Am I living in a world completely void of integrity and reason??
Tuesday, after a series of contradictory and confusing email exchanges between the guardian ad litem and the caseworker I was pretty sure the meeting I had requested was going to happen. That lasted a total of about a minute before Laina shot me another email that retracted everything she had just written. So I gave her a call.
Tuesday, after a series of contradictory and confusing email exchanges between the guardian ad litem and the caseworker I was pretty sure the meeting I had requested was going to happen. That lasted a total of about a minute before Laina shot me another email that retracted everything she had just written. So I gave her a call.
What followed was the most humiliating and frustrating exchange I have ever had. She accused me of deliberately interfering with the court order and of not having my daughter's best interest at heart. She threatened to file a contempt order against me and insulted me in a very personal way. I expressed that I had not intentionally delayed scheduling visits. I explained that I had been assured of a meeting prior to arranging visits.
She refuted that immediately. I attempted to explain some of my concerns to her regarding the visits. She shot them down without even entertaining plausible solutions.
In fact, I could scarcely finish my sentence before she rudely cut me off. Notably, I asked that Celia's father have a bedroom and bed for her. Previously she had shared his bed. She assured me that that issue was addressed.
She then elaborated. Apparently Celia's father claims he has two rooms and has always had one set aside for her. Laina then explained that she had instructed Jason that Sinjin, Celia's brother, should not be allowed to share a room with her. I said I didn't have a problem with Sinjin sharing a room with her. I had a problem with Celia sharing a bed with her father! She snapped back that she was not comfortable with a 12 year old boy sharing a room with a 3 year old girl given the accusations. I didn't dare correct her that they are 10 and 4. She kept going saying that since allegations of pornography has been made that there was a chance Sinjin had seen the images and could potentially become a perpetrator! What?!?! He is the sweetest boy! I don't get how she would be worried about Sinjin when her father is the one who does view porn with his children present and that he was the one who hurt my daughter.
Does that make any sense at all??
She ordered me to bring Celia for her first visit with her father the following day at 11am. I was told I would be leaving her for two hours and that I would need to pick her up 1. I protested that I couldn't leave work at that time or for that duration. I requested to meet after I got of work or at least later in the afternoon. I attempted to gain her sympathy by explaining that I was a single working mom and that my job has already been more than lenient with me and my schedule but that I couldn't take further advantages of their allowances. That's when her claws really came out. She snapped back at me, "I am a single working mother too. I have two kids and unlike you I don't live at home and have the assistance you do." She then went on the explain how she had missed four hours of work that day because her daughter had injured herself and that I would just have to make sacrifices. I was so taken back I could scarcely respond. She has no idea the circumstances that have resulted in my living at home with my parents. If I felt she would have been at all sympathetic I would have tried to explain.
She ordered me to bring Celia for her first visit with her father the following day at 11am. I was told I would be leaving her for two hours and that I would need to pick her up 1. I protested that I couldn't leave work at that time or for that duration. I requested to meet after I got of work or at least later in the afternoon. I attempted to gain her sympathy by explaining that I was a single working mom and that my job has already been more than lenient with me and my schedule but that I couldn't take further advantages of their allowances. That's when her claws really came out. She snapped back at me, "I am a single working mother too. I have two kids and unlike you I don't live at home and have the assistance you do." She then went on the explain how she had missed four hours of work that day because her daughter had injured herself and that I would just have to make sacrifices. I was so taken back I could scarcely respond. She has no idea the circumstances that have resulted in my living at home with my parents. If I felt she would have been at all sympathetic I would have tried to explain.
I thought better of it though and just kept my month shut.
The conversation just went further down hill from there. It alternated between her insulting me and threatening to file orders with the court. Mind you, I never once raised my voice. I was respectful the entire conversation even while she was insulting me.
I finally agreed to meet our caseworker with Celia at 4:30 the following day. Before I hung up with her I made sure I was clear on her intended progress for the visits. She told me to be prepared to schedule a two hour visit the following week and then a four hour visit after that. I agreed then hung up.
Wednesday. Celia's first visits with her father. I decided to not tell Celia in advance so that she wouldn't fret the entire day and have problems at daycare. When I picked her up I cheerfully explained that she got to go play with her dad for a few hours. She refused to go. She was obstinate and begged me to just turn around and go. She kept saying, "I don't want to play with Daddy. I want to go home. Mommy, let's go home. Right now." It broke my heart. It was all I could do to calm her fears and keep a brave facade for her. I knew that I since I was the only one hearing her, the caseworker
The conversation just went further down hill from there. It alternated between her insulting me and threatening to file orders with the court. Mind you, I never once raised my voice. I was respectful the entire conversation even while she was insulting me.
I finally agreed to meet our caseworker with Celia at 4:30 the following day. Before I hung up with her I made sure I was clear on her intended progress for the visits. She told me to be prepared to schedule a two hour visit the following week and then a four hour visit after that. I agreed then hung up.
Wednesday. Celia's first visits with her father. I decided to not tell Celia in advance so that she wouldn't fret the entire day and have problems at daycare. When I picked her up I cheerfully explained that she got to go play with her dad for a few hours. She refused to go. She was obstinate and begged me to just turn around and go. She kept saying, "I don't want to play with Daddy. I want to go home. Mommy, let's go home. Right now." It broke my heart. It was all I could do to calm her fears and keep a brave facade for her. I knew that I since I was the only one hearing her, the caseworker
and guardian wouldn't beleive me.
When we got to the DCFS office she clung to me and wouldn't let go. I was surprised to be met by another caseworker. Apparently, Chris, was not available and was supposed to let me know.
Uh, huh. I did finally convince Celia to go play with the assurance that I would pick her up.
I arrived to pick Celia up a few minutes early, just in case. Since it was after hours, the building was locked. Chris, the caseworker surprised me a few minutes later be coming out to speak to me. He wanted to know if I had any concerns. Of course I did. I had seen the car seat Celia's dad's car and it was not appropriate for her size. It was a school age booster seat. Since she is small she is still supposed to ride in a convertible toddler seat with 5 point harness. Chris assured me that he would bring that concern up. He requested that he be allowed to speak with Celia for a few minutes alone when they arrived. I agreed.
I arrived to pick Celia up a few minutes early, just in case. Since it was after hours, the building was locked. Chris, the caseworker surprised me a few minutes later be coming out to speak to me. He wanted to know if I had any concerns. Of course I did. I had seen the car seat Celia's dad's car and it was not appropriate for her size. It was a school age booster seat. Since she is small she is still supposed to ride in a convertible toddler seat with 5 point harness. Chris assured me that he would bring that concern up. He requested that he be allowed to speak with Celia for a few minutes alone when they arrived. I agreed.
Like I actually had a choice.
A few minutes later they pulled up and Celia, her father and brother went into the building. They kept me waiting for over twenty minutes. The front of the building is glass. I couldn't see her father or caseworker. I could only see Celia running a muck with a soft drink in her hands.
I was livid! And I couldn't do a thing about it. Chris finally came out to tell me that her father had assured him the car seat was appropriate. I wanted to know how that was justified. Chris explained that there was a sticker on the seat that said 30 pounds and above. However, he hadn't seen it, wouldn't go check it or let me check it. I assured him that Celia's doctor had told me to keep her in the type of seat I had. He insisted on verifying it with the doctor.
Ok? So don't go check the car seat 10 feet away, but make a call to the doctor to verify what should have been common sense! I asked why this was such a problem and he said "Well, Jason doesn't want to have to buy a car seat." Huh?? Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't it illegal to transport a child without one? And unsafe!
Chris then pressed me to schedule Celia's Friday appointment for this week. I told him that Laina had told me to prepare to schedule a 2 hour visit for the following week and that I would be available next Wednesday at the same time. He insisted that that isn't what Celia's father had told him. Well of course not!! Who's in charge here??
Chris then pressed me to schedule Celia's Friday appointment for this week. I told him that Laina had told me to prepare to schedule a 2 hour visit for the following week and that I would be available next Wednesday at the same time. He insisted that that isn't what Celia's father had told him. Well of course not!! Who's in charge here??
That's when I about lost it. I asked if I could take my daughter home. Chris said his usual, "Well ok. We'll talk tomorrow then." Um. I'm not changing my mind. I know what I was told. Not that it means anything. Everything I've been told had been a lie.
But, I've got to stand my ground somehow.
Celia of course was wired the whole way home. Apparently her father had fed her nothing but Sprite and she was not only on a sugar high but extremely hungry. But, I wasn't allowed to discuss nutrition with him or her eating habits. Laina didn't think that was important enough.
Celia of course was wired the whole way home. Apparently her father had fed her nothing but Sprite and she was not only on a sugar high but extremely hungry. But, I wasn't allowed to discuss nutrition with him or her eating habits. Laina didn't think that was important enough.
So, I'm living in the Twilight Zone. This is a world where Jason somehow is the authority and those who have been appointed guardians of my daughter are so void of humanity that they allow this monster to retain his visitation. This is a world where a hard working, loving mother is accused of manipulating the system and trumping up charges to spite her ex husband. This is a world that refuses to protect children. Well, I refuse to accept that! I may not have power to change the situation. But, you can be sure I will sure try! I'm penning letters to the Troy Rawlings, Davis County Attorney General as well as Mark Shurtluff, Utah State Attorney General. I might even write a letter to the editor. My letters may do no good and may be directed to the wrong people. But, maybe just maybe someone will read it and be inspired to make a difference where they stand. Justice for abused children is my own personal crusade. I'll find a way to make a difference. For Celia and for all the only children who are just a file on a desk in this messed up, perverted system.














