The family allowed CPS to come in and search our home. Got a call while I was at the Pittsburgh burn center that my kids were being removed from the home. I stayed at the hospital with my son for 15 days until I was forced to leave him. I didn’t get to see him or any of my kids until September 11,2020.  My 4yr old daughter almost died while being with family she stopped breathing and I wasn’t told anything until 3 days later. Phone calls were made only if family would have allowed it and they didn’t like it.

So no calls. I had to fight to get supervised visits, Finally September 11 we get to hold the kids. But for only for a short time. Visits was only done if it was okay with family. The Cps went thru my home when no one was here. They said soo many lies, and when we had our first court day in Aug. It was only for us to sign our rights away. I had to fight every step. Finally got my kids home at the end of April but the fight was only going to get much worse. They are still trying to take my kids away. They are using speech against me in July and said I was medical Neglect s my kids.

They didn’t know birth to three was coming into my home. My son should of gotten his surgery last November, Not when I finally got him home and had it done in June. He was medical neglect with his burns. He is getting ready for another surgery this November. They’re trying to remove my kids again because now they’re saying my almost three years should know how to sit  for 45 min. They have used my large family against me. They have used my Halloween home haunt against me, and they use homeschooling against me. It’s been a long year and still not over with it.

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My husband and I are like her second set of parents, that’s how close we are. I’ve asked for her via phone several times and her parents have also agreed that she will stay with us. The CPS lady said to me (a direct quote) ” Why don’t you go get a lawyer and fight for her.” I can’t afford one. Come Monday, May 24th 2021 I’m going to go to the courthouse and put a petition in for custody.

Why is there so much hassle, wasted time and why is she being deliberately hurt? If they can simply place her with us. I’m not disqualified. It’s traumatic enough for her. They’ve restricted her from her family!! Why? The very people she needs to be with. What happened to the “FAMILY FIRST” motto please?

Something needs to be done so my granddaughter doesn’t suffer anymore, it’s clear that her happiness, mental health and overall well being do not matter to CPS, or any other agency in the system. She’s stressed out, unhappy, depressed, lacking the LOVE and comfort of her family and mainly Grandma and Pappy. I’m sure you know how I’m feeling. Please don’t let my precious granddaughter suffer anymore.

YOU can make it happen. In 2019 another family sued for $10 million dollars because of the many violations, false testimony, and the corruption of the system and official people. I’m going through a similar situation and it was with the same, Judge, CPS worker, not sure of the Guardian Ad Litum. Its Sealed now but why? I wish you would investigate. But FIRST and foremost, my granddaughter Olivia Saunders has very little time, they’re trying to get Michelle to sign over her parental rights!!!! She’s without counsel! I am appealing to the very heart of you. As parents, as grandparents.

It’s traumatic enough for her. They’ve restricted her from her family!! Why? The very people she needs to be with. What happened to the “FAMILY FIRST” motto? Please. Something needs to be done so my granddaughter doesn’t suffer anymore, it’s clear that her happiness, mental health and overall well being do not matter to CPS, or any other agency/system. She’s stressed out, unhappy, depressed, lacking the LOVE and comfort of her family and mainly Grandma and Pappy.

I’m sure you know how I’m feeling. Please don’t let my precious granddaughter suffer anymore. YOU can make it happen. In 2019 another family sued for $10 million dollars because of the many violations, false testimony, and the corruption of the system and official people. I’m going through a similar situation and it was with the same, Judge, CPS worker, not sure of the Guardian Ad Litum

Its Sealed now but why? I wish you would investigate. But FIRST and Foremost, My granddaughter Olivia Saunders has very little time, they’re trying to get Michelle to sign over her parental rights!!!! She’s without counsel! I am appealing to the very heart of you. As parents, as grandparents.

Gratefully and sincerely,

Dolores Belanger
223 Virginia Lane
Hopwood, Pennsylvania 15445
724-732-8947

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I came to visit Alaska with my son from Kentucky, well within 2 and half weeks been up here and the Office of Children’s Services took my son from me and my husband. They swabbed my mouth, said I did meth, then accused my husband of giving my son alcohol. All of mine, my husband, and my son’s, hair follicle test all came back negative.

7,500.00 and 8 Counts of False

So now I’ve been struggling this state has put my husband in jail saying he has 8 counts possession of child pornography but then like 4 days later they said oh we had a false error so now you’re only charged with five counts no it doesn’t work that way his bail is sitting for 7,500 dollars. The Office of Children’s Services has to falsely accuse him of something so our family does not get our children back.

In Need of Help

I need help, I’ve been trying to get help, I’m trying to get help to release my husband and his attorney, it’s been 6 days and she still has not gotten hold of him. My son has been asking for his dad, please my fighter cries are loud and I am needing help

A Message From the Mother.

OK, and remember he is locked up and accused of child pornography, though they have zero proof. He does not own a computer and there was nothing on his cellphone. Even if they claim there were 3 errors, they made his bond 7,500.00 and need help getting our attorney to talk to him, he has left her 15 messages. I have left her 10. They are treating him like a piece of garbage, never read him his rights, it was over 24 before they gave him arraignment that’s illegal.

They put him in the hole in jail because Fighter Cries (they are good friends and support Fighter Cries and have for over a year.) was trying to help him get out. They won’t give him a bond hearing and they will not give him medical or mental health treatment. They accused me of a false mouth swab on me. They accused Jason of pouring beer down his son’s throat, making him drink beer even after a hair test and tests say he was clean from everything. They abused him mentally by not letting my son talk to his siblings or his legal grandparent. The foster care person is Jason’s aunt and she refuses to get his nose checked out and won’t give him medical for it

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My granddaughters were unlawfully kidnapped in Woods County by CPS investigator Jessica Eastman. Children who were not under court jurisdiction were temp under a safety plan that was approved. mom
The dad legally placed the babies in the home with the family.

Woods County CPS

The home was approved by Woods County Children’s Services and then expedited 2hrs away from Tarrant County. CPS department violated jurisdiction. The children were in good hands, there was a second person listed as a care giver who was approved after 2 weeks CPS investigator Jessica Eastman went to Wood County out of jurisdiction and unlawfully took the babies using no legal documentation, but an affidavit with the wrong date of removal 5mth difference is a big issue case that did not start until September 2018.

Jessica wrote 05/22 /2018 how can you make that big of a mistake. She didn’t present a signed petition by a real judge with 2 hand witness and real affidavit of real court papers. The kids were then placed the same day as Gina and Mike Smith. Biological parents were not notified until CPS removed the babies a week later. It was all pre-meditated planning, it can be proven.

Removed Unlawfully

Shortly after the children were removed unlawfully they were injured multiple times I have pictures of these injuries I have proof by documenting text messages of neglected child endangerment I need help getting this story out these are my grandkids

CPS approved my daughter’s monitor return and all parties even casa than when she got pregnant cps caseworker Demetria Jackson told her she would not get a fair trial so did her old attorney Donald C Nemic and she was tricked and forced into a mediation that was not fair they have been trying to steal her children never did they wanna share them. so from 2018 when the case went on to close, 2020 now she is now still fighting foster parents in family court. she will never back down and neither will I were fighting for justice to return the children.

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At the moment, over 42 people have been involved, at my front door in Pflugerville, Texas, in the parking lot of the Department of Family Protective Services on Summit Drive, along with online meetings with seven lawyers and multiple foster families. The family has been torn apart by two Travis County judges, one Grimes County Sheriff, two Anderson County CPS caseworkers, three sheriffs from Travis County Sheriff’s Department, six sheriffs and officers from the Department of Family Protective Services, and over ten CPS caseworkers.

Due to my 15-year-old daughter, and EL, running away from home on March 1, 2020, my other three children have been kidnapped by the state. We were given a 32-page affidavit written by four or five different people all combined into one document. For the record, the majority of the document was not factual or true in its accounts. There have been allegations of drugs, gang affiliation, family violence, and unthinkable actions which are not and many that have never been part of our family or the upbringing of my children.

The state has held three courtroom hearings over Zoom, all of which extended protective orders to maintain custody of my children with no evidence or any factual allegations or statements on which the extension of the temporary order was granted.

My court appointed attorney issued a withdrawal the day after she informed me that my husband and I had both passed the drug test that we offered to take, and two days after that, she was informed I was never properly served. The third hearing was for a three-hour 262 hearing to see the evidence against my husband and me. Again, I was never properly served, Mom, the mother of the four children whom the department kidnapped. I am not a party to this lawsuit. Let me say nobody, not one single person has done their job to prove guilt or innocence or protect my children. It was suggested they were in immediate danger/harm’s way, and that was the determining factor, a lie.

There is not one piece of evidence. It is all hearsay or simple and completely untrue allegations made by a scorned child. Not one CPS case worker has done a home study; not one person has walked into my house; no one checked to see if there was any proof of neglect or abuse. No interviews have been done, no one has contacted my kid’s three schools, no one spoke to principals, teachers, or classmates, and no one has requested any medical records.

All the children have been seen by the same pediatrician for over five years. There has never been a phone call to the police department or to CPS from anyone. There is no evidence to support any form of neglect or abuse towards my four children or myself.

I would like to provide a written account as a way of introducing you to our four children and putting my statements on record.

EH – three-years-old, the youngest
Her experience thus far in state custody has been horrifying. Her caseworker, Kayla, placed her in a foster home who physically and mentally abused her. My baby girl informed me at the very first visitation, “Mama the man is mean to me. Mama the man is mean to me. Take me home please. I want to go home.” I had to hear this from my baby and send her back to this abuse. I informed the CPS visitation supervisor, Sylvia, and she said there must be some kind of misunderstanding. The family she was with had been approved by the state. After THREE weeks of her living in that “approved” home, evidence was revealed to them that EH was being abused and spanked/ hit by her foster father. They found out that the man was hitting my child. My baby, my daughter, had never been spanked, never had hands put on her, not once in her entire life, but the Department of Family and Protective Services took her from the safety and familiarity of her home, with her father and I, due to allegations of abuse and neglect, only to place her in real abuse.

I was horrified, and the mental and emotional damage that began with CPS taking her, then separating her from her siblings, was further amplified through true physical abuse. They took her from us with no proof, no evidence, and put her in a state-approved foster home that neglected and abused her for three weeks. The state and foster home physically abused her, with evidence. Where is justice for EH? She was then removed from this home and placed with her estranged, older sister, who she had never met! Since she’s been placed in this second home that the Department of Family Services approved, I have only physically seen my daughter in person once.

It was the weekend of Easter. EH told me she was not allowed milk, and that Lexi, her sister and caregiver, and Violet, her niece of one year old, don’t like her. EH said they were mean sometimes and that she wanted to come home. Since that last visit, I have been given four, 30-minute Zoom calls, and in that time, my daughter went from saying 300 words to barely saying 10 words. All she does is make faces and baby sounds. EH could count to 30, and now it is difficult for her to count to ten. She has regressed dramatically, and she has begged her father and me to take her home. She doesn’t like it there. Whether true or not, she believes they don’t like her, and they’re mean to her. She went from being an advanced three-year-old to acting like she’s nine months old. All she wants is to come home and be with her family.

She seems sad, scared, and lonely. She is not the little girl that was taken from my arms.

EC – five-years-old
He was placed with a family in Georgetown. He told us at our visits it was okay, but he wanted to come home with us. He cries every night asking for his mommy and daddy. He said, “Sometimes I will just start crying because I think of you, and I miss you, and I want to come home.” He wanted to know why he could not come home and be with us. This was stated by him on all three of our visits. He would cry when we had to leave him there. He begged me, “Mommy, take me home with you?  Are you here to take me home? Why can’t I come home mommy? I love you mommy. I love you daddy.” We have had three, 30-minute Zoom calls with him since Easter weekend. There should have been four, but this past week, he was unable to appear with no answer as to why or where he was.

Nobody will let me talk to him or see him. He told me in a visit, “Mommy, every day I have to go see a new doctor.” Why is he going to a doctor? Who is he seeing? Why am I not being told about this?

In our last 30-minute Zoom visit, he informed me that he was told I was mean and bad to him, his daddy, and his sister, and if I wouldn’t be good, I would never see him again. He would never get to come home, and he wants to come home. Who says something like that to a child?

This state “approved” home is brainwashing my five-year-old to believe his parents are bad people and that he’s never going to get to come home again. Where is the justice for EC?

He told me to please pick him up and take him home. He looked like he had been drugged and had been crying every time we’ve seen him. He could barely keep his eyes open the past three Zoom calls. His eyes are all puffy and swollen, and he’s so tired he can barely stay awake for a 30-minute call.

I asked him what was going on, and he told me he throws up every night before he goes to bed. He also throws up in his bed. I asked if the foster family knew that he was throwing up. He said, “Yes, they just let me throw up.” I asked him what was wrong?

He said his stomach hurts all the time, and they don’t let him have milk because the virus is in the milk. He said he can’t go to the store because the virus is everywhere, and he can’t do school work because of the virus.

He has not completed his kindergarten school work since he was taken from my arms. He was also in speech therapy, and it was supposed to be for a year. His teacher was sure she and I could help him with his speech, and it could be permanently corrected. However, he never completed any of his speech therapy or his schoolwork, and now he is behind in his development.

I asked him what he does all day, and he said he sits at the table and colors. I asked him if he goes outside and plays, and he said, “No, we’re not allowed to go outside.” He has to stay inside with the baby. I was told that he went to another home and a CPS worker told me it was like a daycare.

Monday through Friday, but when I looked it up, it is a program for special needs children, and it was to give the foster parents a break from him. So not only was he uprooted out of his bedroom, his home, siblings, and parents to live with strangers, he doesn’t even live with one set of strangers, he lives with two!

I’m a housewife. I have been a housewife for 19 years, and my children have never had a babysitter, have never gone to daycare, and the only time they have ever been apart from me was when they began school.

Fourteen-year-old ER was on the track team, the football team, and is an A/ B student. Twice this year he made the A honor roll. When he is not playing football, running track, or doing kickstart, he likes to play Fortnight and jump on the trampoline with his little brother and sister. He is above average and will be entering high school in all AP classes and finishing with six college credits. He is a boy of few words.

The state took him from our home and placed him in a boys’ home where he was tormented on a daily basis by other kids threatening to beat him up, calling him names, bullying him, and even elbowed him in the face to shut him up and busted his lip.

So, he spent his time playing with the little kids because it reminded him of being home and with his siblings. He was told by his caseworker and foster care that his parents were in the KKK, that we are racists, we had drug charges, we were drug addicts, we were bad people, and that he was going to be living there for the next year. He was not allowed to contact us, and we were given a 30-minute phone call once a week. He was informed by the caseworker and lawyer that his father beat him and his older sister, and he couldn’t go home. He didn’t even know where he was.

He had the opportunity to complete his eighth-grade year at Pflugerville ISD and graduate because he independently finished it on his iPhone. He has goals. He told the caseworker, foster care, the teacher, and head person of the boys’ home that nothing they were saying about his parents was true.

EL, his sister, had run away, and she was lying. He was not in danger, he was never hurt, he was never scared at home, but he was scared there. He hated it there, and every day somebody was trying to get him to believe that his parents were bad. They were trying to brainwash and poison my son against us. As they are doing to my three-year-old and five-year-old.

During the first court hearing, the judge called him, and he told her that everything being said about his parents was untrue. His sister was lying, the people telling her these things were lying, and that he wanted to go home. He requested that she send his brother and sister and him home to his parents. He told her that he wanted to be involved in the upcoming evidence hearing. He has informed his lawyer that everything was untrue.

About a week before the 262 hearing, which was set for May 14, 2020, ER was playing with the little kids when a fire extinguisher fell on his foot and cracked two of his toes. He had to get five stitches. I spoke to him the day of the hearing and he told me he told his new lawyer that he wanted to be at the 262 hearing and that he would be at the Zoom court hearing. He wished me luck and told me he loved me, and he’ll see me soon because he believed that the judge wanted to find the truth because she knew the accusations were false.

Well, needless to say, he wasn’t at the 262 hearing like he had requested. ER’s lawyer informed the judge that ER confirmed the accusations were false and that he wanted to speak to her. This was the second time the judge would talk to him on the phone. The judge called him after the 262 hearing. She asked him two questions: What would it take for your family to be back together again? ER told my sister EL to tell the truth.
The second question was what did he want the end court results to be?  He told him and his brother and sister to go home.

The next day ER was brought to our front door. However, the judge did not release the other two children or return EL, EC, EH, are still with their kidnappers.

EL – sixteen-years-old (Fifteen when this began in March.)
She was a Pflugerville High School transfer student involved in Kickstart throughout her middle school and part of her high school education, but her dream since she was five was to be a veterinarian and go to A&M. We transferred her to Pflugerville High School which has an FFA program. She was very determined, smart, and worked very hard to be great. Nothing came easy for her. We have dedicated the past two years to the FFA program raising goats and going to every competition. She was an officer in the FFA, she was in AP classes, and in pre-AP classes. She worked so very hard.

She always felt she didn’t fit in, in middle school, and then she was sure she was going to fit in, in high school because it was with people that wanted to do the same thing she wanted to do. Her freshman year, she had ups and downs, but she did very well for herself. As a sophomore, the year seemed better until Thanksgiving. Suddenly she was having trouble with her peers, she didn’t fit in, she wanted to drop out of the Officer Club in the FFA, and she said people didn’t like her, people made fun of her, and said bad things about her. As a mom, I did the best I could to console her and spoke to the school, but the truth is kids are mean and anywhere she goes some people will dislike her. I told her not to worry about what everybody was saying or thinking, to only focus on what she wanted, where she wanted to go, and what she wanted to do.

The boys were not on her to-do list as far as we knew, but on March 1st, EL jumped out of her window at 3:17 A.M. Fourteen days later, she was found in Navasota, Texas, with a boy named Freddy and his parents. She said she was happy there and wanted to stay. The conversation happened at the Navasota Sheriff’s department.

I told her no. I told her it was time to come home. I pleaded with her and told her that nothing she had done was so bad that we couldn’t repair it and get her back on track with her dreams. The sheriff there had informed me that she had made allegations of domestic abuse, of my husband abusing me, and that he was obligated to call CPS.

So I waited for a CPS officer from Anderson County to arrive. Two men came and talked to my daughter and then informed me of the allegations of abuse from my husband to me. Due to her accusations, they couldn’t let my child come home. So, I came back to Pflugerville, Texas, without my 15-year-old daughter. That night, two CPS officers and two sheriffs showed up at our door after dark. Our children were in bed asleep. I was still crying over the fact that my beautiful, 15-year-old had told such horrendous lies and refused to come home. Heartbroken, as any mother would be, that her child had thrown away her family and her future plans to be with some boy we didn’t even know was part of her life.

CPS informed my husband that they were keeping EL and we were to call them in the morning so that they could talk to me and the children. My husband asked them if this was a home visit, and they said no. They left a CPS handbook on the doorstep and left.

The following afternoon they returned again with three sheriffs and guns. My husband asked again if this was a home visit. They said no. It was unclear as to why there were guns involved and why CPS arrived with sheriffs. They spoke to my husband for about an hour; they spoke to me for about 15 minutes, and in the process, all I did was sit down on the floor and cry. They wanted to make sure that I wasn’t a victim, that I wasn’t hurt. I lifted up my shirt and showed them I had no bruises, and I wasn’t hurt. They wanted to see our children to make sure that they were not hurt. They physically saw all three of my children. There were no bruises or any marks on them. There was no reason for them to remove my children and no evidence of abuse or neglect. Yet they came back with a warrant to remove our children the next day. They came beating down the door, beating on my garage door, terrifying my babies and me.

I was home by myself with the kids as my husband was at work, and I did not let them come in. We were all so afraid of this threatened home invasion and robbing of my children. When my husband got off work, he contacted the sheriff’s department, and the sheriff informed him that they weren’t going to stop. They were coming for our children. They had a court order, so we packed bags for our children, told them everything would be okay, that mommy and daddy loved them, and they would be home soon.
Due to them drawing guns and being ready to take us at gunpoint. We decided to turn our kids over to protect our children from fear and extended emotional damage. We took them to the CPS parking lot, where there were at least six cops and six CPS workers.

We did the best we could, and we told our children goodbye. We promised them they would be home soon. The CPS workers said they would keep our children together. My oldest son held onto his brother and sister promising us he would take care of them like any big brother should until we were all back together. We were sure as soon as we saw a judge our children would come home. We knew we had done nothing wrong.
They later served my husband, and almost three months later, I still have not been served!

At the 262 hearing, the DA had three witnesses and then called me. After she called me to the stand, she called a CPS case worker named Mandy Hodde who completely perjured herself. She is a CPS case worker who stated on the record that she was there in Navasota and saw me come to pick up my child, then later she stated she had never seen me or met EL. She was never there. She had received a phone call. 

Her statement was considered proof and conclusive evidence against my husband and me; however, in the final orders, her name isn’t even on the list for being called to the stand. A different caseworker supervisor, Melissa F., is on the order. She was in the waiting room, but she was never called to the stand. How can this possibly be justice for the Wilson family?
They then called CPS worker Caleb, the man who stood at my door and told my husband it wasn’t a home  visit with sheriffs who pointed guns at us. He lied under oath at least three times, and he contradicted himself several times. His words were also considered proof and evidence against my husband and me. Once again, this is not justice.

They then called our caseworker, Kayla, a lady who had never seen or heard anything for herself or anything that she stated on the stand to be facts and truth. Everything she said was hearsay and second hand allegations. These were the three state care employees who used the system to kidnap my children. The Department of Family and Protective Services used these three as “witnesses” that the DA to show “proof” and “evidence” of neglect and abuse. All three of these CPS workers got on the stand and lied more than once objecting to anything said on behalf of my children, my husband or myself. No real evidence or proof was given on behalf of innocence or guilt. Everything was hearsay.

Elanah, my now sixteen-year-old daughter, was also called to the stand and spoke for forty minutes about five years of abuse which never happened. It was horrible. It was heartbreaking, and she had no proof to back up her story. As her mother, I can tell you every single word was a lie as she turned red from the chest up. That is her tell for lying. She looked at the wall and read every word she said. I watched her eyes move back-and-forth as she spoke, and she sounded like a psychologist had prepped her. Not one thing she said had facts or truth.

They called my husband, and of course nobody asked the right questions, nobody listened when he spoke. The Zoom app kept shutting off in the middle of his answers. I’m not even sure if anyone even heard what he said. The scheduled three-hour Zoom had lasted over four hours, so everybody was just ready to end the hearing. Nobody offered one piece of physical evidence against my husband or myself for any type of abuse or neglect. None of our lawyers offered any evidence to prove our innocence.
I have a recording of what happened at the sheriff’s department. I have a recording of what happened with the CPS officers at the sheriff’s department.

I have a recording of my conversation with my daughter at the sheriff’s department. I have screenshots from her phone of her planning to run away a month before she ran away. I have evidence from classmates of her secret phone, her plans to spend Spring Break with her boyfriend, and I have five years of doctor records to prove that none of my children have ever been abused.

I have 15 years of school records to prove that my children have never been subjected to any type of neglect or abuse. We have lived in the same neighborhood for six years and no calls or reports were ever made due to family violence or abuse of my children. My husband is a mechanic and works Monday through Saturday. I am a housewife 24-hours a day, their taxi , nurturer, cook, maid, teacher; I’m the mommy. There is always food in my cupboards, my kids always have clean clothes, and they have never wanted for anything or needed anything that their father and I could not provide. Neither my husband nor I have ever put hands on our children, and my husband does not physically abuse me.

I am coming to you to show the corruption and the railroading that Travis County has shown my family. I an individual asking another individual to see the truth. Nobody has done their job; nobody is protecting our children. Our children were never in harm’s way or any danger, but since being taken the very things we are being charged with have happened to our children, our innocent, beautiful children.

There have been more than fifteen procedures, federal laws, and amendments broken. My family is being bullied and dismantled. I am begging for someone to help save the Wilson children. I pray for the safety of my children. I pray for us to all be in our home together again. I pray that I can undo the damage that my children have been through.

I am asking one person to look at this and see what is happening to my family, and sadly I believe it’s happening to hundreds, maybe even thousands, of families. Our children are being hurt. My children are in immediate danger from the Department of Family and Protective Services and the foster homes they have provided for them to live in.

Please help me get justice for the Wilson children, justice for the Wilson family. Please help me get our babies home. They belong with their mommy and daddy and their brother.
Sincerely, The Family

September 14, 2020 

D-1-FM-20-001841

I sent a letter on June 1, 2020, to you and more than 3000 other people. I would be very grateful if you would take a look at where my family and I are at now. If you know anyone that can help us, I am begging you to send them this letter or let me know what I need to do. 

My youngest daughter, EL, has turned four in the system and started pre-K, and my heart is broken that I, her mother, was not with her for these precious moments. I get two phone calls with her for 30 minutes, and I get one three-hour, in-person, supervised, weekly visit. She is still my warm, beautiful little girl who has now moved to her third foster home. It took two prior homes for her to be placed with foster parents who seemed to be kind to her. It is a relief to no longer have to hear about her fear, sadness, or pain being with people who hurt her. Her only pain now is not understanding why her mother will not take her home, and I am not allowed to tell her that I am trying because this is considered talking about the case and is not allowed. So I am to let her believe that I am doing nothing to get her back with me. She always tells me how much she wants to come home and be with me and daddy, and she misses her brother. I have been forced to send her back to two different homes over the past five months where EL reported that they were mean to her, spanked her, yelled at her, and made her cry over and over again. She was constantly covered in bruises and was only three years old. 

EC is my second youngest. He was not with his little sister in the system even though I was told the children would remain together. Six months into this they still can’t put my babies together. EC has started first grade without me, had his sixth birthday without his family and friends, and has now regressed to the “terrible two” stage where he is throwing tantrums, screaming, and hurting inside. The only reason I can see for this is that his heart is broken. He asks me constantly why his older brother is home and he is not. He wants to know why daddy and I won’t take him home, and once more I am not allowed to soothe my son and tell him the truth, that we are trying.

I get two 30-minute phone calls weekly and one three-hour, supervised visit a week. Last week, my beautiful, six-year-old boy laid on my lap for two hours, and all he could say to me is he wished every day was Friday because that means he would be with me every day. When I asked him if there’s anything he needed or wanted, he said, “I need you.” He doesn’t understand of course why he can’t come home. He doesn’t understand why his brother ER gets to be home with us. He doesn’t understand why EL his sister, doesn’t want anything to do with him. And the state has removed my power to support him, talk to him, and explain the world to my child. Instead, I am to stay silent or lie. How does a mother do this? 

There is so much more I could say in regards to the care of my babies since they were removed. I am so very confused as to why they were removed from my care only to be put into pain, abuse, and confusion. My children have undergone irrevocable damage because the State thought they offered better care than my children received in their home with parents who love them. How is this right? How is this legal? They were removed due to unproven allegations of abuse and neglect with no evidence only to be put in places where they have been abused physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Now they have been neglected, abandoned, confused, alone, and hurt during their key and very crucial years of emotional and psychological development. Four years old and six years old are very important times in a person’s life. It is when you learn what love is. I love my children. I adore my children. I carried those children, and I gave birth to those children. I have spent every waking minute of their life kissing bobos and wiping tears, holding hands, and giving them safety and security and well-being. All of this was taken from me and from them. The system has destroyed all of our lives and possibly permanently damaged their futures. 

I have never, ever done any of the things that I was accused of doing. My husband has never done any of the things that he was accused. The affidavit that this case is based on, and the reason CPS chose to remove my children, is completely untrue. I was told yesterday that I am naïve because I believe that the truth matters. When did the world become such a place? I have never experienced such gaslighting and from my own government no less! Every single thing I have said or done has been twisted and turned by CPS through family court, from false statements, made up stories, point-blank lies, and allegations. The most aggravating aspect is that all the proof I have to show that my home is not dangerous was given to the court but never entered in as evidence! The services I was required to complete were used to show guilt rather than compliance! I am at a loss, and I am looking for help. What happened to innocent till proven guilty?

 Elanah Lynn Wilson, has turned 16 in the system. I have not been allowed to talk to her at all, and therefore, I cannot speak to her safety or wellbeing. The last time I got to speak to her was in the sheriff’s department in March when I went to pick her up after she ran away to be with a boy. That is when she told me that she was three months pregnant. The state has since told me she is not pregnant, had an IUD placed on her body, was placed in psychiatric care and was put on SSRIs.

My daughter has never been medicated before! I tried to send her baby pictures and letters telling her how much I love her and want her to come home. This too was used against me by CPS stating that my interactions and attempts were negatively affecting my daughter and causing an unhealthy emotional state. So now I am told I cannot even love my own daughter or reach out to her in any way. She was on track to go to A&M and had a very promising future. Now, she may be completely lost, and there is nothing I can do. This is torture for a mother who wanted the very best for her daughter. 

I will again state that my daughter, at 15, ran away to a different town with a boy who is legally an adult and whose parents harbored her as a runaway for 14 days! The sheriff’s department would not give me the information to file statutory rape charges or harbor a runaway charge. The state came to interview my child and informed me that I could not bring her home, yet they put in the report that they kept the child due to inability to find the parents. I was sitting in the room waiting for them! I was there an hour and a half before they were there! 

This week we are at six months that my children have been in the system. I am so deeply grateful that my 14-year-old son was sent home in May, but I still have three children sitting in foster care for no reason. I have three children who need their mother and father, who have futures and desires and wants, and I cannot find any one single person who has the power to help me! I am not guilty! My husband is not guilty! I am far from perfect. I have made many mistakes in my life, but I chose 20 years ago to be a parent, and I have given every waking moment of my life to give my children every opportunity to succeed. I am loving, and I am what is in the best interest of the children. We are what is in the best interest of the children! 

I have had three appointed attorneys. My husband has had two court appointed attorneys and two paid attorneys, and now we are out of money trying to fight this. May 14-year-old had two court-appointed attorneys. My four- and six-year-old has had two court appointed attorneys. Everything has been done on zoom, so no real emotion or sense of humanity has been experienced, just faces on screens. 

I am not coming to you because of all the pain that has been endured by my children, my husband, or me. I’m coming to you because everybody keeps talking about the best interest of the children. Where did the government go wrong? Do you think foster care is in the best interest of the children? Multiple strangers, multiple homes, multiple rules, spirit crushing physical abuse, brainwashing through censored communication and lies, and emotional tug-o-war is what is now considered in the best interest of the children? 

I’m only one person. I am just a mom, so I am coming to you as a mom, as a woman who has no criminal record. I have now taken five negative drug tests, three domestic violence courses, eight therapy sessions, a four hour parenting course, and I am still no closer to a resolution. 

My husband and I are innocent of all allegations. The truth is plain and simple. The facts are plain and simple. Sadly my 15, now 16-year-old daughter ran away and made up a story so big as to ensure her autonomy from parental control so she can do what she wants. All my love and bending to her will did not give her more opportunities in life. It made her head strong and resistant to authority. I have made a mistake. I no longer know what she wants, only that, according to the State, she doesn’t want to be here with her family. Her stories are so big that CPS came and took away the children who did want to be here with mom and dad. 

We’ve been in the same neighborhood for seven years. They have gone to all the same schools. I was talking to my son’s, friend’s mother, who is also a teacher at the school where all three of my children have attended throughout the past six years, and when I told her the story of what has happened, tears came to her eyes. She told me she was so sorry. She has known our family for so many years, and there has never been anything she has ever seen or heard to raise an alarm about our family. 

I may be naïve to believe in truth, right and wrong, good and bad, but it’s who I am, and I have to believe there are good people in this world. I have to believe the truth does matter! I can give you school records, doctor records, screenshots of text messages showing that my daughter was planning on running away, that my daughter was seeing an older boy, and my daughter was doing things to hurt herself and her future. We had no idea what was going on in her world. Teenagers and their understanding of technology allows them to live lives completely separate of who they are and do it all from the privacy of their bedroom. She was such a talented academic and goal oriented child, I never thought to check her phone for the type of behavior that was uncovered after she left. 

My guilt is always trusting that my daughter was making the right choices and telling the truth. I don’t see the light at the end of this tunnel. I have learned how corrupt, misguided, unfair, and damaging the Family Court and CPS are. No one wants the truth. They just want to be right. I am a fighter, and I have fought for my children. This has not shown my love. Instead, it has been seen as insubordinate behavior and a further reason to dig in their heels and refuse the release of my babies. MY BABIES. How can they take and keep my own children? No one is fighting for us. I am only told to obey, comply, and maybe I’ll have a chance at a trial. While each act of obedience and compliance takes a piece of my soul, it also gives them one more thing to use against me. I am punished if I fight, and I am punished if I acquiesce. Everything is used to benefit the removal of my children regardless of truth.

The court statements and the reports that have been filed in this case infuriate me! Every day something else happens in this case. Even if it was meant to help us get our children back, it has simply made it easier for everyone else to flip our lives upside down and tear our children away from us. 

The damage that has been done this far, if at all possible to ever be repaired, will take a lifetime of pouring love into my children and constantly proving that I do want them and I did fight for them. I am watching the spirit of joy, love, security, and safety be drained out of my four-year-old and my six-year-old. This is so grossly wrong. The truth should matter. They say, the truth shall set us free. The truth should save us; however, nobody cares about the truth. Nobody will even listen to the truth. 

They keep saying that my husband and I are criminals, yet no criminal charges have been pressed. What’s criminal are the allegations, the fantastical stories of a 16-year-old who does not want to be grounded or reprimanded for disturbing sexual acts, running away, and has now dug a hole so deep, she cannot see a way out of it. If 10% of the allegations she’s made were true, charges would’ve been pressed, and we would be in jail. The fact that my husband and I are sitting at home doing everything in our power to get our kids back should speak volumes. The people my daughter has accused us of being would not be making any effort to restore their family. We are not those people. 

I am asking anyone who believes in right and wrong, good and bad, innocent until proven guilty to please hear my cry! Please look at this case that has had over 62 people involved who all seem to be just covering up what the last person did to benefit the department and save everybody’s jobs. They all know there are mistakes, lack of procedure, and gross negligence on the part of the department. They all know there have been direct perjuries in court, and no one wants to be the whistle blower. No one wants to get these people fired or put in jail for these crimes. So, they keep passing us around to new people who repeat what has already been said without digging into the truth. 

Sincerely, 
The Family

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Giving an update on my situation.
Several months have now passed, and the three youngest children who were in foster care are now home to a trial discharge. My cps case and foster care case got closed for my sons as of March 22, 2021 as we have worked hard to complete everything that has been asked of us.

I found out in June 2020 that there was never any intention per Livingston Department of Social Services. To ever allow my granddaughter to come home. She, along with my three sons, have been in foster care for just over a year now. My kids were removed due to allegations of sexual abuse of my granddaughter, which in theory was the whole reason I had my grandchild, was due to her mother’s failures to protect her.

I have reported several times to Livingston County, NY, that my granddaughter was being abused by her mother and father and to no avail all attempts were crashed. My granddaughters, mental health workers and the county all knew this was going on and not one mandated reporter reported it to the proper people, our cries went unheard of for years.

I gained custody of my my grandchild in June 2019 a few months after an anonymous call was put in to the hotline that it had been allowing my grandchild to be sexually abused and was not doing anything about it, which was a big fat lie.

The county didn’t do anything about it, Livingston County Department of Social Services ignored my cry for help for her without blinking an eye to the fact that the little girl had been so abused you could hug her without her crying for two hours in fear. She was under weight and she was wetting bed, refused to eat, sleep, or be touched.

It was well medically documented. Since my children and granddaughter were placed into foster care they were pretty much told I was a bad parent and I needed to complete this program and that program and have a mental evaluation done which I did respectfully and timely with my complaints and issues I was riled it was needed to bring all four of my three and my grandchild home .the whole time I was made to believe I was bringing all 4 kids home they, lied to me last June 2020 the dept. dropped a bomb on me that was not recommending my granddaughter come home to me they were going to terminate my daughter’s rights and the father’s rights and place her for adoption to the family that has been fostering her. From day one there were never any plans on her being able to come home.. The Dept. of Social Services knew this but lied and never told me the truth so I would complete their programs (not that I wouldn’t have anyways).

I’ve fought long and hard to do what we needed to to have a happy ending.

Erika Montremrano, Stacie Weichman DSS Livingston County at Mt Morris, NY. The DSS lawyer at the time, Mrs. Noto, who’s now one of the county’s judges, and Judge VanAllen, are all forcing the adoption process of my granddaughter whom I offered to do anything to get back home, including share a bedroom with her ( she is 7) and the county has never given me an earned to do anything to get her many times but I have ignored it many times. The dept told me what a good parent I am and told me, I have raised well behaved kids and that I’m good enough to give them home but not enough food to have my grandbaby home .

In all I have been isolated from my grandchild, she’s been isolated from me. we carry a strong bond between her and I’ve not been offered to Dr. Appt except twice with the the 15 months. I’ve never been able to do so after. I am still fighting . they treat me like I’m nothing to her although I’ve raised her off and on her whole life.

The county refused to speak to me in regards to what I needed to do to get her home. She’s not just my granddaughter but my daughter, I miss her and I love her and want her home .it feels like I’m planning a long funeral for a child that is still alive. They terminated my once a month one hour visit in January 2021 over issues she had suffered before she came to live with me. My family is torn apart, we are suffering and I don’t want her adopted out and still willing to do what it takes to get her home but they refuse. In the meantime, two of my children have spoken up about their experiences in foster care. My 15 yr old son was jumped by multiple teens a police report was made and a cps report was opened on the home he was in. It was unfounded. my 14yr old and 10yrs old were placed into two bad foster homes, one of which was allowing my kids to watch porno type movies like sausage parties and 50 shades of grey. They take your kids and say you’re a bad parent yet allow foster families to abuse them while the CPS worker in the case herself is a drunk and seen buying many bottles of alcohol in the same town she works in. (Erika Montremrano) and that’s ok. I just want my family to complete it again and I want my granddaughter back home.

I miss her so very much.

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I told CPS it was all lies from my ex-husband, he is a narcissist so I got another lawyer. The judge told him to file a motion so he does and the judge denies it. So I, the grandmother, was allowed to see my granddaughter on my daughter’s last visit. for what closure my granddaughter asked me if she was coming home, I said soon. My granddaughter wanted to come home so cps adopted her out against her will that is abuse I miss her so bad her cousin keeps asking where she is. what do I tell her? It’s so sad. There has to be a way to reverse the adoption of what CPS is saying are false accusations. what can I do? CPS needs to start getting jail time for taking children without due process and false accusations without an investigation or evidence.

I have a history of what did not happen, how do I prove that we are talking 30 plus years ago how can they use false accusations against me 30 plus years ago if it did happen I would have lost my job my apartment cps would have taken my kids all year not to mention sex offender or predator and none of the above had happened never got arrested never went to court.

Now CPS adopted my granddaughter out illegally against our will away from her family which is child abuse.

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I represented my daughter at the hearing and the Judge told the paternal grandmother that the children will not be going to Texas, that they were to stay here with me the maternal grandmother,

He then told her to go back to Texas and not come back until October for the trial.

I was told to go file for guardianship, and when I did, so did the paternal grandmother, she had made false accusations about my daughter and our household.

Without any due process I had to give up all of my grandchildren, the youngest baby girl I had her under my care from birth.

The paternal grandmother and her son didn’t care for her, do to her having a different Daddy, as well as her new born baby who was 2 1/2 months old.

The judge had told my daughter that when she got out of jail she could go and file to end guardianship so she could get her babies back. My daughter did just that and he denied her visitations, he said it was up to her discretion that my daughter had not seen her babies and she had talked to them a couple of times because the paternal grandma didn’t answer or tell my daughter the children hate her or they don’t want to talk to her.

Those babies love their mommy, the paternal grandmother is brainwashing the children’s heads about my daughter, she’s putting fear in them.

This is so devastating for my daughter and terrifying for the children.

My daughter wants her babies back, they were taken wrongfully by the corrupt judges and mediators, when CPS takes your kids they work with you and help you get things done to get your children back but this is bad for someone to just come and take your children, because she’s beneficial to her and her adult kids who all live at home and they don’t work.

I would like to get help getting my children back and to help other families get the help they need and to put an end to our corrupt judges and mediators.

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My adult story starts like many others here in America, raised by a single mother along with a  special needs little brother who needed most of the mama’s time and energy. Sometimes left to raise me or raised by an older sibling. I struggled to be a  normal child in society’s eye and later a  teen in high school. I found my first “true love”  at Norwich Free Academy in Norwich Connecticut. My senior year I was engaged to be married to  Tim Guyette a man that quickly became my everything until the birth of our first child Gabriella Rose. Her skin was so fair and her hair was as bright as the sun. She was a true angel on earth. She became my main focus and stole my heart. We soon found ourselves traveling two different paths.  Tim wanted freedom again and I wanted my family with my daughter.

I soon became a single mother of a 6-month-old. And for months I tried to get him to come home or at least be in her life. He refused and I ended up moving back home with my mother. For a while, I went on state assistance until I got my certification as a  nursing assistant and got my first job. I struggled with trying to work and raise my little girl alone. When I received a large sum of child support from my father, I used it to buy Gabriella needed furniture, food, clothes, diapers, and toys. As I watched my firstborn sleep, my heart longed to give my little angel, the one thing I never had growing up and always wanted, a father and a true complete family. I found myself whispering to her late at night “don’t worry my angel mommy will find you a new daddy.” I spent months praying to God to fix our broken hearts. Our silent prayers were finally answered on March 9th, 2012. An old male childhood friend of mine (John) came by for a  visit six days before Gabriella turned one year old. While he was in the act of walking into our home, and past my daughter, she spoke her first-word “dada” and smiled reaching up for him. 

She took to him immediately, as he helped us celebrate her first birthday at  Chuck E Cheeses. My heart finally started to heal from the pain of her not having her biological father around, and I could finally start letting go of the anger I had in me since the day he left us for his freedom. I found myself expressing my inner dreams and worries to God. Most nights when I couldn’t sleep I prayed. I prayed that I would have the joy of bringing my daughter some siblings. I was later blessed with my first son Mason Hunter. The thanksgiving he was born my heart grew in size to make room for our new favorite little man. Gabriella loved to speak to him and called him her  “bibble or butter.” We were a family. A beautiful, happy, loving family. 

I cried tears of joy that night thanking God for standing by our sides and blessing me with such a happy, healthy little family. We ended up moving from the state of  Connecticut and into a  studio apartment in Blackstone,  Massachusetts. I began my new job as a Certified Nursing Assistant at  Blackstone Nursing Home. I was working over sixteen hours a day caring for individuals with complex medical needs who didn’t have anyone else in the world. Even when times got hard, we always made it through as a  family. We had a  roof over our heads, food in our stomachs, clothes on our backs, and toys to play with. We were clean and had smiles on our faces because we had each other. A  year later, God blessed us again with my youngest son Dallas Sage. He was the complete opposite of his two older siblings, but just as breathtaking. Two days after he was born, a  Department of  Children and  Families investigator in Connecticut came into my hospital room. Loretta Drain claimed she was called by a concerned nurse who believed I was homeless because I gave a Groton, Connecticut address, and yet I gave birth in Norwich, Connecticut. So with my body and mind being denied the right to heal, I was being forced to meet with the Department of  Children and Families removal team with the threat of losing my children and being charged with neglect if I did not.

With my body still bleeding out and being drained from childbirth 3 days prior, I was forced to leave my three infants alone with strangers. I faced the Connecticut Norwich Department of Children and Families alone, and my ex-fiance that abandoned us 2 years prior. There were allegations of mental illness, bad parenting, and neglect all thrown at me for going to a  hospital in a different city than where my address was. As the insults and the abuse of the department raged on, I was forced to move to a family shelter in Danielson Connecticut. Far away from home with my three infants alone or I risk losing them. Their father was not even allowed to know where we were. As time passed slowly I was able to establish early childhood education, throw myself into 3  different parenting classes: a  housing program, support and parent them alone, and demand a  housing program from DCF since they forced me to leave mine  (no mental health program was offered or demanded) without them checking it out. 

The meetings and late nights I spent crying over worries for our futures threatened to bring me to the deepest abyss of emotional fires of hell. I found my body forcefully bending till I was on my knees with a  strong urge to look up at the sky and speak my heart’s worries away for someone will always be listening. Days passed as  I made this my nightly ritual after all my children were taken care of and safely in their beds. My body ached, my soul barely breathing, as my children were pressed together near me. While my instinct to protect them kept me on guard, my only companion was my thoughts and the feeling of an archangel’s protection. Days turned into weeks, then months, as I fought alone to keep us together and their spirits high. On a sunny day in May, a day I should have seen as an omen instead of a  blessing. My two toddlers, Gabriella and  Mason, played in the backyard of the shelter, as  I watched them playing with Dallas on a blanket in the grass. 

A  young man by the name of  Brandon Messier introduced himself to my toddlers and began playing catch with them. At this sight my heart was filled with worry and guilt, they needed their father and he was nowhere to be found. I called my children over to me quickly and they came as fast as their little legs could carry them and so did Brandon. We spent the day talking and getting to know each other. He expressed how he used my children to get the courage to come to talk to me. He thought  I was an angel sitting in the grass. He talked about how horrible his childhood was, how his parents were never there for him and how his mother always kicked him out for her new men. I opened up to him about my difficult childhood. we went out to dinner a few times and I met his wicked half-sisters Rachel and Courtney and his brother Tyler. He helped me with my children and I helped him, we became best friends in my eyes. But that all changed when my children’s real father and grandmother started to come back around. a  switch seemed to turn off inside of Brandon. 

His words were no longer sweet and encouraging. Instead, they became violent, engaging, excusing and emotionally abusive every time my children left with their father. Every man and woman in that shelter, even his sister-in-law, told me he was no good, I wish I had listened. The only thing at this moment I could be grateful for is that it never happened around my children. As time went on I prayed for things to get better and they finally did in August 2014 when I was able to move back home to New London, Connecticut and into my new two-bedroom apartment, just my three kids and me. I became employed at New London Rehab and Care right after I moved into our new home, paying my bills with the help of Connection inc. in Norwich. Mason and Dallas were in an early home education program called Birth To Three and Gabriella attended Little Learners at New London TVCCA, which I paid for every week. Everything seemed almost normal, until one evening I got an email from Brandon Messier telling me how sorry he was for the way he treated me and that he was on the streets and had no one to turn to. Little did I know that was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Guilt overwhelmed me and flashbacks of no one but him being there to help me and my children were brought back to life. 

I agreed to allow him to stay with me until he got back on his feet, but little did I know that Mr. Messier had plans of his own. At first, the days seemed to be following a normal lifestyle routine. Gabby attended school, while Mason and Dallas came with me to be dropped off at their fathers’. Then I went to work and willingly complied with the parenting programs the state was making me do. John came around more to watch our children at my home since I was doing double night shifts. Brandon became aggressive once more. As time went on he stole money from my children’s piggybanks, stole the money I gave him to pick up medicine for my sick children, threatened to beat John’s head in if he came around. He continually emotionally and verbally abused me.  

I once again found  myself turning to God praying for away to protect my  children and myself. Brandon was  home less and less claiming he was  spending time with family. I found myself most nights sleeping on the floor in my children’s room against the door so that he could not get in if  he  tried. One night my  world changed  forever. I just worked  another late night shift as a CNA. John had been watching the children while I was working. After I got home and John left for the evening l checked on all my children to make sure they were okay and kiss them goodnight.

I was exhausted from work and I dragged my aching body into a hot shower. Time flew by and when I finally decided to get out I wrapped myself in a towel and headed to my room. I didn’t feel Brandon’s presence until he was ripping my towel away from me. The look in his eyes when I turn around to face him will haunt me forever. My body froze as he pushed me onto the sheets behind me. As he forced himself onto me I automatically started fighting back. My nails dug into the soft skin on his face and I begged him to leave me alone. The scent of his red Marvrick cigarettes mixed with the smell of beer made me feel sick and dizzy. He smiled as he leaned into me while ripping my bruised legs apart. He whispered, “ Now  Kirsten you wouldn’t want to wake up your  children now would you?” I lost my fight after that.

After he left I called up John and told him everything. He came right away and held me in his strong arms until I was able to calm down enough to shower and talk to the New London Police Department. John stayed with me that night on one side of the couch while I stayed on the other. That night the nightmares were fierce and when dawn finally came I was drenched in sweat. Still managed with John’s help to seek counseling. I somehow found the strength to move on and be a good mother to my three toddlers.  

As the days passed I became very sick and weak. The symptoms were familiar and it was confirmed by my doctor that I  was once again pregnant. There was a 75% chance it was my rapist’s baby. Flashbacks started to come rapidly to the point where I couldn’t catch my breath. Sometimes my chest felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. That night after we put the children to bed, John and I talked about the pregnancy and my fears. His words that night will always stay with me. He promised to always be there for me. He said that no matter whose DNA  flows through the baby’s blood that he would always be there for us. he said that the baby deserved to be held and loved by a family. He told me that he would be the father of this child as much as he was the father of our other 3 children. He told me that God wouldn’t have given us this child if we were unworthy. 

Month after month I continued caregiving while nurturing the growing baby inside of me. My thoughts went from thinking that I couldn’t carry   Brandon’s baby to she is mine now and I was willing to do whatever it took to make it work. A Snow storm hit us hard in the winter of 2014. John was willing to drive me to work but I was worried about having to take the children with us with all the snow on the road. At 8 months pregnant, I was prepared to walk back and forth to work if I had to. Missing work as a CNA was inexcusable and I needed to continue financially taking care of my kids.

I continued to work as a caregiver. Sometimes I even brought my children to see the residents and staff. I always believed that this type of environment teaches children at a  young age how to show compassion and helps them understand how to care for others. Holidays and birthdays have passed. My children continued to grow and play happily with no worries.  Mr. Messier’s nightmares of my rape by Mr. Messier started to retreat to the back of my mind. “We are diligently prepared for the new addition to our family,” Waterford Juvenile Court judge Michael Mack ordered DCF to leave us alone. All appointments were being met and my pregnancy was going well.

The day I went into labor with my daughter Lillyana started off like any other. I was at my Aunt Debra’s house for a picnic. Gabriella, Mason, and Dallas were all running around her backyard with their younger cousins laughing, bonding, and eating as the adults talked. For any stranger walking by on the street, the view would have been the hallmark version of a  happy family getting together on a nice summer day.  As day turned into night, my swollen body went into overdrive and the intense labor pains began. I called out to my big brothers Brian and  John. Brian offered to watch Gabriella, Mason, and Dallas, while John drove me to the hospital. I was admitted to Lawrence Memorial Hospital in New London as soon as we arrived.

While the doctor prepared me for my delivery, I whispered a prayer quietly to God.  Two hours later my sweet Lillyana was born. Her cries were as soft as the ocean, her blue eyes closed shining bright as I watched her take her first breath in this world. My baby girl weighed 8lbs and 13 oz. She was healthy and safe and I thanked God for that.

Our first night home was uneventful. We spent it playing  games  and watching movies after dinner. The children were all bathed and  in bed  for the night. John and I had kissed their  heads and said good night, sweet dreams, and  love you to the moon and back. After  leaving their  room I sat  outside the bedroom door just listening  to them breathing.  John drew  me  a  hot  bath. My  heart is still in bliss and  finally ready  to move  past my  abusive  past. I started to feel like my nightmares were finally over. When my bath was finally ready and  I was sure our children were asleep I slipped deep into the water’s warm embrace. My  body began to lose the cramping aches and  pains of  childbirth. As  the  water massaged me gently a soft  melody slowly played from my  bathroom speaker. Exhaustion swept its way into my  body and carried me off into dreamland for a visit.

Several weeks ago, through the Department of Children and Families,  social worker  Karina Klemm stopped by one last  time to see my children. She checked on all of my children including my newborn and on the condition of my home. She  finally states “ all is well and the case is closed”. My  body is still trying to heal from childbirth as I cook, clean my home  and care for my children. I along with John bring Gabriella to school every  morning  in our black jeep. After that, we head home for Mason and  Dallas’s early special needs  home services. Their education was going  well due  to our  involvement. 

On June 10th 2015 we loaded up the van we borrowed and took the  children to see Doctor Parkash in Norwich, Connecticut. When we arrived  I took Lillyana out of her car seat and placed her in the sling on my  chest. As we waited to be seen by the doctor, I filled out the paperwork for  Lillyana and Gabriella. When their names were called John agreed  to watch the boys in the playroom while I took the  girls to their  appointment. Everything seemed to be going well. Their weight and height were normal for their percentile, they were not in pain or sick. They were both healthy.

John left that night to go to Massachusetts with his mother to get some things we left up there. I begged  him not  to go, I had a bad feeling and I tried telling him I wasn’t feeling well. But after arguing with him for awhile, he left anyway.  

She sounded like a beast pounding at  my door the next day. I walked to the door feeling afraid of whoever was on the other side. Her name was Natasha Reed. She was about forty , tall , with cruel black eyes like that of a demon. She  claimed she was an investigator for the  Department  of Children and  Families. When I told her our case was closed she stated that an anonymous caller claimed I was driving  unsafely with my newborn in a  green truck.

Dallas  cried  from his  bedroom. She  offered to get him for me as  if I should not be alone with my  own child “No it’s  alright  I got  him.” I made my way back to Dallas’s room..  After  I took Dallas from his crib, I came  back into the  living  room and placed him in his walker. He  eats his food and  plays with his toy quietly, while Gabriella and  Mason laugh and play around the house. I started cleaning up around the  house while answering the  investigator’s questions. She watches me for a reaction as she picks up my one year old  son and  places him on the  floor, without  my  permission. Her eyes scanned my  home and she wrote  down her observations, which  I would  later find  out  were exaggerated  so she  could steal my  children, with  Waterford  Juvenile  Court’s permission.  She coerced me into signing a safety plan for  my children. That day I let all my children go home with my niece so John and I could comply with the safety plan.

When John came home the worker explained to him that we needed to  clean our house and that I needed to go see a doctor. The worker was concerned that I was still feeling pain from Lilyanna’s birth. She stated that they would come see our  home in the  morning and then we would have a  meeting  about my  children coming  home. No one explained what our rights were or anything, but we got right to work on making  everything perfect for their  inspection. With a spotless home and a clean  bill of  health from Lawrence  Memorial, we  met  with the  Department  of Children and Families  in Norwich, Connecticut. 

Walking into that meeting my lungs felt like they were on fire, my  heart threatened to break free of my chest. I don’t want this to go any  further. My sister  Jenny was there along with my Aunt Linda, two women that I never knew and who never knew me besides the blood we share  from my  mother. Never did I think they  would hate me so much as  to join the enemy. The  meeting started with everyone  introducing  themselves  and all of us signing  in. The investigator’s concerns were that our home wasn’t clean enough and she was concerned based on her own observation that I had  postpartum depression.

My  children first ended up first being split up into three of my relative’s homes,  also known as Kinship Care. John and I were allowed to go to their  homes everyday, whenever we wanted, as  long as it was  okay with the  foster  parents. We brought food, clothes, toys, took many  pictures and made sure we told our confused scared  children we  love them, that we will come back for them, and that everything would  be ok. I was still breastfeeding Lillyana often and I made sure she had  plenty of  breastmilk before I had to leave each visit.

I found a parenting class that complied with my work schedule as a  nursing assistant. My parenting class was a 52 hour intensive parenting  class that talked about everything from potty training  to sexuality. I took very detailed notes  (respondents evidence QQ). My notes included a fire  safety plan, a meal plan for 3 meals and 2 snacks a day for each of the kids. I also put together a routine for all of them.

While I was doing all of this the foster parents were complaining to the department asking for financial help and vouchers for my children. After two months on August 18th, 2015, everything began to get worse. Mason and  Gabriella moved to my Aunt Debra’s  (their second home since DCF took them) Lillyana was moved to my cousin Jessica’s (her second home since DCF), and Dallas stayed where he was. At first I was okay with three of my children staying with my aunt and cousin, as long as our visits continued normally. My aunt and  I were close. I used to take my children to see her all the time. So I knew they would be comfortable and feel safe until I could get them home. As for my son Dallas, I was being blocked from seeing him more and more. My cousin Crystal Magee avoided all my phone calls. I contacted the Department of Children and families to speak to my caseworker Ted Parmelee and his supervisor Doug  Howard about my concerns for my son Dallas.  

All this while my court-appointed attorney Michael Miller kept telling me to commit my kids or else face criminal charges and then I’ll never get them back, and there won’t even be a trial.   

I finally hired my own attorney by the name of  Lisa Vincent. As the weeks went by I continued my classes and visits with my children. I tried my best to stay positive around my children. My mind was with my children, especially my son Dallas. Until one day, he arrived at my Aunt Debra’s with Ted Parmelee, his body was all skin and bones, his once beautiful blue eyes dull and sad. I took one look at him and pulled him out of the social worker’s arms and held him tight.

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I called up my only ally, my big sister Kimberly and begged her to help Dallas because I was afraid he would die.  I explained to her everything I had seen. She said she would go over there with my aunt Linda and demand that they take him to the hospital. The next day I called my attorney Lisa Vincent to update her on everything. My son was rushed to Connecticut Children’s Medical Center in New Haven and diagnosed with a broken wrist, brain damage, burns, hair loss, weight loss, and broken ribs (child advocate report available). 

I was heartbroken when my visit was over and I left him alone that night. The look on his face was a look of betrayal and abandonment. I went home and cried the tears that I had to hold in for my children’s sake. I will never get the look of “mommy don’t go, why are you leaving me” out of my mind. For three months my son Dallas was in the hospital. I made the trip up there to New Haven which was an hour both ways every day.

I began to miss a lot of work. The visitations (which my job did not let me use medical leave for) would change and I would have to take last-minute days off. But I kept my visitations with all my children. Not once did their attorney or one of the children’s attorneys contact John and me or visit our home. The guilt of the pain and the harm they were going through was eating me alive. I had no one to turn to, the  Department of  Children and Families made sure of that.

I had an evaluation through my own therapist Nora through Connecticut Behavioral Health and the results came back with clear judgment, in touch with reality, able to make sound decisions, her moods in check and understandable due to circumstances, recovering from her rape well.(Respondent evidence  R). Evidence later displayed in the trial by my attorney Lisa Vincent shows the Department of Children and Families sharing their version of exaggerated truth with my children’s biological father and family members and including foster parents who are not family. While starting a  “witch hunt” by words of family members Joyce Barrios, Debra Post, Linda Barrios, Britney Post, (respondent evidence cc and dd), evidence shows alternative motivation to steal my children for cash (title 5e funding). 

Our visitations were moved to a third party and out in the community twice a week for two hours. The provider given to us at first was through Noank Behavioral Health and was fired for stealing. The next provider they gave us was Ms. Kayla Laing, a  woman of age 22, with no children of her own and no experience with children besides babysitting. Our  visits were  moved into one of the provider’s homes for pregnant teenagers, then a  camp for  LGBT teenagers. Though it was a house the toys were  very  few and  broken.  

. During the visits no parental guidance was given. All the  provider did was sit on her  phone and computer. Even after the visits, there was no review or guidance.   She told DCF  that I was unfit and could not  recommend reunification.

The department requested in court in January 2016 that John and  I submit to physiological evaluations for our mental health and to evaluate our  interactions with our children.  John and  I both agreed  that we  had  nothing to hide. Our evaluations are set for February 18th 2016. It was a five hour test.  The test started off  with John and  I separated. When it  came to the Ink Blot Test, I told Dr. Kelly Rogers I didn’t see anything but he kept demanding that I have to see something. He  then put me on the  computer to answer  questions about the last few weeks. A lot  of the questions were about if  I was hurting emotionally. I stated yes  wouldn’t you if your children were stolen from you. I was still living  with the  guilt of  not being  able to save my  children from Crystal Magee and DCF.  

John and I did what we normally We just  enjoyed our time with our children. We took pictures and couldn’t keep the smile  off our faces. The  children smiled too, we were happy just to be together.  The last part was a joint evaluation for John and I to meet with Dr. Rogers  . He did not ask us  any questions, he just expected us to talk.  The Department of  Children and Families called him during our evaluation to speak to him about who knows what. 

I moved into my disabled mother’s home to help provide proper care for her. But my sister Jenny kept getting into fights with the nurses and home health aides. Some days were harder than others, my mother would cry for her missing grandchildren as she stared at their pictures.  And I found out I was pregnant again.

By the end of my pregnancy with my fifth child, I was scared DCF was going to take her from me too. The appointments came and went fast. And the day I went into labor with my fifth child  Zuri Emerald, I was terrified. I knew they would find a way to take my newborn away from me again. I was up to date on everything, I had a  job, I was in therapy and I was in classes. 

When Zuri finally came into this world, they placed her right into my waiting arms.  It took all my strength to focus on looking into my beautiful baby girl’s eyes. I called my attorney to let her know she was born and then the hospital put security at my door and I was told they were ordered by the Department of Children and Families to take my baby from me and not let me bond with her. I was informed that they were not going to let me take her home. I hadn’t even been served any papers yet. My attorney Lisa Vincent was ferocious and made me give her the hospital’s number and promised to handle it so I could bond with my newborn. They finally returned her to me, at least for a little while. 

I couldn’t take  Zuri home or even have her go with a family member. I felt that the department wanted to embarrass me in front of the hospital. I could feel the invisible chains tied around my throat so I couldn’t breathe, I felt my flesh get whipped by an unseen flogger, demanding that I give in to what they want to label me as, to forget who I am.  Again my body was denied the right to heal and the bonding a new mommy needs with her newborn baby. They claimed “predictive neglect.” I continued to attend all my classes and our doctor appointments. Every visit with the children was our happiness, we lived for those moments. They also gave us therapeutic family time at a  daycare in New London on top of our once-a-week visit to Mystic.  

The provider of visits, Linsey Levan, first told us that she had no concerns about us as parents, but she did when it came to how the children were arriving at visits with the foster parents, dirty and unclean.  DCF social worker Janie Spera responded by offering foster parents a cleaning service and emotional support in the home to help them bond with my children. But still, nothing like that was offered to me or John. 

As the months went on I would argue with the department over always moving my children. My children’s mental state and health were being affected. They placed my youngest child with a woman who let her older special needs child watch my newborn, and Zuri ended up falling down a flight of stairs. 

“How does a six-month-old baby fall down a  set of stairs, without anybody noticing,  she’s not even crawling yet”? Was the question that came out of my mouth in front of the social worker, Abigail Bush. Even the doctor wanted to know. The foster mother looked nervous as she replied “My daughter was watching her upstairs and left the gate open as Zuri was nearby on the ground.” My blood boiled. They left my infant alone and supervised by an eight-year-old and yet took my kids saying I couldn’t let my oldest, who was 6 at the time, help me with the other children?

The  Waterford Juvenile Court allowed me to accompany my daughter to the court-ordered DNA test to see if Brandon Messier was  Lillyana’s father. It turned out he was. I broke down. My rapist was the father of my little girl and I needed to protect her and her siblings from him at all costs. I ran down to the nearest courthouse and filed a restraining order to keep this evil man away from my children, especially Lillyana.

Judge Driscoll asked Brandon if we engaged in sexual intercourse? Brandon Patrick Messier smiled an evil grin while looking at me and licking his lips “ yes your honor. He asked me, and with tears falling down my face, staining my cheeks I stated aloud and clearly “willingly no your honor, I was raped.” The judge stated after that, “So I take that as a yes then?” I broke down even more as he deemed my rapist officially the father of my baby. As  I broke down in the courtroom, Lillyana’s attorney Ryan Ziowaski was laughing and whispering to Brandon Messier pointing at me. My attorney took me outside and pulled me in for a  hug as I cried for my baby. 

*After  trial after  the  notice  of rights taken* 

On April 16th, 2018 at 5 pm I found out I lost my rights to my children. The very next day John and I walked 3 miles to the Waterford Juvenile Courthouse and filed a notice of appeal with the court. Every free moment I  had that was not spent sleeping was working on my case even taking some classes to keep me going. Some really wonderful ladies with the Family Forward Advocacy Group helped me prepare my papers for the appellate court. I was determined to get my children back.

We filed a rebuttal brief and waited several months until January 12th, 2019 to hear back from the appellate court. They again took the side of the state as always.  But this time I did not cry or scream. I was already prepared for this. I took it higher, and now we in the Federal Courts are arguing with federal court Judge Farrish who stated  “It doesn’t matter what these attorneys, judges, or the department have done, they are protected under the 11th amendment of sovereign immunity and it doesn’t matter if your case has merit,  you can’t fight them.”  

I have looked for help everywhere. The days get harder and harder and I never sleep anymore. I still try to hold my head up and fight. I have gotten a lot of fake help offers from men. One attorney tried to get me to marry his client as a way to get my kids back.

I  am still waiting to hear back from the United States Court of Appeals in New York. Please help me.

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Imagine for a moment that you are a single parent.  You struggle every day to care for your 3-year-old child.  You love him more than anything in the world.  

Accident:

One day, he has an accident that was not anything you could control or foresee.  He fell when the wheel of a shopping cart failed, causing it to topple.  He calms down quickly, but you rush to the hospital to make sure he’s ok.

When you get there, the hospital does not treat your son.  They hold you against your will.  The police get called, and after over 24 hours in the hospital waiting to be seen, your child is taken away by CPS. 

Foster Care Abusive:

 He is bounced from home to home, some that don’t even speak English, and your case managers change, sometimes week to week.  You struggle to see him due to COVID, but CPS limits your visits.  During your visits, it is common for you to see him with bruises and even black eyes.  Your concerns are ignored.  

You bend over backward to comply with every request that CPS suggests that you do.  You take drug tests, even though you do not do any kind of illegal drug.  You take parenting classes.  You have your housing environment inspected and approved for your child to return.

CPS Illegally Adopts Out In the Name Of Covid:

Over a year later, after over a year of working toward re-unification, you find that the state is going to adopt him to another family.  They did not even inform you.  They told you that re-unification was still the goal.

 You do research to find out why they are doing this.  

Well, it is in part, because COVID has forced them to hold your child longer than they normally would.  They can only keep children away from their parents for so long before they must adopt. 

Also, there may be a more nefarious reason they are adopting your child.  CPS workers get bonuses for every child that gets adopted.  CPS itself gets up to $40,000 per child. 

 Your child is being sold, stolen from you, and there is very little you can do about it.

 It sounds like a nightmare, doesn’t it? 

 To many parents across the country, this is reality. 

 This is not a fictional story.  A Salinas mother, Tracy Gleason, is living this nightmare right now. This is her story.

If possible, share this story.  Let people know that this is happening.

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