Son released from jail

[lynnehelen]

My son was released from jail the next morning but there is a no contact order, which he immediately violated by coming home and climbing in through the window. The ltch is deliberately broken because his father locks him out.

No trial date is set yet.

He came home on a peace visit and I was relieved to see that he looked healthy and well, and obviously had found a place to stay and is finding food to eat. Our interaction was peaceable except that he once again demanded that I reinstate his cell phone, which has all his unwanted contacts on it, and I can’t afford it anyway it is a smart phone and expensive and I am Broke!

Have also filed restraining order against the father. Taking antidepressant for sleep. He or a friend entered last night and stole my computer, leaving a lighter with the image of the Devil and Aces on it. The back gate and fence are broken down.

He is avoiding service of the restraining order and has not been served yet, so he can continue to enter and I can’t do anything about it except call to have him served, which I can’t do if I am sleeping, which I need to do as I have been up at night for months. He evidently has contacted my mother, and she, who I had resumed communication with, called to say she may be here for the hearing. I gather it would be to testify for Alex. Back to “no contact policy.”

I have gotten the family computer up and running–turns out he just unplugged it. I spent a pretty bad few hours but am in better spirits now. I don’t know how to clean the pool! I have a bad back so I can’t do the scrubbing but I dumped in chlorine last night and remembered to turn the pump back on. Ian always did it. He will be missed.

God Bless you, TBCrawford, and thank you for your many prayers, and I will be praying for you also. Also 244 Rocket, and Ready, and Zundrah, and all who have prayed and directed me toward the Blessed Virgin, and especially also the prayer warrior who let me know about St.Maximillian Kolbe, something funny happened with the computer just then that I haven’t figured out but I have been trying to forget myself and pray for my son as illustrated. I realized that I am an addict too (psych meds, cigarettes, coffee) and that it is better for us to be separate. I am too weak to do anything except facilitate him and father/husband is absent. Divorce hearing, which he is also avoiding, at beginning of May.

 

[Bezant]

I pray to God and ask him that he will bless you Lynnehelen and your family, relieve your distress, and guide the hearts and minds of everyone involved in this situation to do nothing less than what is right in his eyes.

 

[grasscutter]

I am praying for you in this distressing situation! :console:

My Jesus, I ask you with
all my heart for your love.
Only your love will help me
to accept my sufferings and carry my cross in such a way that
I may be your true follower.

Oh Lord Jesus, graciously accept
the sacrifice of my sufferings
for the temporal and eternal salvation
of myself and my loved ones.

Jesus, my dearest Lord and God
my Teacher and my Redeemer,
have mercy on me.

Most Holy Spirit, be my Consoler.

 

[ready]

Lord, please help lynnehelen’s son. Please grant him a personal encounter with you that changes his life around. Mother Mary, I recommend this son to you. Please intercede for him and help him to know and love our Lord. Please help lynnenhelen to know how best to help him; may she be instrumental in getting him to seek first the Kingdom of God and his righteousness. Thank you, Lord, for hearing my prayer.

You are welcome lynnehelen. I am happy to pray for you and your family.

 

[lynnehelen]

Fence fixed, turned out that, according to the backyard neighbor it fell a week ago and I just didn’t notice. The police informed me it was his responsibility to remove the tree and fix the fence, which he did the same day. Someone Did kick in the gate, but I got help, again, from someone at the non-emergency police #, who suggested chicken wire. As I was feeling ill and not up to going out that didn’t work for me but it got me thinking, and I found a gate that my husband had obviously purchased, and his power screwdriver and six screws that fit it, and screwed the gate to the opening left by the broken one. This had to be done, as our pool has no linnaie and leaving it accessible is a code violation, although actually the latches and gates have been in bad repair for some time. Now it is secured until I/we can get someone in to repair that whole part of the fence and the gate on the other side. I have been busy fixing the stove, dishwasher, A/C, thermostate, and, of course, getting rid of the unspeakable rats and possums for some time, so all in all the house is getting back into a state of --I wouldn’t say good–repair.

I had hoped that by pursuing these activities and maintaining a presence here my son would be reassured and make a return from the wildness he fell into during my enforced absence for six months. That followed an incidence of his violence towards me. He shoved me in the guts, damaging my bladder for good.

So I guess this situation goes deeper than I had in my thoughts when I returned. I guess my crying over him just made him sick. My lawyer advised tough love because of the drug situation, and to force him to leave. Posters on this site advised the same thing. But I fear he is not equpped to live.

I am so torn. But somehow I know it is over, but somehow I don’t.

“They go,” my counselor said to me 10 years ago. I want to cry. I just wish I could have done better.

What really hurts is how he was treated at the Catholic school. For it to end that way. He went scared to death but with hope in his heart and found rejection. And then had a drug incident, which I had agreed to discuss if it came up, but my husband took over and the lawyer he hired said to say nothing, and my psychologist said to follow the lawyer’s advice. So I spent the last, precious two years of my life with my son hog-tied and fit-to-be-tied because he would have been better off leaving the school and going to public, now it’s too late for him to fit in at public and he will end up with a G.E.D. or state diploma after spending 6 years at excellent private instiutions. It also hurts that my husband did what he did to cover his own —, as he was with another woman when Ian was arrested and did not take the officer’s call. It was all a nasty pickle and is what has led to this whole mess.

Thank you. It helped to go back and look at where all this started. The tasering last summer knocked me out of my senses. Maybe I’m still coming back from it.

Thank you for all your prayers .

:tsktsk: :juggle: I don’t know why I’m putting these icons in but they attracted me.

 

[bre]

Lord, hear our prayers

 

[lynnehelen]

The police are now denying that I was tasered. I looked it up online and found out that it is called a “less-lethal” use of force, in other words it could have killed me.

 

[LilyM]

The police are now denying that I was tasered. I looked it up online and found out that it is called a “less-lethal” use of force, in other words it could have killed me.

Well, so can being shot - would you prefer to have been shot rather than tasered? Capsicum spray is also ‘less lethal’. There are people who have allergies or breathing difficulties and such, capsicum spray could kill them. So can handcuffs lead to injury and death if they’re too tight or you have circulation problems or the like.

Literally anything and everything can kill you under certain conditions. Why single out tasers?

 

[Trishie]

Lord I commend this family to Your loving mercy and healing.
Lord grant them Your peace.

 

[Lifelight]

My heart & prayers are with you and family.

Dear Father in Heaven, come into their hearts and show them your ways O Lord. Jesus, I Trust in You. Amen.

God Bless! and Peace be with you:heart:

 

[lynnehelen]

Well, so can being shot - would you prefer to have been shot rather than tasered? Capsicum spray is also ‘less lethal’. There are people who have allergies or breathing difficulties and such, capsicum spray could kill them. So can handcuffs lead to injury and death if they’re too tight or you have circulation problems or the like.
Literally anything and everything can kill you under certain conditions. Why single out tasers?

the whole epic:
I threw coffee at my son because he was beating me on the back while I was on the phone to 911. It hit him in his eyes. I was not aiming. The police were hysterical because all the kids (7 or so) who I had called them on were hysterical.

I was off my medication because I already been taken after being shoved in the guts by my son over his wanting his girlfriend to sleep with him, and put on the police MH facility, where I was deprived of my blood pressure medication (now I have to take 2) and put on a new medication, and it turned out it cost $1000 a month–which I don’t have and will no longer pay for “newer” anti-psychotic meds which aren’t worth a darn.

I had been in bed all day that day designating beneficiaries to the IRA’s I Had (I since then had to take early distribution), as something kept telling me I was going to die. Alex informed me that he was going to have a birthday party thrown here that night for his friend’s daughter. I called her a “w-h-o-r-e” because she started all the conflict, and that’s where I’ve been at ever since. I wouldn’t usually use a name like that for anybody at all, but at that time I was in helpless desperation. My son asked very politely if he could have his friends over that evening, probably at my husband’s suggestion, and I couldn’t say no. The girlfriend who was causing all the trouble between my son and I was here, and I became extremely fearful.

However, I did not present any physical threat to the police officers. They wouldn’t give me the chance to say anything. They threatened charging me with felony child abuse and then told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back (so they could put handcuffs on.) I said simply “I resist.” Because I wanted to go to jail instead of back to the MH facility. I had my fists curled up at my sides, “holding the hand of God,” something I was doing habitually at that time.

The officer kept me waiting, in handcuffs, outside the MH Facility, for 20 minutes while he carefully composed a fabrication. I learned when I complained that he had said in the Baker Act that I stated “I’m going to kill you!” and raised my fists at him.

Now there is no record, according to the officer I wound up talking with a few weeks ago of the second Baker Act or any use of force.

So I guess that means I don’t have to pay the $400 the MH facility is asking for! (I was again deprived of the blood pressure medication ordered by the doctor. The first time, I was released with a pulse of 40 to a Super 8 Motel and wound up on a cardiac unit where I was told to go home, which I did, hence the second set of instances.

The Sherrif’s Office here represents themselves as having an excelent reputation.

I have, of course, repented and apologized to my son a thousand times for throwing the coffee at him. He doesn’t remember shoving me in the gut or marching me around the dining room with my arms over my head leaning me over the railings and stairways (while his father watched.)

Things went bad with my son when I left in terror after my husband’s head injury Thanksgiving before last. My husband and I were already in a desperate dispute and his sister got involved, and I just couldn’t be Baker-Acted again. Sister-in-law proved useless once I left, abandoned my son Christmas Day, who knows where my husband was, he kicked her out, and my son was left, in desperation, to care for him, and fell into his broken mind. I don’t know how else to put it. After that, he developed enmity toward me and it just won’t go away and then with the Baker Acts of last summer and the follow-up I was gone for six months because I was too scared to come home because of the tasering. And the police were using it on me–before all this recent stuff Alex called them on my son and the officer just tapped his foot and gave me a mean look. I fled in terror.

This chaos has been going on since my husband forced me to fly to England to open up a bank account so that he could do business there, and, in the meantime, my son’s eye was injured, and there was some suspicion surrounding the incident involving the female “friend” of his who I referenced above. All my husband cared about was covering her tracks and putting a young kid who had trouble already, in jail so he could take the blame.

It’s the eye injury that really did it. The first passage I opened the Bible to read “if it offends thee, pluck it out.” he already had problems with that eye. (The woman’s son, hjs friend since childhood, threw a dart at him and it hit him in the eye.) What about “the eyes are the lamp of the soul.”? I fell into a wretched state I haven’t been able to come out of.

So this is where we are now, he turned to drugs, is violent, angry, and hates me, and may yet go to jail. It’s the father who belongs there. And the woman, who was the one who gave him drugs in the first place when he was Very young, as I stated to the officer when she came over when he was arrested, to put in her two cents worth. I told her to “take a hike.” At least that felt good, whether it should have or not.

I flashed my British passport to the bobby in charge at the Manchester airport, and they inquired and denied Alex’s application for residency in England and banned him from applying again for 10 years. They also pulled mine.