Civil Suit - PTSD

February 23, 2012 DAY ONE  - ->>>added this title after my entry ->>>J(from the battle  zone and on to peace- a somewhere chapt in my LEAVING THE WAR ZONE – A Battered Mothers Memoirs for Her daughter) either that or twilight zone J

Met with Eric Kjorlie, Civil Federal attorney today. Apparently someone or ones have paid a retainer to this man to take my case from local to appellate to federal, donations of cash assistance have been given to me today in the amount of 500$  w more to be expected—people just started putting 20$ bills in (So I was told). I am still in awe and not quite sure exactly what’s going on.

Several things. From federal investigation to civil lawsuits, and internal and external pressure. And some very beautiful people who just want to see Rikki be safe and know her mom) wow—the tears the past week have flowed steady.

I will meet w federal investigator tomorrow on my way to the VA. Another investigator who will be or is protecting my daughter--They (used as in plural) are in awe at what I have placed on internet- for the love of my daughter. The case file—I was told that it’s like the Sally Field’s movie—‘Not Without My Daughter’. The feds lawyer et el are going to have VA  Doctors who specialize in PTSD war time soldiers build the case of just that. My war zone PTSD and continue  in civil and federal suits.

 What little I know atm is that apparently, I did so good at documentation from the beginning to well the end that there is now a federal investigation, a civil suit beginning and oddly enough a backwards turn to reintegration with my child, as the system has is and continues to fail to protect me, that I have had to go public to stay alive. (and I did) That the father of my daughter is still destroying me by withholding my child and apparently PTSD-(understatement) war type battle fatigue by the courts in Kansas and perpetrator is a direct cause for the 17 years of failure by all parties involved. As well, I am still under attack as – I am still a ghost, in hiding while the enemy walks free. That one really did hit home. They are right, I am still under attack- a ghost. Somehow I don’t think I will be for the rest of my life. Lawyer said its time to turn the tables. Have an address like ya know a house not a P.O. Box—I agree, never dreamed it to be remotely possible though—never thought of it till today. I am now though.

There is more as you can imagine… for now I am really exhausted, shocked that someone  or ones have retained this lawyer  anonymously to proceed on Rikki and I behave from local to federal court.

Then, there is the federal investigation of all parties involved. Court system and out system. The drugs, the pay offs the crooked judges, cops and attorneys.

It has all been set up, I go to VA tomorrow ( they already have my DD214 pulled) I meet w federal investigator tomorrow who has protection on my daughter, and  I swear I feel like I stepped though another twilight zone.

I have been told that, I will soon see Rikki on the PTSD expert from VA- about 3 mos- ish and that there will be no objection to Rikki and I being reintegrated via the PTSD VA expert.

I connect every one, twice today my history was reviewed w me, the players, the money, the beatings the continued torture. Apparently this is the case that they want to use to have extreme impact on the nations courts, kind of like we had hoped back in the 1999 1^st appeal and petition for review. kind of a strange curve but sensible one to take the PTSD angle, it twists in the current chaos of the courts being fit- depressed, when your children are ripped away et el—the fucked up therapeutic jurisprudence of abuse being ignored and abusers  given the further control to –think war – the enemy continues to torture the soldier.

 I am not in control; I can just be me--- in all my pain, and glory. Not to mention all the indictments including daddy. I was told to have fun even lol

I know nothing about civil law- let alone used in local courts with the federal guidance. Or other my brain cells are just not linked there.

Writing more for myself at this moment, I have such an aversion to shrinks… I do have PTSD towards them. I used to work at the VA, I see the reasoning and the plan, this now out of there league. My heart beating hard, the sadness  of so much with Rikki my sweet  child, worst than I,  who has herself battled alone all these years.

 They said I reminded them of the Sally Fields movie- ‘Not Without My Daughter’. I have it recorded. Will continue my old habits, trust none record all, my mom taught me to always make sure that court record was complete, b/c one day it would be investigated and although much is lost—many more may one day be spared.

 At this moment… I feel my mom with me. I pray that my daughter feels my arms around her this very very windy night.

I have already done it all--- nothing for me to do but – heal—funny how shrink – well PTSD - VA doc may just offer that, a chance to see Rikki before she ages out , a chance to get to know each other again, and in the interim, perhaps karma will come full swing.

If ever I did feel crazy in all these years—its now, I laugh thinking how the crazy part of sanity will be turned back into seneschal—trauma—a special trauma reserved for soldiers in war. PTSD - not crazy, but normal. And….. the enemy is still inflicting pain.

I know nothing about fed law- I know nothing about civil law- I do know a bit about internal and external pressure J

I also am in complete awe that in this past year—I somehow open the doors and hearts of people who are now taking overt and covert action. I feel sort of like a leaf blowing in the wind—a gentle wind. A seneschal wind, for this moment anyhow.

Has been insane this past week, could only begin with today. I will try to write each day as it happens journaling—like I did in the 90s—only this time, its not me doing it, I just follow along and let go…

Hell been accused of crazy so many years lol. PTSD back is brilliant, a way to begin the process of ending the craziness, and more so, they want Rikki and I to know each other, be at peace and to never fear again.

Yaaawnnnnnnnnn g-night my friend. (((hugz))

CHAPTER 3 - The Custody Switch - Safe Visit of Topeka, Kansas - The Scam, Court Ordered Abuse for profit-

Because of the Fathers Rights Initiatives. Mommies NOT needed. Just Access Visitation Programs.

 I had not finished this chapter but due to the recent article about safe Visit and Connie Sanchez in Topeka Kansas, "United Way pulls funding on Safe Visit program"  I published what I have written thus far for use on a blog article about Save Visit Loosing their Funding and HOPEFULLY Closing by February..... in the article it states max 30 one hour supervised visits.


Rikki and I were SUPERVISED there for over Decade - 15 YEARS. Incredible. Two lives completely destroyed ... the best they could come up with was a limit of 30 hours. If this had been the rule in the many years of  it's inception in 1995 and in 1996 when we were 1st Court Ordered to the 'human trafficking' and 'Take Battered Mothers Children and give to Abusers Program' aka Safe Visit. These people need to go down, them and all ACCESS VISITATION aka Custody Switch Programs for Batterers.

Perhaps.... ...a mother and daughter would know each today if 30 hours was max......As is, there has been absolutely no contact in several years. Which is why I began writing or attempts to "Leaving The War Zone."

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Chapter Three - The Custody Switch, The Scam, The Profit$

June 15^th 2011 7:00 A.M.

Rikki with her Mother Claudine Dombrowski. Casualties of Safe Visit Program Who Assist's Batterers In Getting Child Custody, While Erasing Mother.

It’s Wednesday, ‘hump day’. I am sitting outside this cool morning drinking my coffee, feeling the warmth on my legs listening to the world waking up- I am reminded of a time –many years ago when rikki and I were still safe. In w. Kansas in our in Pawnee rock.

I would sit outside drinking my coffee in the early morning quiet. The weather cool- watering my awesome flowers that I had landscaped for several years.

Our home was beautiful. We had a small pool 12 ft for Rikki her friends and I. These were warm memory days. Days when I knew where my daughter was, days when hope floated with each beating of her heart. I would love to watch her sleep- she sleeps like I do- rough. She snores- like I do- and inherited maternal trait from my own dear mother.

 Allergies tend to hit us with a storm, but we never let them effect the beauty and joy of each precious day we had. At this time in the late 90’s we had only 3 weeks together before the week long hell visits would begin for her.

The courts start in the custody switch. A game that is now known to many mothers- “The Custody Switch” mine came on snail mail by the Judge with out motion from either party, without hearing, the judge simple on his own issued his own 9 page order on July 31, 2000 that rikki would be living with her father. And that if I foreclosed on our beautiful home and quit my well paying state job (dad never paid child support - I never needed it - I had been working for the state of Kansas as a psychiatric nurse for almost 13 years ) I was to quit my job, severe all contact with my home, rikkis home, and relocate to Topeka Kansas (the courts knowing that do to my physical injuries inflicted by  daddy dearest that I would not be able to work in Topeka—Larned state hospital had made concessions for my physical disabilities- and Topeka state hospital had closed in 1996- when I moved to Pawnee Rock).

That day, july 31, 2000 will always mark the day-:the music died’.- we had after 6 years of heavy litigation and after I had spent in upwards of over 1 million dollars—my child was gone.

I was forced into unemployment, homelessness, and no health care—all for “the best interest of the child’. Makes no sense does it? Daddy prompty tried to get me back into the house by forcing me to have ssex to even see rikki—I did. Who wouldn't.

By December of that same year, the last time I saw rikki with out armed guard—daddy had beaten rikki so badly, I could not allow her suffering anymore -- I confronted him—only to find that once again as a good ‘co-parenting’ (as quoted by Harry Moore Case manger—‘it’s called co-parenting deal with it”) I had the hell beat out of me again. (this is co-parenting).

 I then found myself brutally raped that same beating Dec 16^th,2000 just two days after rikki had been beaten, (she fell up the hill btw) her face swollen and tears in her eyes. God rikki I am so sorry, I am so sorry. I tried to protect her, I did the unthinkable. I reported it.

As all protective mothers are - I was swiftly denied any contact with my dear sweet rikki for the next two years. Then when I was placed into supervised visits—they were arm guard—hence began the next decade of our lives. When I was able to see her it was through safe visits only. The cost was excruciating, the time was only an hour—we could not hug we could not talk about anything past dull, how’s school etc. And never never about why we were even there, why mom and daughter could not even see each other in the park, outside or at home, or go anywhere. 

We remained confined to a 10’ x 10’ room with 1 monitor, 1 supervisor, 1 armed Shawnee county sheriff guard – all within arm distance - the monitor wrote down everything we said - everything we did. They even would stop us when we would talk to fast, so they could catch up. 

 I am sorry Rikki. (of course- I am not to have access to these reports) I do have some reports that they sent to the court or to the guardian ad litem. Not all mind you but some. See here: SAFE VISIT REPORTS & MEMOS 

I am brought back to present day, the sun warm on my legs. The cool morning air of a Kansas summer. A life time ago. I have no contact with Rikki. Its been more that a year and a half since I last talked to or saw her. I have always been able to follow her cyber prints. But they ceased a month ago. No one knows where she is—dad will not report her missing. He is dad after all—still with his child’s coffin and hunting rifle on the wall. No one sees a problem with this.

Where are you baby? I pray you are safe, I pray you are alive. 

There have been no unidentified bodies in the 100 mile radius fitting her description. ‘whew’. 

Since I am a nobody the police will not help inform me of her whereabouts—after all dad a snitch for the police has just helped to ‘bag’ a 60 person felony drug bust—so they are really protecting him. –as usual

Light a Candle For The Children-Judicial Abuse

 

Judicial Abuse

Introduction

Judicial abuse occurs when the effects of law itself are damaging to the person access to justice. In the most severe forms, Judicial abuse often occurs involving the most vulnerable members of our world: Children. For some time, judicial abuse has occurred across systems and mostly against mothers and children. Considering that it was not that long ago that both women and children were seen and not heard, just as things were improving it seemed as though humanity was finally valuing each and every precious human life. Out in the public, such things would and do cause enough outrage for a sense of "natural justice". Away from the public eye, these human rights atrocities occur almost unseen and unheard like a thief in the night.

Secrecy

There are laws that prevent survivors from speaking out about their experiences. Whilst it is "for the children", children are not allowed to speak about the proceedings either. The media have written too few articles on the family court. To bring the case to the media, participants must seek permission from the court itself or face imprisonment. Controversially, fathers rights groups were allowed to heavily voice their stories of "no contact", "falsely accused of child abuse and domestic violence" and few were allowed to challenge that except in utilizing generalist terms and evidence based research. We are aware that most of these stories are not the case at all but are withheld by law to bring the public the truth.

Family Court

In the process of seeking more time with children and promoting what appears to be the most noble cause, has entrenched the rights of mothers and children in their ability to seek safety from violence. Heads have been quoted in the media for stating that "family violence is our core business". The propaganda that is spread about the voices of children and their access to justice promotes the profitability in manufacturing child abuse and domestic violence. They can do something about it, but it is not within their best economical advantage to do so. This will continue until something is done. ShareThis

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