws and what happened to you and what hell CPS and KSP has caused our family.

https://www.facebook.com/OneTuckerAtATime

http://www.whas11.com/news/local/Deputy-Wimpee-to-make-statement-on-sons-death-Monday-233291481.html

CPS Is Back

Just when you think you might have peace and quiet something happens to make you think again.

Cps went to the school and talked to our 15 year old daughter on Monday. Communicare where the kids get counseling called and made several allegations.
 Here are just a few.

1. We had missed appointments with the kids for counseling.
2. I had called the day after we had a meeting up there with them and dropped out of the impact program which I might add is a VOLUNTEER service that we did not need.
3. My husband had left and we were getting a divorce.

The list goes on and on and I cant even remember all of it at this point.

Questions they asked my daughter:

1. Was there hitting going on in the home?
2. Were her mom and dad getting a divorce
3. Did they all go to school?
4. Did they go to counseling?
5. What was going on between me and her dad?
6. Why was her dad gone?
7. Was her oldest brother still going to school?
8. What happened between her and her younger brother on the bus?
9. Were they being punished for being kicked off the bus?

ANSWERS:

1. No there is not any hitting, beating or domestic violence going on in our home. Our kids are grounded when they get in trouble from IPods, video games, TV, etc...
2. No we are not getting a divorce nor are we fighting and we don't fight in front of the kids to start with.
3. Yes they all goes to school and when they are out they go to the Doctor and have a note.
4. Our 12 year old was being seen at school for his counseling. Our 17 year was being seen at school for his counseling until the counselor stopped going to see him. Our daughter had missed apps with the Doctor and had to do a drop in to get back in counseling.
5. Nothing is going on between me and their dad.
6. Her dad had left to go to Ohio to take a class for a new job that he would be gone 14 days, home 3 and gone 14 again but after he took the class did not take the job. He was gone one night.
7. Yes her older brother is still in school
8. Our daughter and youngest son got into a fight on the bus and got suspended for three days. They are kids and siblings and simply got into a fight.
9. They were grounded from the video games, TV, I pods for being suspended off the bus.

We had a meeting a few weeks ago with Comminucare and the impact lady there. The impact  lady said it seemed as if I didn't even want the VOLUNTEER impact service and I didn't. All they do is tell you where to get food stamps and info like that but the catch is they come to your home once a month to do it. I didn't need the info or want the service. The day after the meeting the impact lady called me and said if I didn't want or need the service she was fine with that and I told her ok. So I DIDNT drop out of anything. She called me and they reported I called her and dropped out.

I called the worker Tuesday morning and talked with her. She was the worker that closed our case. She assured me she was just checking out the allegations and that nothing was going to come of it and that talking with our daughter had cleared up a lot. I assured her that we had been there/done that and been told that before and it didn't happen that way. She has to speak to the boys and I told her she could only speak to them if I was present and she said that was fine.

I then called the Comminucare worker at school and told her I was aware they had called and of the allegations that was made and from that point on she was NOT to speak with my kids at school or anywhere else. I also told her I had told the worker that I would be calling them and telling them that. We talked and I did let her know I was not at all happy about any of this. She almost seemed taken aback that I called and confronted her and I don't care if she was or not. I will not be a "target" with these people ever again and will not go down without one hell of a fight.

My next call was to the assistant principle at the two youngest one school. I have talked to her many times and she is a very nice and honest lady. I told her I was aware CPS had been there and that I know the law is that I have to be notified BEFORE CPS is allowed to talk to or see my kids. She said that was not the law and I told her she needed to talk to their lawyer to find out because ours said it was. I told her I was not happy about this at all and from now on I want to be called before they are allowed to speak with my kids. She said she cant call me for that but she can call me and let me know when CPS has been called. I at this point am like ????? REALLY?? We did talk and she said she knew half the time when they called CPS that it was bull but they have to by law. She also said she does give the workers a hard time because it does affect the kids in a negative way.

So now what? I called an attorney and am going to meet with her next week before meeting with the worker. I will not but up with this shit pardon my mouth anymore!!!

The Question

I just wish I could take my kids and sit down with even ONE Senator or anyone that REALLY cares and have them sit and actually listen to our story. Or one attorney or TV Station. ALL we want is someone to see how wrong we have been done and the damage that has been done to my family and all of us here from CPS and KSP. I just don't understand why that is so much to ask. I don't want to be on a time limit. I want to show them all my papers and DVDs and just want someone to help us.

Yes I do realize that is just what all of us here want and chances are none of us will ever get this and its just so wrong. How do you teach your kids to stand up for what they believe in when everyone in this world is scared to fight the State of KY or KSP? People are to scared to fight. ATTORNEYS have lost their own kids because they fought for others. So who is going to fight for us?

When do you stop fighting and letting this tragic thing that has ruled your life forever go? When is enough? I'm loosing years really fast with my kids because they are teens and will soon be moving out and having lives of their own. I have 2 kids that tell me they are so angry and to keep fighting and one that tells me I spend to much time fighting on the computer to get someone to help us and that its useless.

All I ever wanted was to be a mom. I didn't want a fancy job or fancy house. My LIFE revolves around my kids. Until foster care my youngest son had been away from me ONE time in 9 years and it almost killed us both. My oldest son will be 18 this year and I Pray to God everyday that he does not move out away from home. I don't care if they all get married and live with me I just never want to be away from them again as long as I breathe. They are my whole world. I would kill someone over my kids. When they went to take them from me I went OFF and I mean off on the police and workers and would do it again. I was thrown on the ground and knocked around by KSP, tried to attack the worker and if I had it to do all over again I would have strangled that worker right then and there.

I guess I'm asking will we ever get help? Will we ever get to sue them? When is it and when do we stop fighting? Do we stop fighting? How do you teach your kids to respect the Police when they are the ones that did them so wrong? The anger that my kids and I have will never go away. The PTSD is terrible to live with. I just wish I had an answer.

Being A State Troopers Daughter

I love my dad with all my heart. I was always SO proud of what he did for a living. He was a Kentucky State Trooper and worked his butt off for them for 24 years. He followed the law to a t. He would even put one of his kids or wife in jail if needed.

Being a cops kid wasn't easy. People expected the best from you. They thought you should never do any wrong. But there is a saying. Preachers kids and cops kids are the worst. It didn't take long for me to realize throwing my dads name around to get out of trouble usually got me into more trouble. Most people didn't like dad because he was a cop and he did follow the law so strict.

I was told by a State Trooper once that once a cop always a cop and once a cops kids always a cops kid. That the KSP stuck together and was always family no matter what. The trooper said if you was ever in trouble or in a wreck you would get taken care of first because you were "family"

Well thats a bunch of shit. Nothing but a lie. They turned on my dad so fast his head was spinning. The detective that made the lies up about us, Mitch Harris, didn't like my dad and my dad didn't like him. Mitch said it was time my dad learn he was a "nobody". Well whatever. Family my ass.

I always wanted my first born son to follow in my dad's footsteps and become a KSP. His dream was to follow him and be a KSP but not anymore. I wouldn't spit on them if they were on fire. I hope one of my kids goes to school and becomes something to take down people like Kate and Mitch and the other bad ones.

I'm still proud of my dad because he followed the law as a KSP and still does today. He was given the raw end of the deal by KSP. He taught us right from wrong and even though none of his kids because anything famous we did turn out ok. We have our own families and we follow the law regardless of what we were accused of. He is a good man that was done wrong. Our whole family was done wrong but justice will be done. And it will be done legally unlike what was done to us.

A Good Day

Two weeks ago I finally broke down and saw a physiatrist  What a difference that one man made in my life. I have been on several different meds for depression, anxiety and PTSD in the last two years since our life was torn apart by CPS and KSP but not much was working. When all of this first happened to us I was told if I went and got help for depression they would use it against me in court.

So two weeks ago after waiting forever I finally got in to see a GREAT physiatrist. He put me back on xanax and on Cymbalta. He told me it is ok to cry, be angry, be sad and yell. That I have every right in the world to. He said me and my kids need to find a way to rise over the bad that has happened to us. And yes that it does hurt to talk about this and I feel like it makes it worse but in the end talking will make it better. So I now have an app with a counselor and that day I started this blog. We as a family as a family are also working to help other foster kids with things they need.

The last two weeks I haven't cried or screamed and have been more focused on how to make a positive out of a negative. And also on how to change laws and make people be held accountable for what they have done to us.

So I saw my Doctor today and he said I was smiling and he was smiling because I told him the plans we have and the positive way he affected me. Am I still mad? Oh yes! Im very mad but its time to take that anger and make it effective. 

The Blunt Truth

One thing you will find out thru this blog is I am telling it bluntly the way it is. The only names I have changed has been my kids names. They have had a hard enough time dealing with all of this to start with. The workers and Judges and so forth....well I think they should be exposed. I think everyone should know who they are and what they have done. There isn't one single thing I have said that I don't have documentation to back it up so let them challenge me.

Dos and Don'ts with CPS, Police

You do NOT have to talk to a CPS worker or the Police period!! Unless they have a warrant in their hand signed from a Judge you don't have to speak to them or let them speak to your kids. Your kids schools do NOT have the right to allow a CPS worker or the police to speak to your child without you there. I'm sure your kids schools have told you that they have to allow a worker or the police to talk to your kids. IT IS A LIE! They do not have to allow it. They do have to call you before they let them talk to your kids.

We had two CPS workers go to Clints school when he was around 5/6 and strip him down completely naked and actually touch his penis. They had a report of child abuse which had nothing to do with his penis. The teachers and principals actually put Clint in a room with him and left him alone with them.

You have the right to say no and shut the door. If they come back with the police and no warrant shut the door NO MATTER WHAT THREAT THEY MAKE!! They can not do anything without a warrant even if they say they can. DON'T believe them if they tell you different!

Your child has a right to say I do not and will not talk to you until you call my parents and have a tape recorder here. Your child does NOT have to speak with them. They can NOT make you leave while they talk to your child. ITS THE LAW!

My kids now I'll say I'm not talking to you without my parents so say what you want but it's not gonna happen. And I'm darn proud of them for it! They will tell the police, CSP and anyone else that. My kids trust no one except me, their dad and each other(Mindy, Jeff, Clint) They don't trust their half-brother and sister because they were one reason they were removed. The only sad part of it is if something happened they wouldn't call the police no matter what it was and never will me or their dad. They can't be trusted.

No one is to blame for this but CPS and KSP and they can thank themselves for it. They lied to my kids, ripped them away from a good home and placed them in bad homes. My own family turned on me so they don't even trust them. Thats what happens when you lie to kids.

Anger, Night Terrors, Every Day Life

Normal left our family a long time ago. Our life before CPS was an everyday same routine. Now it all depends on each person's moods in this house. There is 3 of us with depression and PTSD so moods go from happy to crying to just mad and yelling.

The night terrors are the worst most of the time. Mindy, Clint and I have them terrible. We jump out of the bed screaming and yelling. We hit walls. We don't know we are doing it and don't remember doing it the next day. The thing with these PTSD night terrors is you don't touch the person when they are doing it. You are reliving what happened to you. They are terrible.

Its hard to deal with your own PTSD and depression when your trying to help your kids deal with it. How do you help them when you don't have the answers for them?

The anger I have and my kids have toward CPS and KSP will never go away. I can't explain to them why what happened happened or how to make it better. They are angry for being jerked away from us. They are angry for never being allowed to say what we were accused of is a lie. They are angry for being mistreated in foster homes. There is so much anger from all of us.

Jeff had only been away from me one time in his life in 9 years before foster care. He was a mama's boy. He hugged me and told me he loved me 10 times a day. When he came home he had been mistreated in foster care and drugged. I remember telling him he couldn't do something one day and him getting in my face and saying what you gonna do about it bitch?. I just turned around and walked off and didn't say a word. NEVER in his life would he ever have spoke to me like that before foster care. He has gotten a lot better but he still has his days. Some days he will just get so mad he will cry and say he just doesn't understand why they did what they did to us. He goes from calm to plain downright pissed off and can't think in 2 seconds. He will be 12 this year and he still sneaks in our bed every night. He doesn't want to go anywhere away from us. He is fine with his friends coming over here but he won't stay with friends. He doesn't want anyone to know they were in foster care. He doesn't want anyone to know anything that happened. Before foster care him and Mindy was VERY close. Now they are not. While they were in foster care they weren't even allowed to step in each others rooms or hug each other if one was crying. I am slowly getting my baby back but he will never be the same.

Mindy has night terrors every night. Her moods are crazy. One minute she is happy and the next she is crying. Yes she is in counseling and on medicine. Her night terrors are of being taken away from us and the detective grabbing her arm and screaming in her face. Plus she was sexually abused by a former foster dad and has to deal with that. She lives in fear of him coming after her every day. Mindy has a lot of guilt for telling what happened because she feels that is why I can't see my parents and why my siblings turned on me. Her guilt over that will never go away no matter what we say to her.

Clint has missed a lot of school this year. He actually got ulcers from this crap and was in the hospital from that. This caused tension migraines and he was in the hospital from that. Then he got so depressed he went to bed and wouldn't get up. He cried for a day and a half straight. He lost 20 pounds in one month. I tried and tried to pull him out of it and couldn't  He finally said he needed to go to the mental part of Kosiars and get help. He was there for a week and I missed him like crazy. His behaviour when he first came home was a lot like Jeffs. He has turned around 75%.  He is very very close to my parents and brothers and can't see my parents due to the no contact order with my brother because he still lives at home. He is very angry and depressed over that. He wants my mom to come here and stay a few days and she can't because of my brothers and he resents that also.

Each day is a little better for the most part. What keeps us going is each other supporting each other and the kids knowing I am still fighting trying to find someone to sue CPS and KSP. And now trying to help other foster kids and making a positive out of this negative. No matter what the five of us will always stick together. 

PTSD, Anxiety and more

I have been diagnosed with severe PTSD from this traumatic event. The Doctor said it was as bad as someone that had seen terrible things in war. I have awful night terrors. I beat my husband. I stand on the bed and beat the walls and scream and yell. I jump off the bed. So far I have dislocated my elbow, shoulder and broke my foot in three paces not counting the endless bruises. I have severe anxiety.  I don't want the kids out of my sight even for school. I have told them they can trust no one because of how people lied. I have days when I just cry and the kids don't like that much. They are not used to seeing me cry so they don't know what to think. They always said I was overprotective before this happened and now they say I'm very over protective.

Clint was also diagnosed with PTSD. He suffers severe anxiety. He got so depressed he was in Kosairs for over a week. He lost over 20 pounds and went to bed and slept and cried. He never cries but one night he started crying and cried for a day and a half non stop. He said he hadn't cried since it all happened and now it just all came out. He also was very sick and in Kosairs for a week and had several tests done. Come to find out he had ulcers from all of this. He was very close to my parents and brothers and isn't allowed contact with my brother and can't see my parents because my brother still lives at home. His sleeping is as wild as mine. He jumps out of the bed screaming and yelling. He used to want to be a State Trooper and follow in my dads footsteps but no longer wants any part of that. Clint is MMD to start with and has suffered anxiety since CPS went to school and stripped him naked when he was about 5/6 and even went so far as to touch his penis. As usual we couldn't get anyone to help us even then. Every since that happened his anxiety has been terrible.

Workers making news for domestic violence

What totally amazes me to this very day is some of the people they let take other peoples kids. 

Kate Jeffcoat made the news a few weeks after she took my kids away for domestic violence with her husband. And her kids were there when it happened! But did anyone take her kids or investigate her? NOPE they sure didn't!! Why is that I wonder? Because she is a CPS worker and her husband is a cop? Its wrong. Very wrong!

http://behindthebluewall.blogspot.com/2011/08/ky-officer-jeffcoat-former-deputy.html 

Now I'm not going to get into this a whole lot but I am going to say I feel very very sorry for her husband. He was a Police Officer and got into trouble. And from what I understand from several sources very close to them he was NOT at fault. But if she did to him what I was told she did then he should have "slung" her around. Sorry but thats my personal opinion. All she managed to do was ruin this mans name. And the news media and KSP helped her to do it. I met this man and he was a very nice man who didn't deserve this.

Personally I couldn't care less. My point of this whole post is to prove a point. Some of these CPS workers are getting drunk and having domestic violence in their house in front of their kids and getting away with it. Someone should go in and not ask them the truth and then make up lies about them and jerk their kids away from them and see how they like it. They are not any better than anyone else!

THE VIEWS HERE ARE MY OPINIONS OTHER THAN THE LINK AT THE TOP OF THE PAGE. I HAVE A RIGHT TO VOICE MY OPINIONS.

Attorneys sleeping with workers

This post I'm going to have to think a little bit about before I write. I know what I want to write and who it is about but before I do I have to have the court documents in hand. But I will say this DID happen in our case with an attorney and CPS worker.

Starting over

Starting over was not what we had planned. We had lived in the same place in Shelby County for going on six years and had established roots. The kids had their friends. We had family close to us. My husband had worked there for 15 years. Clint was in football and Mindy cheerleading. But low and behold when the news channels posted our faces and the accusations on TV and the newspaper put us on the front page our lives there was over.

When the kids came home their friends were so happy to see them. When we took them to school the first day their friends went nuts they were all so happy! But we couldn't go anywhere that someone didn't question us or give us the look.

We had two big problems. The deputy sheriff at the Shelby County High School and the Resource officer at Heritage Elementary school. Those two didn't know anything but what the media reported but they sure felt the need to run their mouths to everyone.

One of Clint's best friends was at our house more than his own home because his mom was a single mom. The Deputy Sheriff felt the need to call this child's parents into the school to tell them that he didn't need to come to our house because we had had our kids taken for abuse and sexual abuse. They were told we were bad parents and their child should not come near us. It just so happened that we had already told this childs mom what happened but the dad didn't know. The mom called me and told me about being called in the office and being told this and more. She was as amazed as I was that anyone would go around talking about people like this let alone the Deputy Sheriff for the school. I was so pissed to be blunt. I got in my car and went right to the school. Of course the principal said this lady would never do that and he would talk to her about it. The next day I got a phone call from the deputy sheriff herself saying she hadn't worded it like that to the parents and did I want to tell her what happened so she could help. Yeah right like that was going to happen. I just flat told her she didn't know the facts or what had happened therefore she needed to stay out of it and keep her mouth shut. So she then called the mom of Clients best friend to ask her why she told me that she had told her what they talked about. So I called the school and told them about both phone calls from the Deputy Sheriff at the school and called the board of education office and told them if they didn't shut her up I was going to sue the crap out of them.

Then the resource officer at Heritage  Elementary called our CPS worker to tell them he didn't think we should have our kids back because we were poor. Are you kidding me? Who was he to say such a thing? Thank goodness for his sake he left for China to do volunteer work that week. I was so mad. I went to the school principal there and told him what had happened and the counselor there. The principle simply said that was the resource counselors opinion and he had a right to call CPS with any concern that he had. I told him I would be calling the board of Education office. He quit that year when school was out. This was the school all three kids had went to and I couldn't believe they were acting that way.

So we decided to move. We moved two hours away from there. We have started over here. The last day of school the secretary at the elementary school asked my kids where we was moving and I plain told her it was none of her business. She was best buddies with KSP and went to Troopers Island with them every year. She was the last person I wanted to know where we moved to.

Starting over has been hard. We moved way in the country. We live so far out we don't even get a cell phone signal. The house we moved into is old and being redone from top to bottom. We moved to a farm which was new to the kids but they now love farm life. They had to make all new friends and start all new schools and this was after being moved 4 times in 6 months while in foster care. But we finally have some peace. Only the counselors where the kids go for counseling know what happened. Mindy told a few what she thought was friends at school and learned very fast that was a mistake.

We didn't want to move but we did and we have survived this far and will keep surviving as long as we have each other

Finding Out Sexual abuse by Foster Father

Finding out about sexual abuse by former foster father. Coming soon

Mental Hospital

Coming soon

4 homes in 6 months

I would love for someone to tell me how moving kids to 4 different homes in 6 months is good for them? Or to homes with a both working parents when I was a stay at home parent with them? Or moving them in the middle of the night? Respite homes because they didn't want to fool with them for Thanksgiving?

One thing I made sure of was that they didn't split my kids into different homes. I felt they had always been together and should stay together plus they could protect each other.

The first foster home was a single lady who had a teenage foster daughter. She made it every clear she didn't like my boys at all. She said she would keep Mindy but not the boys. So they moved them.

The second home wasn't bad or so we thought. The foster mom did work and they did have a sitter. The foster mom did believe in talking to me about everything with the kids. We talked about school and sports before she put them in sports.She put Clint in football and Jeff in Karate and Mindy was doing horseback riding. They were all taking piano lessons from her as well. But they weren't there very long before Mindy had one of her PTSD rages and when foster mom was safely holding her down to keep her from hurting herself or someone else CPS threw a fit. The police was called and Mindy was placed in Our Lady Of Peace for almost 3 months. At 10 PM one night I got a call from the kids and foster mom crying because they were moving them to a respite home and finding them a new home. All because foster mom tried to keep my daughter safe by wrapping her arms around her.

The boys went to a respite home for the night and Mindy went to Our Lady Of Peace. The next day they placed them in another foster home.

This foster home was an older couple and they were downright mean to my kids. The foster dad many times made threats to physically attack Clint. Clint didn't put up with that either. Foster dad drew his fist up to Clint several times. On the nightly phone calls the kids were not allowed to tell us these things or we wasn't allowed to talk to them. They sent them to a respite home for Thanksgiving because they had family coming in and didn't want the boys there. They literally lost Jeff several times. Once in the neighborhood and several times in the store. They told them they could go shop alone and lost him. I was livid!! When Mindy was let out of OLOP and went where the boys were it really didn't go well. Foster mom was just mean in every way she could be to them.

Foster mom didn't like Jeffs "behaviour" and had him put in OLOP after Makayla came out. She said he was to hyper. I said from day one I did NOT want him on medicine and she wouldn't stop until they out him on meds for ADHD. My attorney told me not to fight it or they would come after me for medical neglect.  They give him his medicine at school to help him sit still but we do not give it at home and I will not!

Holidays

Mindy's birthday was October 28. We were able to get friends to supervise and got to take the kids to the park and have a party with her. The day went really well.

Jeffs birthday was August 30. His birthday was the day after mine. Since he was born we had never been apart on our birthdays. I don't know who was more upset me or him. We got to have a small party for him in the office with a worker watching.

Clint's birthday was December 14th. My husbands birthday is December 7th and they celebrate their birthdays together. Birthdays that year was very hard on us. We were able to get them each cakes and gifts but didn't get to have them on their actual birthday.

We were able to get the boys for Thanksgiving but not Mindy. Our friends couldn't supervise a visit that day.

Christmas was a nightmare! We always did some gifts Christmas Eve at my parents and gifts Christmas day with my grandparents. We didn't get to do either of those. We got the kids a few hours Christmas Eve and Christmas Day because our friends supervised Mindys visit. Christmas Day the kids just cried and cried when they had to go back and so did I. Christmas was always a huge holiday for us and it was ruined. The kids were told they weren't allowed to bring anything we got them back to the foster home.

A few days before Christmas Jeff said they didn't have anything under the tree and wasn't getting anything from Santa because the foster parents said they were bad. I asked foster mom if I needed to bring her stuff to give them and she got very mad and snotty. In the end come to find out had  the school the kids went to not bought for them they wouldn't have gotten anything for Christmas at the foster home. I am actually friends with one of the ladies who bought for them for Christmas.

Even after the kids came home Holidays have never been the same. Because of the no contact order with my brother and the kids and my brother and me we have missed Christmas with my parents and grandmother every since then. I often wonder if the Holidays will ever be the same again

Who to believe

I grew up being taught family is everything but in the last two years I have often wondered how true that is. My parents were in foster care as well as my grandparents and I wanted to follow in their footsteps and be a foster parent one day to.

I had 11 brothers and sisters. Some from first marriages and some adopted but I am the only blood child with my mom and dad. Now I say blood child because I have never in my life ever thought of my siblings as not being my siblings. We may have fussed with each other but God help anyone that messed with one of us because we would all come after you and at the same time. Isn't that how family is supposed to be?

I guess as you get older and get married and have families of your own things change. Personally in our case I think some of the spouses my siblings chose is why things changed. Its never good when you have a brother in law who lives for drama. Who calls CPS on you because he wants your son or lies to landlords to get you kicked out so he can have the house you're living in. I could go on and on but wont. Now personally to this day if my husband messed with any of my siblings even though they disowned me after this happened I would personally put him in his place. Family is family and stick together no matter what right? No I don't guess they do.

I haven't spoke to my 8 of my siblings in two years. When this all happened I was to blame for everything. My brother in law said I should be put in jail for trying to talk to my parents. One of my siblings who I won't name made a terrible fake facebook page about me for the world to see. Several siblings and nieces all posted on there. I have this printed off and copies of it all. My grandfather died and my husband found out about it on facebook and told me. My mothers sister forbid me and my kids to come near the funeral home. I had to tell my kids who were living hell to start with that their great grandfather died and we were forbid to go the the funeral home by my Aunt. I will never as long as I live forgive her.

I had a no contact order with me and my dad and me and my brother. My kids were also not allowed contact with either of them. I always knew I could talk to my dad about anything and now when i needed him the most I couldn't talk to him at all. My little brother is mentally handicapped and was being treated worse than we were by CPS and KSP.

Kate Jeffcoat told us that my dad would sit in her office for hours and hours and tell her how she should take my kids away. And I was a drunk and druggie. Mitch Harris said he told her this was all lies and and this was all my daughter being sexually active. He also said my dad said I was crazy and would call him and my mom all the time. I was also told dad said my kids were having sex with each other. Who do you believe?  I know dad was trying to get the focus off my brother but who throws their own daughter and grand kids under the bus? Why in the world was he even doing all this talking to the police and social workers? He was a State Trooper for 24 years and should have known better.

There is DVDs of my brother talking to Mitch Harris and Kate Jeffcoat and he was saying crazy stuff also. Like this was all lies because I was mad at them and made this stuff up. And I was crazy and so much more.

So who do you believe  Some of these things are on DVDs that Mitch recorded and some are not. My dad has a very bad heart and come to find out he had two heart attacks while being interviewed with Mitch that day. From previous experience with his heart attacks he was saying things and didn't even know what he was talking about. Was I mad? Yes I was. I still get angry for some of the things that was said. I get angry  because he should have known better being a State Trooper for 24 years then to talk to them to start with.

I get angry at some of the things my husband said. Like he would leave me for custody of the kids. Or talking about this with his ex wife and older kids. Or letting them come to court when they were partly to blame for what was going on. I felt like after all the years we had been together and everything we had been threw we needed to stand together. Mitch Harris actually told my husband if he would divorce me and take the kids away from me and my family that he would help him get custody of the kids back. I was very upset that he would consider taking my kids from me and let some asshole threaten him.

This is how I saw it. CPS and KSP wanted us all to turn on each other and that's exactly what everyone but me did. I said time and time again that we needed to unite and stand together and show them they were wrong and not let them tear us apart but no one felt the same way.

If I didn't make an effort with my parents to this very day I would probably never talk to them. I call them or try to arrange to go see them. They don't call me and when I have seen them wont go in public with me because they don't want to be seen with me. Im sorry but I didn't do anything wrong and that hurts me more then anyone will ever know. I love my parents so much and would do anything for them but sometimes wonder if they would do the same.

Jumping thru hoops

It is amazing the hoops CPS wants you to jump thru. They wanted us to take parenting classes and set them up. After we had done 7 weeks of them they changed their minds and said we needed to take them somewhere else. But then they wanted us to pay 100.00 each to take them. They demanded i take random drug and alcohol testing because they said my dad had told them I was a drunk and druggie. When they called I always went and passed every single test because it wasn't true. They wanted t do a DNA test on Clint to see if my father was his father. If I hadn't been so shocked about that one I would have found it funny. We knew where our kids were from the day we got out of jail. We had addresses, phone numbers and everything. Now I would think if we was such bad parents we wouldn't have been allowed that info. We was in court every other week for six months straight. If it wasn't over the kids it was over the failure to report abuse charges. And every two weeks it was rescheduled for two weeks later. We weren't allowed to be alone with the kids at all because they were afraid we would talk to them about the case. We were allowed phone calls from them every night but the foster parent had to listen to what was being said. The kids weren't allowed to tell us if they had gotten into trouble or if something was bothering them or they would be made to hang up. Geneva said the phone calls were not to be used for those things. We weren't to be alone with the kids at all so we had to find someone who would supervise visits but yet the workers on 2 different occasions got in the car and left us with the kids and foster parents.

We had the monthly visits at our home from the workers. We had weekly visits with the boys and only with Mindy if someone would supervise. Telling my daughter she couldn't come visit was wrong. It made her feel terrible. After all we had been thru and then she wasn't even allowed to visit when the boys did?

I called the worker every single day. If my kids told me something that had been done to them I called and threw a fit. I spent hours and hours on the phone with attorneys and online doing research and even reading law books on family law. I set up a camera or my phone every single time a worker came in my house or called and recorded everything. I wrote down and documented every phone call that came in or went out, every visit and I let them know I did it. I trusted no one anymore.

Seeing the kids for the first time

Clint was released from Kosairs after we had our care plan meeting. A worker went and picked him up and brought him to the CPS office. I will never ever forget seeing him for the first time since they took them. I grabbed him and wrapped my arms around him and wouldn't let go. I just kept telling him I love him and asking him if he was ok. He said yes he was ok and mom can you please let go now. I know I held him for a good five minutes before Kate Jeffcoate rudely told us to come out of the hall.

We went in a room where they had glass and they sat on one side and watched and listened to everything we were saying. At that point I was so glad to see him I just didn't care.

The foster parent was bringing Mindy and Jeff to the office so we could see them. I don't know who ran to each other faster me or them. I just grabbed them and didn't want to let go. We all went back in the meeting room and of course they had a lot of questions. Geneva called me out in the hall to tell me that we weren't to talk about what had happened and just to tell them we just wanted to visit with them so we wasn't going to talk about it. Do you know how hard that was one me? I wasn't allowed to answer any questions they had. The whole point of that was they didn't want me to say anything negative about CPS or KSP. We tried to make the best of the little time we had with them.

It didn't seem like we had very long with them. We asked them if there was things they wanted from home and told them we would bring them the next visit. About all we could say at that point was we was doing what we could to get them home as fast as we could.

Leaving them that day was terrible. The foster mother had brought them and when it was time for them to leave the workers got in their cars and left and left us standing in the parking lot with our kids and foster mom. They got in her truck and before we got back to our car Mindy and Jeff was running across the parking lot screaming. The foster mother was all mad because they wouldn't get in the truck. We hugged them and I carried Jeff back to the truck while Mindy walked with my husband. I had to literally put Jeff in the truck and fasten his seatbelt  He was screaming for me not to make him go and I was crying and said I don't have a choice. He was screaming crying and saying yes you do. The foster mom shut the truck door and drove off. Later when i was thinking about it I came to the conclusion we must not be such bad parents if the workers felt comfortable enough leaving us alone with them. For all they knew we could have beat the foster mom and took the kids and ran. This was only the first week of the next 6 months of hell we would have....

Lying Accusations

To this day i am still amazed at the lies that were told. On one of the biggest lies that was told was that I was a drug addict and alcoholic. If I drink once a year it is a miracle. I have NEVER even tried a drug in my life.It was said that my kids were having sex with each other. It was said I had hit Mindy across the face and back. It was even told to the Judge that no family would take our kids so they needed to be placed in foster care. It was said my dad and I conducted an investigation in March and felt there wasn't a need to call the police which was not true. It was also said that after we found out what happened to Mindy that we allowed her around my brother again. It wa stated the dynamic is this family is toxic and is impacting the the children in  a way that is detrimental to their well being. It was said that my father was the father of my son Clint. That I placed Mindy on birth control so she wouldn't get pregnant by her uncle.Dr. Mary Lou Reichardt the one that reported all of this had her own lies. She reported that she was told by my husband that he knew Mindy was sexually abused and that he didn't feel bad at it and she reported he was holding Mindy in an seemingly intimate manner. I often sit and wonder how these people can just make up these random lies and get away with it. Just because they are a Social Worker, A Doctor or the Police doesn't mean anything. How many Social Workers, Police, Judges, Doctors, Lawyers have been caught in lies??

These accusations were not kept quiet. These blatant lies were put in the local newspapers and the local news stations. The news reporters wanted to make sure and make us front page news and we were the top story on the news but when all charges were dropped not one news source was willing to report that or hear our story.

There isn't one single thing that I have said in this blog that I cant back up with DVDs, documents and more

The care plan

After we left court we were told to meet Kate Jeffcoat at the CPS office in Shelbyville to do a care plan. The thought of being in the room with kate made me sick. My attorney was also there with me as well as Kates supervisor and our new worker Geneva Bruce. I was still at the point that i couldn't stop crying. They were asking us things like did the kids sleep with a nightlight, did they use certain soap or shampoo and said they would make sure and buy all the special things the kids used. We were given so many papers that day to sign that i don't even remember what they all were. I remember jumping up at one point and running from the room crying. Kate followed me out and so did my attorney Mike because i had told him she better stay away or i was going to beat the hell out of her.Kate went on to tell me that it was ok to be sad and cry and I was thinking had she not been such a liar we would not be where we were.

Our care plan was pages and pages long. We had to take parenting classes. We had to take a class on signs of sexual abuse. I had to have random drug testing and alcohol testing. We had to set up visits. This meeting went on for what seemed like hours. How they expect any good parent in their right mind to comprehend losing their kids, false accusations, jail, court and case plans all at one time is beyond me. I could barely sit up at this point let alone make major decisions.

Geneva Bruce introduced herself as our new worker. She went on to say she was there anytime we needed her and I could call her every single day to check on the kids if I wanted. I'm sure she didn't literally mean that but I assured her I would and I did. Every single day I called her. If something was going on with my kids at 8PM at night I blew her cell phone up texting her. Mike my attorney got mad and said her job stopped at 5 PM and I said as long as she is my kids caseworker her job is 24/7 and I meant that.
There was a very few couple of times I was sick and didnt call her so she called me to make sure I was ok since I hadnt called her.

Everyday Hell and Family

Writing this has been so hard on me. Mentally hard. There is so much more to this story and I promise I will get it all on here. 

At this point I suffer from severe PTSD and two of my kids suffer from PTSD. All 3 kids have behaviour problems since coming home. We each have our good days and our bad days. Some days we are happy and some days we cry. We trust no one in this world anymore and that includes extended family.

Unless you have lived this hell you can never begin to understand where we are coming from. It has been so hard on everyone but I think I have dealt with it the worst from family. I went from having a very close relationship with my 11 brothers and sisters, nieces/nephews, my parents, grandparents to having none of them. I grew up being taught family was everything and in the end it has been nothing. Yes I talk to my parents but have seen them maybe 3 times in 2 years and talk to them very little on the phone. My siblings all except for 2 turned on me the minute this happened. My grandfather passed away shortly after this happened and my Aunt refused to allow us to come to the funeral home. My grandmother actually told me I had been nothing but trouble from the day I was born.

Do I feel sorry for myself? No I don't. Do I wish I had done things different? Oh yes I do. Do I know how to heal? Not a clue. Am I angry? I'm so pissed off it isn't even funny. Is this blog going to make people mad? I'm 100%sure it is going to make a lot of people very mad. Is that my intention? No it really isn't.

I want our story to help others. I hope this helps us heal. I hope we can get justice with our story. I hope our story helps other families from living the hell we have lived.

Crying and my health

I don't care what I did I just could not get it together. I couldn't stop crying to save my life. I had never in my life been one to cry or show my feelings and I had cried for a solid week and couldn't stop.

Bless my poor mother in laws heart I think I scared her to death. We had stopped by her house after court and I stayed in the car to try and get it together. I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. I got out of the car and went in the house and remember sinking down on the couch and losing it. I cried and cried and yelled I just could not live without my kids and more. I didn't look at her but I know she was confused. She just started talking and telling me to be strong for the kids and I just kept saying I couldn't and I didn't want to live without them. My husband came over and hugged me and I finally got it together enough to leave.

We went to Kroger and when i walked in and say a little kid I fell apart again. My husband finally told me I had to stop and get it together because he couldn't deal with it.

The whole time I had been in jail I had severe chest pain and begged that they call and a Doctor and they refused. Plus I had stopped eating and drinking. After court I went to see my cardiologist and my blood pressure was high and heart rate was high. My heart felt like it was going to jump from my chest. My potassium had dropped so low I had to go to the hospital and have potassium ran thru an iv. It was so low it could have killed me but yet the jail let me lay there for a week like that. A few months later they found out I also had three more blocked arteries in my heart. But the jail said there was nothing wrong with me. Wrong!!

Court

When you feel like your whole world has crumbled down around you I don't understand how anyone thinks you can go to court and hold yourself together. To start with our Judge was Judge Miles. Remember he is the one that didn't help us with my husbands ex wife and kids. 

The day didn't start well anyhow. When i was walking to the courthouse there stood my step daughter Cathy and her mom Anita. I will be honest I was so mad I couldn't see straight but my husband told me to keep my mouth shut. I simply walked right by them as if they wasn't there while my husband stood and talked with them. The nerve of them to come to a closed court case over something they had caused!

My husband and I both had legal aid family attorneys waiting for us. He went to talk to his and I went to talk to mine. Mike Simms was my attorney and one of the first things he told me was I was not to speak to anyone but him from then on. We talked some but not much before we went in front of the Judge.

I was sitting with my mother in law when Cathy came and sat beside me. She went on to say that I should give her and her mom custody of my kids. I got up and walked up to Mike and told him what she had said and he said there was no way any Judge would ever do that. That was some relief for me.

We went up to stand in front of Judge Miles and Mike leaned over and said oh by the way Clint is in the hospital. I thought for sure I was going to pass out. When they arrested me and took them away he said he was going to kill himself so they took him to Kosairs and left him. They didn't even wait for him to see a Doctor and settle in because as the worker said it was past her time to be off work. My baby had been in Kosairs for a week and I hadn't known.

How they expect you to function is beyond me. It was all I could do not to strangle the lying CPS worker Kate Jeffcoat and stop crying for five minutes. The Judge told us the kids had to stay with CPS and made orders for us to visit and set another date to come back.

That was the start of our court dates. We was in court every two weeks for 6 months fighting for our kids.

Blame Game

Talk about feeling alone I sure did. When my husband got home he was still mad. He was mad at me and my family. He was mad because he had lost his kids and my family he felt was the only one that caused it. I on the other hand felt as though his kids and ex wife played a role in what happened. At this point we wasn't seeing eye to eye on much of anything.

He informed me that he would do what he had to do to get his kids back and if that meant me leaving then I would leave. I would do anything for my kids to come home but what had brought that on? Come to find out Mitch Harris had told my husband that if he ever wanted to see his kids again then he would divorce me and move them as far from me and my family as he could because my family was all crazy. What?? Who is Mitch Harris to say such a thing? Mitch also told my husband that he would make sure I would never see my kids again. Well let me tell you something, that man had another thing coming if he thought that was gonna happen!

The bickering went on and off thru the night. My husband said it was all my families fault and I said no his kids and ex wife was involved and was to blame also. To this day we still don't agree on this subject and try to avoid it as much as possible.

I sit back now and think and I still have so much resentment from all of this. I resent my family, my husband, KSP, CPS and so many more people. They didn't want us to stand strong together and go against them. They wanted to break each of us down and turn us against each other and thats exactly what they did.

Going Home

We got out of jail late Sunday night. I remember sitting outside waiting and thinking what do I do from here? What do I do if they don't let my husband out? Where do I start? How do I find my kids? How do I get them back?

I wasn't sure how to go home without my kids being there. I know I was SO thankful that my dogs were there for me to go home to. My in laws had taken me home and my husband was with Caleb picking his car up.

My best friend had been going to the house and taking care of our dogs. They were so glad to see me! But I was so lost without my kids being there. No one knows what it is like to one minute your life be good with your kids and the next minute all three kids are gone.

I remember sobbing like there was no tomorrow that night. I felt so alone. I had no idea where my kids were or if they was ok or not. I walked thru the house and was just lost.

I had been told at 18 yrs old I would never have kids and God Blessed me with three great kids. From day one of being pregnant my life revolved around my kids. They were my pride and joy, my life, my everything. How would I go on without them?

Jail

My husband I was in jail for a week. A lot of that we can thanks the bail bondsman for. She didn't bother taking the time to call and verify who we were so we just sat there. I wasn't allowed to see or speak to my husband. I cried and cried and said I just give up cause they took my babies. That was not what they wanted to hear.

They threw me in the front of the building in a glass room where when anyone new came in they could see me. They took my clothes. I had no TV, no phone and no one to talk to. So I cried. And cried and cried and cried some more.  In the week we was there I slept about a total of 15 hours. I stopped eating everything. I was having severe chest pain. (I have had two heart attacks already) I was refused medical treatment. Every Time they shut the flap on the door I beat the door and screamed until they opened it. The nurse decided I needed to have someone sit outside the door and talk to me to try to keep me calm. That worked for a couple of hours but then a guard said she couldn't stay there anymore. 

I saw the bruises from where Mitch had grabbed me and pushed me down. I asked for someone to take pictures and to file a complaint. Of course I was refused that also.

The last day I was there a different bail bondsman came by my door and I was crying and begging for him to please help me get out of there. He said he would call the judge and see what he could do. I figured he would never come back. But he did! He said the other bail bondsman hadn't made any calls to verify who we were so thats why we had been sitting there the whole week. The Judge had finally released me OR. Thank God!

As they were getting my paperwork ready for me to leave they said they were also releasing my husband. I was so happy but that happiness would soon turn to confusion once again.

I sat outside the jail and called my best friend on my cell phone. She had called my mother and father in law and they were coming to get me. It was about 1 A.M. on a Sunday. My husband came out of the jail and it was clear he was still mad. He had called his son Caleb to come get him and said I couldn't ride with them. So my mother and father in law took me home.
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What?

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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The day of hell....

August 4, 2011 was one of the worst days of my life. What started out that morning as normal ended up terrible. Mitch Harris called around 10 that morning and said he needed us to come in and finish some paperwork and our case would be done. My husband was at work and I didn't have a car so he said he would come get me.

We got dressed and Mitch was there pretty fast. He was at one door and another officer named Brian was at the other door. Me and the kids got in the car and was on our way to post when Mitch asked where my husband was working. I told him I wasn't sure where he was working that day or when he would be home. The rest of the ride was quiet and the kids were sitting in the lobby at post and I was standing outside the door smoking.

I was done smoking and walked in the lobby and my phone rang. It was my mom. She was yelling at me wanting to know why my dad and brother had been arrested. I was in total shock and asked her what she was talking about. The kids could hear her yelling and tell I was confused and they started getting upset. Mitch Harris came and opened the door from the lobby and told us to come inside Post.

I was still on the phone with my mom and she was still screaming at me. Mitch was on my left side and the kids were on my right side. Mitch started yelling at me to get off the phone. At that point I was so confused I didn't know what to do. Mitch reached up and grabbed my phone yelling that he told me to hang up the phone. About that time the other detective on the right of me grabbed Mindy by her arm and was yelling and I mean yelling in her face. That got my attention and it was on.

I yelled at him not to touch my daughter and not to talk to her like that. Mitch grabbed me from the left side and to be honest I went off. I Brian was still down in Mindys face yelling at her and I was yelling at him that I didn't care who he was he had no right to talk to her like that. After that all I can remember is hearing the kids crying and Mitch was grabbing me and pushing me around and even knocked me down.

He pushed me into a room with a whole bunch of desks and a couch with a coffee table in front of it and down onto the couch. I looked up and there sat Kate Jeffcoat. I straight out called her a stupid bitch and the Troopers said I wasn't going to talk to her like that and she stupidly said "excuse me"? Kate looked at me and said so is your dad the father of Clint my 16 yr old. I'm not even going to say what I said but Troopers came from everywhere and put me in handcuffs. Mitch read me my rights and asked me if I understood and I just glared at him.

The Trooper was walking me thru the hall and I saw my brother. I told him it would be okay and I loved him as I walked by because I could tell he was scared. I kept asking to see my kids and promised the Trooper I wouldn't do anything and I would tell them to calm down and it would be ok. He let my boys come in the hall and I told them I loved them and it would be ok but he wouldn't let Mindy come in the hall. I could hear her crying in another room. She later said she thought I had left without talking to her because I was mad at her.

That day I was arrested for Failure to report sexual abuse as well as my husband and dad was. My brother was arrested on 15 counts of rape and 5 of sexual assault on my daughter Mindy. My life had went to hell and back a couple of times in just a few hours. That was the start of the long fight we would have.
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Normal? I don't think so....

We tried to keep things as normal as we could for our kids even with the hell we were going thru. It was almost time for school to start so we bought school supplies. Our oldest was in football so he was going to practice. It was a hot summer so we was doing a lot of swimming in our pool.

About the only thing that wasn't normal was the total chaos we were living with my husbands kids and ex wife. It was constant trouble with those three. Caleb(changed) was 24 and Cathy(changed) was 18. Hi ex wife Anita was just a downright idiot. Caleb was living with us and wouldn't help around the house, always had friends over, was rude to the kids and very disrespectful so I told him he had to move. Needless to say this didn't go well at all. Words were said and here we went. He was making threats to our 16 yr old and me and fighting with his dad and on and on and on. So he called his mom and it went from bad to worse. Next thing I know she is at our house and yelling and cussing at my kids. I called the police and this went on forever and they finally told her if she didn't get in the car and leave she was going to jail. It didn't stop there. The police were at our house 5 times in 4 days over her coming over, making threats, yelling and cursing me and my kids, etc. I had lived with this from her and my step kids for 12 years and was done. I applied for an EPO on my step kids and my husband applied for one on his ex wife Anita.

We went to court in front of Judge Miles and he didn't do anything despite the threats to kill me that Anita had made. He said we all needed to stop. Well all I wanted was peace and all she wanted was to make our lives hell. All orders were dropped. At this point I flat refused to let my step kids come to our house, around me or my kids and even changed our phone number. I was fed up. But not as fed up as I was going to get.

A few days later Kate Jeffcoat came to us and told us she had a report that I had hit Mindy across the back and slapped her face. Kate had spoke to Mindy and Mindy told her it wasn't true as well as the boys did. So my husband called Caleb and Cathy and asked if they had went to CPS and why they had done that. Caleb said yes they had and that Cathy and Anita had done most of the talking. When he was asked why he said that their mother Anita had told them if they didn't go lie to CPS that she would throw them out in the street. At that point I was done and still am to this day. (This all happened three days before the sexual abuse came out)

The next day my husband I got up and went to see Kate at CPS. Kate assured us that she didn't believe the accusations and felt that they were made as revenge for the EPOs being taken out against them. She said we would be getting a letter saying they accusations were unfounded and the case was closed. We never did get that letter and in fact they used it against us in court.
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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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