<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688</id><updated>2011-05-03T06:35:26.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State Child Traffic</title><subtitle type='html'>State Officials Seize Children Then Traffic And Trade In Them</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114123139868901647</id><published>2006-03-01T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:43:18.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSS Pussy Footing</title><content type='html'>March 18th 2005&lt;br /&gt; Lisa Rendall never called back on me being able to see my daughter Nattassia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also did not call me back to inform me as to whether the foster Mom received the message I left with Lisa Rendall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I getting tired of these people giving no answers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114123139868901647?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114123139868901647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114123139868901647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114123139868901647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114123139868901647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/dss-pussy-footing.html' title='DSS Pussy Footing'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114123117249761375</id><published>2006-03-01T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:39:32.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Harm A Child</title><content type='html'>JANUARY 30TH 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Carlila Marie Sherman was told today by LisaRendall the case worker that she wanted to know if I was okay with the letter that she just gave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a letter at the juvenile office as she was going to the bathroom. I wa sthere on a visit with my daughter Linda Rae.&lt;br /&gt;They like to see if they could throw me off course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stand up for the rights that I have and they don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch their every move for I don't trust them. So her giving me that letter there was made to throw me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ploy didn't work. Lisa had come back and asked me if I read the letter. Little did she realize that by what she put in that letter that it was an instant denial of my parental rights.&lt;br /&gt;I had asked for weekly visits with my other child Nattassia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put in the letter that even though I had asked for them that I could not have it. This is considered an alienation of my parental rights.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been able to see this daughter until here recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa asked me this day how I felt about what she had written?&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I didn'tlike it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am aloud to see my children at least once a week and I should be able to do just that. Lisa then asked me if I had done anything on the treatment plan.&lt;br /&gt;I told her no. She asked why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Lisa first of all it is a color of the law violation put on that treatment plan. I told her second of all the&lt;br /&gt;treatment plan is agains tmy religous beliefs and I will not comply with anything that does not go along with what my religous beliefs are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole conversationstarted at 11:22 Am. It ended about two minutes before the foster mom had come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to have a visit with my baby.Yet it was like I was interogated. This visit was suppose to take placeat 11:30 AM. The foster mother Jeanne did not show up until 11:47 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that she has always been late in showing up but just one time. Yet if I am late&lt;br /&gt;they write it down. This whole conversation with Lisa was at 11:22 Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the foster Mother Jeanne had shown up she was hatefull and did not show any kind of kindness to anyone not even to my baby whom she was holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When as we all were going through the doors and into the juvenile offices the foster mother Jeanne made the statement if she says anything damn thing to me then I will walk out of this building and go back through those doors. This was said to Lisa Rendall and for me to hear. My dad was there with me but as he was trying to walk on in is when Lisa Rendall had put her hand out to stop my dad from going through the doors and told him that she had needed to speak to him alone and was that okay with me? I told her yes just as long as you all hurry up.  I went downstairs withthe foster mother and the nurse as we were getting ready to go down the stairs Jeanne handed me my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she turned to Lisa Rendall and told her that if I say anything to her that she will walkout and leave. If one was to think about it she was going to abandon my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thought did not sit still with me. But that is what it sounded like to me. Lisa did reply back to her yes I know you will.  So another words she was condoning her behavoir. It was even worse when we all went down stairs. Lisa was still upstairs when the next incident happened the&lt;br /&gt;foster mother sat in one of the chairs in the toyroom we went into the room.&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the floor with my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Linda Rae triedt o crawl over to the fostermom Jeanne lap she yell at Linda Rae and told her no don't climb on my lap have your visit with your mother.  I could not believe what Jeanne did next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter ignored her so she picked her up by her arms and threw her on her bottom on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Rae was sitting there stunedby the abuse that she had received. I had to keepcounting to twenty. I was so mad I wanted to harm her for abusing my child. Noone should ever have to put up with the abuse and this includes my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that she could of harmed my baby even more cause it was only a few minutes later and she did it again and even harder then what she had done a few minutes before my baby had a tear in her eye. I don't believe that she really understood that the foster mom was taking abuse that she wanted to do on me on my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished visiting my baby and when I was getting ready to leave Lisa Rendall asked me how the visit went.  I told Lisa I didn't really appreciate Jeanne slamming my baby onto the floor. Lisa stated that she was sorry that she missed seeing that and it must of happened when she was still upstairs with my dad. Yet nothing was done about this.&lt;br /&gt;I still walked out of there really upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114123117249761375?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114123117249761375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114123117249761375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114123117249761375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114123117249761375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-harm-child.html' title='To Harm A Child'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114122953059852365</id><published>2006-03-01T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:12:10.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DFS / DSS  Vacation</title><content type='html'>February 23rd 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to get a hold of this case worker Lisa Rendal for almost two weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems to never be there&lt;br /&gt;I have called her almost every day but yesturday.&lt;br /&gt;t seems that she just keeps leaving for vacation. Four days last week and four days the week before including the weekend. HMmmmm????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she never there? Check it out her supervisor is on vacation until&lt;br /&gt;January 13 too?&lt;br /&gt;Guess what it is now February.&lt;br /&gt;So I am to take it that Cindy Vanbuskirk is gone until next year?&lt;br /&gt;What a joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114122953059852365?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114122953059852365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114122953059852365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122953059852365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122953059852365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/dfs-dss-vacation.html' title='DFS / DSS  Vacation'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114122894339825378</id><published>2006-03-01T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:02:23.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Child Again</title><content type='html'>JANUARY 18TH 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At 9:21 AM I was informed by Lisa Rendall they moved my child Nattassia to a foster home. I then asked Lisa if I could see if my child was okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stated that I would have to wait until they made sure that my daughter was settled in and then ask her supervisor if I could visit with her.&lt;br /&gt;She promised me a phone call back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114122894339825378?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114122894339825378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114122894339825378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122894339825378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122894339825378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/moving-child-again.html' title='Moving Child Again'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114122863911562600</id><published>2006-03-01T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:57:19.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved Child Again</title><content type='html'>NOVEMBER 13TH 2004&lt;br /&gt; I was notified by Lisa Rendall that they just upped and moved my child from her Grandparents to the boys and Girls town.I was notified on November 30th 2004 about this being done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114122863911562600?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114122863911562600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114122863911562600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122863911562600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122863911562600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/moved-child-again.html' title='Moved Child Again'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114122786372992981</id><published>2006-03-01T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:44:23.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies, Lies And Big Lies</title><content type='html'>NOVEMBER 4TH 2003&lt;br /&gt;ON COURT DOCUMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Department of SocialServices had stated in these documents that were put in the court that my daughter said that she would be fine without being able to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was so then why did my daughter talk to me 5 times and left one message with my mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These calls were on November 6th 2003. My daughter was highly upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nattassia was almost to the point of being histerical cause of the nasty things DFStold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFS went so far to tell her that I didn't Love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so frantic that she threatened to killher self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they had told my daughter this nasty stuff they even showed her some court documents stating that I didn't show up for court because I was putting the baby up for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people had lied so bad to her that it took me a long time to convince her that these people were lying to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could they do these things to my baby? My God is this right to do to a kid? In my books it is what I call mental abuse. Not a very pretty thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On number 3 on the their part for their treatment plan it states Ms. Sherman has moved in with her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wrong cause I live with my mother. It also had stated that due to her report that her father had sexually abused her and physically threatening to her as a child.&lt;br /&gt;I never said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are wrong I was in fact sexually assaulted by Mr. Donald Green and physically threatened by him and also by them. Not my dad for he has never ever harmed me, Physically,Mentally or by any sexual abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I don't call my dad father. I call God my father. For what they wrote down is another lie made up by DFS. This is slander, yet my dad wont sue them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On number 6 of treatmentplan it states that DFShad to redirect me. This is also another lie. Not until two weeks in August did they ever hand me a copy of their rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They handed me this piece ofpaper knowing that I am Partial Dislexic. Which I had let them know on June 11th 2003. I had no idea what the paper was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my kid knowing that you can not just hand me something to read without giving me some help.  For she yanked the pieceof paper out of my hand and jumped Holly Cooper cause of the paper had a statement on it that was saying that at no given time can I give her a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She did all this before the caseworker could retrieve it from her hands. She told them that if I had not of been able to that that she would of thought that I didn't Love her any more. She read at the bottom where I could not discuss the case or anything about this with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was mad. Don't you just love kids who are smarter then them?  I had no idea what the paper was that DFS had given me until my child jumped them. I was told that I could read it or not and it did not seemto matter to them if Idid or not. I never had even tried to read it cause it was hogwash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On number 8 that was put into these court documents I was already in parenting classes, yet DFS refused for me to finish my last three classes which involved me having my kid for them.&lt;br /&gt;This was so that I could finish up my classes. This was not fair for them to put it in court that I was not taking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On number 10 it was&lt;br /&gt;put into DFS stating that I would tell my daughter what I was doing with other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very private person. That is why I am finding it hard to tell people all about what has gone on and the fact that not until Jan 2004 did anyone begin to know about me being in the care of DFS when I was a child and being abused by the system. I kept it to myself and only told parts at that time to my own mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began telling when DFS had put it in their own court room and were slandering me right and left about it and other things. I was then left with no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus they had made me a promise that they would never try to harm my dad nor my mom. Yet they had slandered him in opened court and now all bets were considered off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that it was time and they left me with no choice but to tell everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I didn't try to discuss men with my own daughter. I didn't bring it up but she would by trying to get info out of me on whom was I seeing and questions on Rodger. I just wanted her to leave me alone on questions on him and I was always telling her that. She would bring up Rodger and kept asking if he was gone? I finally told her yes. I really believed that she had a right to know. I had never believed in lying to my child. I had lied once before and it had cost me. It states that there were notes found among my daughters things that my daughters foster mom had said that she found.This is also a another false statement made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had made a through check of my daughters stuff myself. I even changed the CD cases to new ones and I was the one whof ound the notes to my daughter and me from Rodger. I gave them toDFS. I gave those to Cleo Moehl. Nattassia's purse was never given to her because of those notes being in there. So I threw away her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also her Grandma Benton is the one who brought CDS to DFS from Rodger in a bag. Rodger had them from the apartment and gave them to Grandma Benton. He wanted to make sure thatNattassia got them. I have never said that I am not willing to give up sex for my daughter. Nattassia was not ever shown any pornography by me. The men that I was talking to could not seeNattassia on my cam. To my knowledge she was only on there 4 times. You see if she came near the kitchen I immediately would point the cam to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my best to try every way to get this man Rodger out of my house. I tried getting him arrested. I told my dad that he stated that he had a warrant out on him. My dad said that he would take care of it. So he informed my ex and he called the cops for my dad. If I  ever gave a cop a false social security number don't you think that They would of locked me up behind bars. Well that is what Rodger did on March 18th 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took my daughter on June 10th 2003. Yet kept him in my house even though he had stabbed me and 2 months after they took my daughter they tell me that he was having sex with my daughter and had just done it with her within the last three days of them taking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they couldn't find no warrant. The warrant was found in November 2003. If the cops would of arrested Rodger Curry Jr. on March 18th of that year then he wouldn't of been touching my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SpringfieldPolice Department is guilty of the continuation of sexual abuse on my daughter on not doing their job of putting this man away on a warrant out for his arrest.I never had any idea as to what was going on. My daughter gave no indication. I justw anted him to quit beating me up. Which he did at least once every day. But never in front of my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Police department failed to do their job in arresting him.Every day I think of what these police officers did not do to save me and now her too. Why did they let him get away on March 18th2003 and then again on the night of June9 th 2003?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I ended up get my throat sliced 14 times in between that time frame. My head was thrown threw a wall 7 times. He cut into my chest twice. My stomache once. Cause as he kept telling me the cops let him get away with it and if I ever called them again he would be able to get away with murder. As you can tell from all that DSS keeps putting with the lies in court this man Rodger Ronald Curry Jr. is winning from a prison cell. From what I can see they are letting him win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way america wants people whom try killing or beating a person to do? I wouldn't think so. If this is the way America is run then I want no part of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodger was never charged with assault on me.They charged him with only sexual abuse. 5 counts. How many other people are going to let your own government do this to you?&lt;br /&gt;The next person may actually end up dead because of the failure of our own system. It's nice of our system to let a man win from a prison cell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114122786372992981?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114122786372992981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114122786372992981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122786372992981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122786372992981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/lies-lies-and-big-lies.html' title='Lies, Lies And Big Lies'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114122369572797798</id><published>2006-03-01T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T06:34:55.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyer Stalls</title><content type='html'>JANUARY 13TH 2004 I called my lawyer this morning at 8:00Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Chris Hazzlerig to find out what happened to my daughter Nattassia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he didn't have any idea as to what I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him about Holly Coopers visit the day before. He said okay so you think your kid is dead is what you are saying? He acted like I was loosing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;By him making the statement that he didn't have a clue as to what I was talking about. I hung up the phone after I told him to please find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this entered another new caseworker by them doing this to me. Her name is Beth Cox or rather Elizabeth Cox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114122369572797798?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114122369572797798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114122369572797798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122369572797798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122369572797798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/lawyer-stalls.html' title='Lawyer Stalls'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114122286583502325</id><published>2006-03-01T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T06:24:22.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Breaks Laws</title><content type='html'>JANUARY 14TH 2004 I was still terribly upset this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand why I was still having court when DFS not even 2 days before court informed me that my daughter Nattassia is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lawyer ignores me. He wouldn't return any of my calls the rest of yesturday and this morning. Here I am pregnant and it is like DFS (DSS) is trying more and more to upset me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this day in court the J udge, Thomas Mountjoy said that they wanted me to sign a piece of paper for the medical records on my unborn child. So that when the time comes they can come and take my baby away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the problems with my unborn child the doctors ordered me to have absolutely no stress.Yet Cleo Moehl and Holly Cooper have all been informed of this.Yet according to ther New Hippa Law they can't court order this in Juvenile court unless convicted of a felony. Yet they did this anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also against theMissouri State Statues. Judge Thomas Mountjoy did this and step by step the state of Missouri keeps trying to harm my unborn child.&lt;br /&gt;No stress means no stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114122286583502325?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114122286583502325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114122286583502325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122286583502325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122286583502325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/judge-breaks-laws.html' title='Judge Breaks Laws'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114122161980516344</id><published>2006-03-01T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T06:00:19.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Investigation Summary</title><content type='html'>Investigated Summary  For June 25 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ever sexually abused my child. They never gave me papers on this charge until January 12th 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is how can these charges be substansiated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also told me on July 7th 2004 that they want me to still be going with my psychologist Dr. Jack Greenhall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Greenhall gave me a medical release on June 30th 2004. He did this due to my Medicaid running out and he told me that I really didn’t need him cause I am strong and that if I did I was to pick up the phone and call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this summary they keep  saying my past mental history. The only past mental history is with DFS. And I could tell you personally about all the abuse that I received at the hands of DFS and Judge Mountjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you the truth anything from abuse to sexual abuse at the hands of them and things  that were done to keep me quite. If this is what you wish then I will tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never said that I couldn’t manage my diabetes. What I said is that it is hard to control it cause my diabetes fluxuates  way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I called Caroline Benton to tell her about the baby on April 8th 2004. The thing was she informed me that Holly  Cooper already had called her on the baby being born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gave Holly Cooper  permission to do this. According to the Hipaa law this was and is illegal to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly Cooper is only a DFS worker and they had change the name to DSS. This conversation on the top part was all on tape that was made on the day of the investigated summary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114122161980516344?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114122161980516344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114122161980516344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122161980516344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122161980516344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/investigation-summary.html' title='Investigation Summary'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114122090007444320</id><published>2006-03-01T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:50:56.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Threat Letter</title><content type='html'>January 27th 2006&lt;br /&gt;I Carlila Sherman received a letter in the mail. I call it the hate letter.&lt;br /&gt;It was mailed to me from a caseworker dated for January 24th 2006.&lt;br /&gt;This is what the letter says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Sherman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently received a phone call from state office in Jefferson City, Mo. reguarding a recent visit you had with your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not aware of your conserns because you did not inform me of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future, it would be helpful if you would address any questions or conserns you have to me before pursuing other avenues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions or conserns, please call me at417-895-7879.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Rendall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Lisa to leave this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Carlila Sherman at this number. First of all you were informed yet you just shrugged it off like it was no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were informed several other times over the last few months. I even have a witness to the fact of one of them that you were informed about a month ago after one of my visits with my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received the letter.&lt;br /&gt;I didn'tappreciate your threatening letter that you sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not appreciate you lying by telling people that you didn't have it told to you.I wish to please have a reply back on this. Thank you very much and have a good day. This phone call was made at 3:53 PM. on this Friday yet noone called back. I havea witness that this phone message was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was a little too abrupt but after a while you get tired of the lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep fighting but to me this letter also felt like I was being threatened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114122090007444320?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114122090007444320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114122090007444320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122090007444320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122090007444320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/threat-letter.html' title='Threat Letter'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114122023669715275</id><published>2006-03-01T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:37:16.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Documents Finally Given</title><content type='html'>January 12th 2004 This is the date that Kate Lowry gave me court documents for all of the last few months of my case that I had kept asking forever since they took my child Nattassia on June 10th 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had only received a few documents from my attorney on Oct.28th 2003. Other wise no other known documents even from the mail lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One certifield envelope with nothing in it was sent to me on June 13th 2003. The documents had many bad statements in them. They put that I had seen my daughter and Rodger together with their pants down and yet did nothinga bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it but if I would of seen that I would of killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is discusting and itis very perverted how DFS can put words in your mouth by stating you said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the next excert and things go from bad to worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114122023669715275?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114122023669715275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114122023669715275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122023669715275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114122023669715275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/documents-finally-given.html' title='Documents Finally Given'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114121649897632256</id><published>2006-03-01T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T04:34:58.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denied Rights Again</title><content type='html'>February 2nd 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I called the socialworker Lisa Rendall this morning at 9:23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her first that I did not ask her fora copy of the treatment plan but for a copy of the court order from the judge that statesthat I need to obey the treatment plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa told me that it's considered a standing court order signed on the treatment plan because the judge had signed the treatment plan at the bottom of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little does sheknow the law states that if there is any court orders done and that if you are going to tell someone there is a court order then that court order is to of been given to the person to which it was issued within the first 72 hours after it was first admitted into the court room by a peace officer of the law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has never been done nor given by a peace officer of thelaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will check Ms.Lisa Rendalls automatic court ordered treatment plan. I am willing to bet it is invalid and against the law. This will be the first one from my youngest child as to which I will of seen with a judges signature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will suprise me. Plus it is automatic that it is considered to be invalid seeing how a peace officer did not come to my door and ask for a signature that it was received by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then switched thec onversation and told Lisa that I still do not have my advocate with me and that I am aloud to have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me we had already gone over this Carlila.That you are aloud to have you parents there and only if the person has been approved by them after all it'sonly a visit with your child and she doesn't see what the big deal is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I have the legal right to have an advocate with me at all times. That the law states that I am aloud to have an advocate with&lt;br /&gt;me at any given time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa told me that she fails to see the difference between my parents or an advocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told herthat an advocate isimpartial and that this is the difference.Lisa then stated thata parent can be impartialand that she really doesn'tunderstand. I told her that my dad does not know of the abuse I had while I was in the system. That is when Lisa told me isn't it time for you to tell him about it? I told her that I would tell him when I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking what right does this caseworker have to tell me when and hom I could tell someone about something I have kept a secret for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be my choice. Not hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I explained to Lisa he is impartial because of this and will always be for he was not told when this had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had finally gotten Lisa to say it was okay for at least my mom to go with me to the visit.This is rediculous I am not aloud to have ana dvocate go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have demanded my rights left and right yet I am being denied my rights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114121649897632256?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114121649897632256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114121649897632256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114121649897632256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114121649897632256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/denied-rights-again.html' title='Denied Rights Again'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114121525603803784</id><published>2006-03-01T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T04:14:16.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Intentions</title><content type='html'>CON'D FOR   JANUARY 12TH 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is two days before court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am already upset by my earlier paper-work that DFS had given me.&lt;br /&gt;But to make matters worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly Cooper (DFS worker)&lt;br /&gt;came to see me at 5:18 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she no longer was on the case because earlier Kate Lowry was the one to give those papers to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been sitting outside on my usual step reading when she came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly Cooper told me that she had somethin to tell me and it was rather important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said okay go ahead and shoot and tell me what's on your mind. She asked me am I sure that she could tell me right? I said go ahead I have no secrets. She looked down and then told me to pre-pare myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even started scuffing her shoes back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now she was making me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I am pregnant and every little thing bugs me with people whom start acting strange like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to please get out what she had come to let me know. For the suspense is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me and then told me that due to some unfortunate accident my daughter Nattassia is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  then asked her how this could of happened to my daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then apologigized and stated&lt;br /&gt;hat they were looking into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not soon after did Holly keep stuttering and then she decided it was best to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was leaving I was left there to cryfor my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me almost 6 months to find out that she lied to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept asking for a burialfor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Holly had disappeared after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cruel trick to tell a parent such a lie and right before court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what other cruelity they could give me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114121525603803784?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114121525603803784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114121525603803784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114121525603803784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114121525603803784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/cruel-intentions.html' title='Cruel Intentions'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114121395751314110</id><published>2006-03-01T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T03:52:37.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To See My Kid</title><content type='html'>1/26/2006&lt;br /&gt; Left a message with LisaRendall the caseworker to see if I could see my one daughter Nattassia Saloisat least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for a reply on this but I am not having much hope that DSS will comply. They haven't done this any time yet. So who knows what their reply will be on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time I made this phone call and left this message is 12:49PM.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114121395751314110?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114121395751314110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114121395751314110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114121395751314110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114121395751314110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-see-my-kid.html' title='To See My Kid'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114121276376022622</id><published>2006-03-01T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T03:32:43.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking For A Jury</title><content type='html'>JANUARY 14TH 2004 CONT'D  Right before court I had asked Chris Hazzlerigg to get me a jury of my peers and to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a dirty look and walked away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went into the back area withDSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes back out all he can say is come on let's go, follow me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would never tell me an answer so I figured I would ask Mounjoy myself.  I will be polite about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of court I tried to tell Mountjoy but he shut me up and told me that I would refrain from speaking in court and thatI was not aloud to speak or I would receive a comtempt of court and my attorney ist o redirect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then told me to sit down and shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no right to speak. This upset me greatly. After court Chris Hazzlerigg had me in tears forcing me to sign on my medical rights. I have a witness that I kept telling him no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made a promise that if I did then they would let me keep my baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114121276376022622?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114121276376022622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114121276376022622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114121276376022622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114121276376022622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/asking-for-jury.html' title='Asking For A Jury'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114120965452009510</id><published>2006-03-01T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T02:40:54.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admendment 14th Act Abolished</title><content type='html'>Admendment 14th Act Abolished For Month Of July 2004 My daughter Linda Rae Salois had two surgeries thateven though I have my parental rights. The hospital never once had me even sign for permission to sign for the surgeries.I would of don it if the had asked me to. They even moved Linda Rae to Rankin hospital yet they still didn’t have me sign for anything. Noteven all the 3 times that she was moved. DFS and so far Childrens Hospital has gone against my fourteenth admendment rights, the childrens act one. These peoplebelieve that they can get away with it. The refusal to let me sign for anything medical on any of my children is abonible. To totally go against  the law. Yet when I brought it up to DFS they inform me that they can do whatever they want. Beth Cox  and Cleo Mole told me this. I even let Melissa Bruder atChildren’s Hospital know this when I finally caughtup with her on July 30th2004. She told me that they know what they are doing for they have done this for several years now. Melissa told me that they did not need my signature for Beth CDox told her that I would try to pull some kind of stunt like this and that the ony signature that they need is from DFS and Beth Coxis from there. She said thies is because DFS has custody and I don’t she says. Melissa told me that the minute that DFS took custody of Linda Rae that I have no rights or say so with my daughter. Melissa Bruder is on the 7th floor she is a social worker for St.Louis Childrens Hospital. This was said to me at 3:57PM July 30th 2004. She also told me that my stepmom and I had to leave the hospital by Saturday afternoon. That in order for me to ever see my daughter again I have to send DFS a notorized letter to DFS and certified. I say to myself what in the heck is going on?Admendment 14th Act Abolished For Month Of July 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114120965452009510?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114120965452009510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114120965452009510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114120965452009510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114120965452009510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/admendment-14th-act-abolished.html' title='Admendment 14th Act Abolished'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114120926493261908</id><published>2006-03-01T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T02:34:25.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alienation Of Parent</title><content type='html'>January 19th 2006  I showed up to see my daughter Linda Rae today.My little baby girl who is not yet 2 years of age.My appointment was at the juvenile court house. The time was supposse to of been at 11:30am. I showedup at 11:21am. My stepmom showed up shortly behind me. They had to call LisaRendall the caseworker inorder for her to get there.They could not find the foster mothers phone number to call to see where she was at. It seems that noone had the number but LisaRendall. That's not good.Noone seems to have a phone number for the foster Mother but one? So wrong.What happens if somethinghappened to Lisa Rendall?Then noone could find mybaby. This is not doingwell within the system. I noticed that when Lisa Rendall had first walked in 7 minutes late as usualthat she was wearing a cross.Well here recently I put something into court aboutmy religion. I had alsomade the statement thatin order to be ordained by God that most people wear a cross. She doesn'twant to be said that sheis an athiest too. That's what it appeared to me.But after all I am just a witness to what she is doing. It will be Godsjob as to whether sheshould be banished fromhim when she dies. I amalways watching These DSSworkers now. I have never seen so much evil in my life. Yet I am just a witness for God. I can'thelp but laugh at thethings people will doto try and make peoplethink that they willchange and for God. Orare they?  The next thing thathappened was my childsfoster mom coming in 14minutes late. I tried toget my baby from her andshe told me no and that she was giving her to her Grandmother. Thisis my stepmom. My step-mom told Jeanne that itwas my visit not hers and that the baby wasto go to me. Jeanne thefoster mother stated shedidn't feel like hearingLinda cry because my baby always cried with meand she doesn't seem tolike me. So she went ahead and handed my baby to my stepmom. I toldLisa Rendall that that isn't right and she does this every time I have a visit with my baby. LisaRendall just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.Then we were shown intothe visiting room that was down stairs. When I was a kid this area wasthe torture area becausekids were tortured andbeaten up there by DFSworkers. I don't know if it still runs under the juvenile hall areabut it use to. I havealways remembered the tortured screams of thechildren and them tellingme to ignore it and toconcentrate on my Karateclasses instead. Youcouldn't ignore thesechildren screaming for them to please stop it.Stop hitting me. I lovedtheir padded rooms in the juvenile hall. They were so white. I feel kind ofoff kilter going down tothe basement. It seemslike my mind starts togo back in time. Like it's doing right now.I remember too much. Isee people whom were there whom are the caseworkers and some of the same ones I had known before. They walk past the door to theroom we are in almost every time were there.Their usually the oneswhom abused all of thechildren. I don't want the past to of innertwined,but I know that now whether I like it or not the past hasbeen getting ready tohit me head on. Anger,despair, hurts, andfrankly frightenedbecause I was neveraloud to do this asa child. I feel quitelost and breathlessabout life. But hereI am in a buildingthat I can still hearthe screams down the halls. Yet I have tofocus on my daughterand try and act normal.Yet nothing is normalfor me with this. I am doing my best towatch my daughter andwhat she is doing. Ilike watching her butI hate the fact thatthe foster mom rubs itin that my daughter hasbeen calling her mom. She should of correctedher along time ago andtold her that I am hermother yet she has notdone this. Even my ownstepmom is calling herthe foster mom Jeannemomma. This is all a form of alienation ofthe parent and child&lt;br /&gt;relationship. They are disavoweling me with my baby. Some times Iget to see her twice a month. Other times it is once. In order to uphold the law youmust let the parentssee the child once aweek continuely. This has not been done ever.The same with my otherchild Nattassia. I didnot get to see her fortwo years and 5 months.They have had alot oftime to brainwash her.Which from my point ofview they have done just that. I was also told on myvisit here with this daughter that I can not see my other daughter for at least another 3to 4 weeks. This is yet another alienation done on that child too. When do I ever get to see my children again? One in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;This is wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114120926493261908?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114120926493261908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114120926493261908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114120926493261908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114120926493261908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/alienation-of-parent.html' title='Alienation Of Parent'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-114120817645782304</id><published>2006-03-01T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T02:16:16.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call To Case Worker</title><content type='html'>3/15/05&lt;br /&gt;           I called the caseworker Lisa Rendall at 8:26 am         today on March 15th 2005. I told her first that I         wanted to visit with both of my children Nattassia         and Linda Rae. Lisa told me that she would have to          ask her supervisor. I told Lisa that I would like         to visit with my daughter sometime soon. She said         that she would inform them about it like she had         already stated the first time around. I then asked          how Linda Rae was doing? Lisa told me fine as far         as to be exspected. This is when I explained to her          one of the most important reasons why I was calling         her because of the phone call that my cousin Pam had          called the night before, on March 14th 2005. I told          her the reason that Pam had called and the phone call         was because my Cousin Chuck had a heart attack this         weekend and that in doing so it seems my cousin Chuck          had to have both of his stint valves put in like Linda         Rae did. I explained about what the doctor had said         to my cousins about congenital heart disease. That         my cousin had had it all of his life and that one of         the main things is to watch for is high or low blood         presure. I told Lisa about my cousin asking the doctor         about children having it since Linda Rae Salois has it.         The doctor told my cousins that the blood presure needs         to be checked at least 1-2 times a day by the caregiver.         The reason for this the doctor said was because a child          could die in thier sleep. If this is not done. For he         said that children are more adept as even Adults are to         do this in thier sleep too. But alot of times no one          checks for the blood presure and that this needs to be         especially done on children. This is everything thing          that I had told Lisa Rendall on this. When I got done she          told me that she would call the foster Mother and let her          know to do this. After I told her all of this that is          when I asked her,"as to when I was going to get another         visit with my daughter Linda Rae?" She told me that she         would find out by Wensday to Friday and let me know by         then . She asked me," Is that okay with you?" Because         for the next few weeks I am really swamped with court         and it might be next week or the week after. I told Lisa,        "that that would be fine and I will wait for her phone         call within the next few days." After that was all said         and done Lisa, {whom is the caseworker} thanked me for         letting her know what had happened to my cousin, as to what         Chucks heart doctor had said about Linda Rae and her blood          presure being checked  1-2 times a day and that she would         make sure to inform her foster Mother about doing so. I         told her okay and sorry but just trying to take precautions.         I let her know that the reason for this is cause my cousin         had gone into the hospital with very high blood presure         and that this is what had prompted my other Cousin Pam         to ask the doctor about children for Linda Rae's sake.         Lisa said that it was good for me to inform her of this         information, but that she did need to go so that she could          call the foster mother on this. Before I could say anything          else she had already hungup on me. Hangup time was 8:40Am.           After I got off of the phone my mom asked, "who were         you talking to?" She then stated you talked loud enough         to wake me from my sleep. I could here you. So who were          you telling about my nephew Chuck and the blood Presure too?         I told her that it had been Lisa Rendall and all of what I         I had found out about the blood presure and that my cousin         had had exstremely high blood presure. My mom had been on         the phone March 14th when my cousin had told us about the          goings on with Chuck and that she had asked the doctor          questions about congenital heart disease. So I told my         mom that I had called Lisa to tell her about it and that         they need to be checking her blood presure 1-2 times a day.         I explained this to my Mother at 8:40 am right after I         had gotten off the phone with Lisa Rendall.            I then called my stepmom and let her know about my          cousin and what happened to him. I told her that I had         called Lisa Rendall and told her about the fact that          they need to check her blood presure at least 1 to 2          times a day. This was call was made at 8:42Am.           After calling Linda, I called Ronnie Dean at 8:44Am.         I told him about me calling Lisa Rendall the case-         worker. I told him what I had told told Lisa about my         cousin having a heart attack and about the fact that          they need to check my daughters blood presure at least          1-2 times a day. I informed Ronnie that I had let Lisa         Rendall know about this and the fact that if this is not         done then my daughter could very easily die in her sleep.         I told him as I told Lisa that this is what my cousin         Pam had told me cause she had asked the her brothers          heart doctor about this.  I told Ronnie about my cousins          high blood presure and that I had also informed the          case worker that Chuck had this. I finished the phone         call from Ronnie Dean at 8:47.            I had informed all four of these people about this info.         Even though my Mom had been on the phone with me last          night when my cousin called, she still had wanted to know         whom I had been talking to and what did I tell them. So         I told her.                                          &lt;br /&gt;Signed this 15th day of March 2005          By Carlila Marie Sherman (Salois)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-114120817645782304?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/114120817645782304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=114120817645782304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114120817645782304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/114120817645782304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/03/call-to-case-worker.html' title='Call To Case Worker'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753488003990008</id><published>2006-01-17T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:54:40.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCUMENT I PUT INTO COURT 101668K</title><content type='html'>IN THE CIRCUIT COURT OF GREENE COUNTY, MISSOURI                                   JUVENILE DIVISION&lt;br /&gt;                                 IN THE INTEREST OF:               )                                         )       Nattassia M. Salois               )     Case No. 103JUO282       (dob:  05/31/1990)                )&lt;br /&gt;          And                                   AND         Linda Rae Salois                  )       (dob: 04/08/2004)                 )                                         )     Case No. 104JUO315                                          )       AFFIDAVIT IN SUPPORT OF CARLILA SHERMAN No.101668K&lt;br /&gt;                      STATE OF MISSOURI  )                                         )                      COUNTY OF GREENE   )&lt;br /&gt;   COMES NOW Carlila Sherman, Mother Of Child Nattassia Marie Salois&lt;br /&gt;   and Linda Rae Salois of Greene County Missouri and states to the      Court as follows:&lt;br /&gt;         MOTION FOR THE CONTINUATION OF RELIGOUS BELIEFS AND         ---------------------------------------------------         THE ESTABLISHMENT OF ONE CARLILA MARIE SHERMAN AND         ---------------------------------------------------         HER RELIGOUS BELIEFS                 1. This petition is filed in reguards to both children Nattassia     Marie Salois born on 5/31/90 and Linda Rae Salois born on 4/8/04.&lt;br /&gt;                    Religous Beliefs continued on Carlila Marie Sherman.       First Ammendment Rights give Carlila Marie Sherman the       right to inform the juvenile court of Religous Beliefs       so that they don't go above and beyond the Rights of        Carlila Marie Sherman. Religous beliefs include Carlila       Marie Sherman the right to excercise the fact that in       the way she was brought up by religion, that a person       whom is within God's way of light does not and can not       have the following done. Number one: if pregnant with       child one must never try to kill their unborn child by       Suicide or murder. Number Two: One must never abort said       child. Number Three: One must never adopt any child out       or sell such a child. The Number three would go along       with the same thing as if someone deliberately took away       Parental Rights from Parent on any children. If this is       to happen then by any such of a person taking away Parental       Rights is deliberately trying to take away Carlila Marie       Shermans Religous beliefs. In accordance with the First       Ammendment Rights noone whom is an officer within the bounds       of the law shall ever make a judgement nor law against the        Freedom of Religon or the Establishment of Religous beliefs,        or abridging the Freedom of Speech, or of the Press, or the        Right of the people to Peacefully Assemble, and to petition       the goverment for a redress of grievances. This also includes        Congress. I Carlila Marie Sherman was brought up this way by       my Roman Catholic Church's along with the readings in the BIBLE.        This is the way I was taught. I wish to have this established        in this Juvenile Court Room as of today. I have not as of yet       received any notice of an attorney. So I Carlila Marie Sherman       am entering my plea on behalf of my Religion and the Religous       Beliefs that I Carlila Marie Sherman was brought up on. No       persons shall also state that CARLILA MARIE SHERMAN is insane       or mentally incapable of taking care of her children. This        also goes against Carlila Marie Sherman's religous beliefs. I       want this established in this court room too. It states in the       Bible that people will say things like that in order to harm       a persons soul deliberately. Meaning that it would and is a an       attempt to try and destroy Carlila Marie Sherman's belief in       God and her well being for the sake of her soul within. Andy       Ridagor is Linda Rae Salois Dad, and I am making a plea on the       behalf of him. This is due to the fact that Andy Ridagor is       also of the same Religion and he is also full blooded Indian       and is from Oklahoma. He does not know of the existance of his       daughter and I believe that he does have a right to know. Their       is noone from Department of Social Services whom has even tried       to get a hold of him. His last known address was on Jefferson.       His last phone number 417-619-1270. Andy also has the right for       it to be known in this court that if his parental rights are       being taken away then his 14th Ammendment Rights/Bill of Rights       will and have been broken and Indian Rights to his child. The       Parent-child relationship is important to the people all over       this country and should not be abolished.&lt;br /&gt;       Signature of CARLILA MARIE SHERMAN&lt;br /&gt;       __________________________________Date: ______/_____/______&lt;br /&gt;       STATE OF              }MISSOURI&lt;br /&gt;       COUNTY OF             }GREENE&lt;br /&gt; On _______________ before me, ___________________________ ,personally&lt;br /&gt; appeared ________________________ , personally known to me (or proved to me on the basis of satisfactory evidence) to be the persons whose names is in thier authorized capacities, and that by thier signatures on this instrument the persons, or the entity upon behalf of which  the persons acted, executed this instrument. I witnessed by my hand and official seal&lt;br /&gt;   Signature_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    (NOTARY)&lt;br /&gt; Signer: ____________known   ____________unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; __________________________ (Seal)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753488003990008?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753488003990008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753488003990008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753488003990008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753488003990008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/document-i-put-into-court-101668k.html' title='DOCUMENT I PUT INTO COURT 101668K'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753458830065971</id><published>2006-01-17T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:49:48.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK IN THE HOSPITAL AFTER HOSPITAL MADE A BIG MISTAKE</title><content type='html'>NOVEMBER 16TH 2003&lt;br /&gt; I was put back intothe Hospital after Ihad already been in the Hospital because I was having trouble breathing on November 14th 2003. This timeI was transfered fromone hospital to theother which was CoxNorth to Cox South.This was because amistake was made onNovember 14th 2003when the Cox NorthHospital decided tosend me back homeafter I was having breathing capacitiesof only 60%. Yet Iwas sent back homeby mistake. On November 16th I had tried to go to Urgent Care at Cox Walnu Lawn. Iwas refused me care first cause I didn't have permission from my doctor to go eventhough I was having difficulty in breathing.I couldn't catch my breath and they hadrefused to give mecare until I had infact contacted mydoctors at least one of them. So I didthat and yet theyrefused to give mecare again cause Ididn't get a hold of the doctor when I firsthad gone there. What in the heck is going on when noone will treat you when you can't breathe? I was gaspingfor breath and theywere acting like I needed to keel over and die. My own personal doctor told me whenI called him back togo back to Cox Northand tell them to fixwhat they screwed up.I went back across town and did this inturn my brathing rate had dropped even lower.I was put on a temporarybreathing tube. Until they could get my statsback up. Then a doctor came in and told methat they needed totransfer me to CoxSouth. I asked him,"Why? What is goingon?" He told me thata heart doctor was over there and thatthey didn't have onethere at this hospital.Go figure a billiondollar hospital did not have any heartdoctors at this onehospital. They were all at one of theirother hospitals. Heapologized about theirhospital making the mistake of sending me home on such low of myability of breathing air. I was upset aboutthis whole ordeal. Of course I had to go and take myself there for all the ambulances werebusy at that time. Whatluck. A person gets totake themselves to be transfered to another Hospital. It took me some timeto get up and movingaround to get to theother side of town. Iwas lucky that I didn't die. I ended up havingpnuemonia, the flu andbeing a type 2 diabetic.Which means that whenthe other hospital infact only had given me crackers to eat withinthose twenty somethinghours means that isintentually trying tokill someone. I wasdang lucky that I didn'tgo into a diabetic coma.I was put through severalsteps to make sure thatI was going to live. Iwas given plenty of thesebreathing treatments by them and put on oxygen.I had people coming intomy room to teach me how to manage my diabeticways and know hows. I learned all I could in those days and eventoday about diabeties.I was very upset at thetreatment I had receivedby all these two hospitals.I am clostraphobic and theykept shuting my bedroomdoor. I couldn't stand it.I picked up the phone andcalled my Power of Attorney.He kept calling them andtelling them not to shut my bedroom door. They keptdoing it. Finally he calledthem again and told them that if they did it againthey were going to be sued.They finally posted a note on my bedroom door telling people not to shut it. Ionly had one whom did itsince then and the head nurse jumped her for notreading the sign. Boy wasI happier to get out of there. I missed my mom andalso my dad and his companyChristmas Party. I felt aprisoner of the hospitals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753458830065971?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753458830065971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753458830065971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753458830065971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753458830065971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-in-hospital-after-hospital-made.html' title='BACK IN THE HOSPITAL AFTER HOSPITAL MADE A BIG MISTAKE'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753451604238683</id><published>2006-01-17T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:48:36.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VISIT MADE TO DSS ON CHILD</title><content type='html'>NOVEMBER 7TH 2003  I called the presidentof my group Families ForChange and I told him that my child is upsetand she called me the night before. RonnieDean told me that he would meet me on thesquare and that we hadneeded to do somethingabout this now. We metup on the square and I told him everythingthat she told me the night before and how upset she was. He askedwho my caseworker was and I told him that Ihave two of them. He said oh what fun togive you two of thesepeople. Well come onand we'll take this tothem and see what is going on and why are they doing this to her.I taped the whole entireconversation. It wasKate Lowry's day toman the plate and sheswore that they were not doing this to my child. Boy what the liars would do for a good kick as to just lie some more to me.Ronnie and I leftthe building and Iwas left feeling thatI was hopeless to helpmy own child. She wassuppose to call me backSaturday. Unfortunatelyshe didn't because as I found out later on they caught her calling me and locked her in herroom. Yet they kept heraway from me for almost 2 1/2 years and neveronce would they let mesee her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753451604238683?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753451604238683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753451604238683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753451604238683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753451604238683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/visit-made-to-dss-on-child.html' title='VISIT MADE TO DSS ON CHILD'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753438459299216</id><published>2006-01-17T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:46:24.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRANTIC CALLS MADE FROM DAUGHTER</title><content type='html'>11 NOVEMBER 6TH 2003  My daughter called meto yell at me for hernot being able to seeme. This Department of Social Services Workershad told my daughter Iwas insane and I wasgiving her up for anadoption along with mybaby. They showed herpaperwork and toldher see your mom issigning you both away.She was mad at me andactually beieved them.She called six timesthat night. They watchher every move to makesure that she could not make a phone call so she was calling mefrom a pay phone forthe foster mom had already slammed her fingers in a phonebecause she triedto call me. As faras I am consernedthis was against mychilds right to herhaving freedom andthis is also can beconstrued as abuse. My daughter calledfrom 4:30PM on. Shehad told me that shehad kept telling themthat they wanted her to live with them yetthey refused for herto go home and shewas promised that she could do that.Yet she had told them that she lied to them about me.This is even in myown paperwork towhere it statesthat she took itback. Yet they didn't put it in court. They keepputting bad stuffabout me in court.I keep fighting with all of my might. The storieskeep changing fromthem from one to the next. My child Nattassiahad also told me thatDFS told her that sheis worth $16,000 andthat my baby is worth $40,000.00. These werethe same people who told my daughter that my whole family hated her and that we were all crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753438459299216?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753438459299216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753438459299216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753438459299216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753438459299216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/frantic-calls-made-from-daughter.html' title='FRANTIC CALLS MADE FROM DAUGHTER'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753426962524740</id><published>2006-01-17T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:44:29.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROTHER DEMANDS MEDICAL ATTENTION ON ME, YET ADMINISTRATOR THREATENS ME WITH NO MEDICAL HELP FOR BABY</title><content type='html'>10 OCTOBER 29TH TO NOBEMBER 4TH 2003 AND A FEW DAYS  LATER IN NOVEMBER&lt;br /&gt; I Carlila Sherman wasin alot of pain for two days after those guardshurt me. I was bleedingfor two of those daysbut I stopped bleedinguntil I had gone backhome and then I bled every day for the nexttwo and 1/2 months. Somedays were light bleedingbut others were not. Ikept thinking that theyhad possibly aborted mybaby from me. I had toldDr. McCorcle what theydid to me. He was not too happy and let mesee my baby alive forthe first time on theTV like monitor. He hadwanted to make sure thateven though another doctorchecked my baby out byonly listening to my babysheart beat 37 hours after the incident happened. Ifelt alot better to seeher alive and playinginside of me. I even watched her fall asleep.This was one of the mostprecious moments of mylife. The doctor probalyonly did all of this forthe fact that my brothertold them that I neededto see what was wrongwith my baby and as towhat had happened whenI was locked in thatpsyc ward. Frankly theywere all afraid of mybrother. They told me so and even threatened me with not having adoctor to take care ofmy baby if my brotherever came in to theirplace just to make surethat I was taken careof immediately. I don'tappreciate people makingthreats to me to savethemselve from a harmthat isn't there. Yetthat is exactly what the administrater andher personel Assistancedid. They said theirsecretary was afraidand scared for her ownlife around my brother.Hog wash all he did wasto try and make sure that after I was hurtgoing in that psyc wardthat my baby was doingwell. They probaly knewthat he was not goingto take anyones bullcrap and that my doctorwould in fact take care of me. That's all he hadwanted was for me to beconsidered safe. Yet theythreatened me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753426962524740?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753426962524740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753426962524740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753426962524740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753426962524740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/brother-demands-medical-attention-on.html' title='BROTHER DEMANDS MEDICAL ATTENTION ON ME, YET ADMINISTRATOR THREATENS ME WITH NO MEDICAL HELP FOR BABY'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753399987041657</id><published>2006-01-17T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:39:59.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAWYER CALLS ME AND RECUSES SELF FROM MY CASE EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS ALREADY FIRED</title><content type='html'>CONTINUED FROM NOVEMBER 4TH 2003&lt;br /&gt; I went home and could not believe that Arthur Olsen had the gall to call my house and see if I was okay after he helped Sandra Baker tohave me hurt. Oh I was mad. You give orders tohurt me then it happens and you act so dang proudof your work. Innoway was I happy about this. They even tried to get my car taken away the night theyhad me locked up. My friend drove the car to her house and they told her that theywanted the keysto my car. Theytold her the carbelonged to themand that theywere there topick it up. Yet I was up to date on my car payments.So she called mewhile I was locked up and told me that she had infact refused tojust hand over the car keys tostrangers. So myfriends blocked the vehicle inso they couldn't come and remove it.Yeah I decided tocall Arthur Olsenback and I endedup that he putSandra Baker onthe phone. I toldher that you didyour best to tryand kill me and my baby but I amstill alive and I am your worse night mare. Shetold me well youtrying to kill yourself. I thenasked her when?She said wellyou said it the other day. I thentold her the truth.That I was totally with it and I wastrying you to see what in the heckyou were up to.Then I told her I taped everything.So quit lying tome right now. Boyshe was upset thatI could play her.She told me that noone does that toher but she willrecuse herself from my case. Itold her you orArthur had best of not gone to court today for you were fired onthe 28th of Oct.She got mad and hung up. Oh well,I am not the one whom had started this war. She didwith her lies toput me and thishere unborn child at risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753399987041657?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753399987041657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753399987041657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753399987041657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753399987041657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/lawyer-calls-me-and-recuses-self-from.html' title='LAWYER CALLS ME AND RECUSES SELF FROM MY CASE EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS ALREADY FIRED'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753390397846012</id><published>2006-01-17T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:38:23.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS FOR A POSSIBLE CLASS ACTION LAWSUIT</title><content type='html'>November 17th 2006&lt;br /&gt;  I WANT TO KNOW IF THIS HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ANYOF YOU OR YOUR CHILDREN.I AM CARLILA AND MY EMAILIS &lt;a href="mailto:Truckin_65802@yahoo.com"&gt;Truckin_65802@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.I WANT TO SEE IF THERE IS ALOT OF OTHERS OUT THEREWHO HAS BEEN PHYSICALLYOR MENTALLY HARMED BYYOUR GOVERENT THAT HASBEEN FROM CASE WORKERS,LAWYERS,JUDGES. I AM WANTING TO SEE HOW MANYAND TO SEE IF WE CAN GET A NATION WIDE CLASSACTION SUIT GOING ON ALLOF THEM. tELL ME HOW ANDMAYBE WE CAN FIGURE OUT A WAY TO STOP THIS EVIL FROM HAPPENING TO OTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SEND NO ATTACHMENTFILES FOR THE GOVERMENT PUTS A VIRUS'S IN THEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753390397846012?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753390397846012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753390397846012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753390397846012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753390397846012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-for-possible-class-action.html' title='THIS IS FOR A POSSIBLE CLASS ACTION LAWSUIT'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753378875777501</id><published>2006-01-17T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:36:28.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEEPING ME HOSTAGE TO MISS COURT AND CORECION BY SOCIAL WORKER AT HOSPITAL</title><content type='html'>NOVEMBER 4TH 2003&lt;br /&gt; I am still stuck hereat Cox North and yet Iam still locked up. Ihad court this morningbut they told me that Icouldn't go to court.I had been deliberatelylocked up so that I wasgoing to miss court. Thehospital staff kept ontelling me to relax andthat my lawyer wouldtake care of it for me. I told them that this is what I am afraid of cause my lawyers werefired last wensday andI will be suing themfor showing up when they have been fired.They looked at each other like they werevery confused.  I was released at noonon this day. Exactly atnoon. The social workerat their hospital told that I had to go andsee a pychologist that they couldn't release me until I did that. Itold her that what aredoing is called corecionand it is against thelaw. She told me thatthese are their rules.I told her to hurry upfor I wanted to go homedays ago and get out of this town. She told me I couldn't have Dr. KeithNobble that I had to have one they sent me to. Tojust have to listen toher ordering me around made me want to screamat her. I was refused once again my right tolive as I want. Like Iwas still under the power of Rodger by theStockholm Syndrome he had put me through. Ifelt like everyone of the people were under Rodgers control issues.I told her that you aregoing against my rightsand that you all havethreatened me from dayone and this controlcrap has got to stop somewhere. She went onahead and made me anappointment with a doctor Jack Greenhall. This was against my wishes and against my religous beliefsas I already informedher of her rights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753378875777501?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753378875777501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753378875777501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753378875777501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753378875777501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/keeping-me-hostage-to-miss-court-and.html' title='KEEPING ME HOSTAGE TO MISS COURT AND CORECION BY SOCIAL WORKER AT HOSPITAL'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753367638452954</id><published>2006-01-17T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:34:36.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WALLS WERE CLOSING IN ON ME YET GOD SENDS HOPE MY WAY</title><content type='html'>CONTINUED FROM OCTOBER 30TH-31ST 2003 AND NOVEMBER 1ST, 2ND AND 3RD 2003&lt;br /&gt; I was highly upsetand missing my childthis day. All I hadwanted was to go home.But Dr. Epinosa justwouldn't let me go.He told me we mightbe able to negotiateafter this weekend.I missed going to work and my friends.I couldn't stand thewalls. I felt themclosing in on me. Iwanted to die causeI was locked up. Theworld was out thereand in open spaces.I was thinking thatmaybe I should of stayed buried alive.It was better thenbeing punished forcalling a cop on a man for hurting you.I didn't understandwhy I had been beingpunished for callingfor help. I hated thecolor of those wallsand slowly they were driving me nuts. Iwas again trapped inthat hole that Rodgerdug and I was dying.I was trapped in myanger for justice wasnot being done to me.I am clostraphobic andthey locked me up justlike he did when he hadburried me alive. Is this justice to rip a person inside andout? I kept saying whyme God? Why are youtesting me? I could not stand the torturethat I they had put methrough. I kept lookingup to the skies and Iwas wondering if there was a possibilitie Icould jump out theirwindows and escape fromthis hell I have yet to be put in again. I keptasking God why do I haveto keep paying for Rodger?Why are they letting him win? He said check mate that you bitch I willalways win where ever Iam at. So why were theyletting him win from aprison cell? I couldn'tbreathe the walls by2:00Pm had finally shutme in myself and I hadexploded and walked outof a room. I needed toget out and quick. I was about to lose it being locked up. Thiswasn't right and there was no fairness to it.I was caught betweenmy fears of the walls closing in on me. Iwent back to my room and started crying. Iwas shaking so badly.Of course one of the psyc ladies followedme and another person whom had become like a friend. Right behind me they came. I tried turning over the bed in anger but It waspinned to those dang floor. I was ranting and yelling that I shouldn't have to payfor the sins of others.It's not right to locksomeone up that is likeme highly clostraphobic.I yelled at them to getout. I am hurting in mystomache and noone heregives a shit. I yelled at them to leave me inpeace for I am in hellbeing here. That Rodger was right that checkmate he is winning andbeing here I will diebeing locked up like a damn dog. Both of themhad done their best totry and talk to me but I was pissed off. I waslocked in a cage so Itore all the covers offof my bed and screamedat them that I was beingpunished for calling acop. For him touchingmy daughter that all Ineeded was to get out of this damn cage right now and to be free toroam. I slowly slid down the wall and had a good cry. All I kept sayingwas why me God? Why me? About the time I wasgetting upset again aman walked into my room and ordered both of themto leave my room. I kept thinking this man is sotall. Who is he? Well thepsyc lady had the verysame question in mind inher head and she asked him who he thought hewas to order her from the room? He looked herup and down. If lookscould kill his would ofcause he glared at herand told her that he ismy Attorney and if shedoesn't leave the roomthen he will sue her onmy rights being violatedto have protection fromharm. I knew then who called him. Why my powerof Attorney did and thatis the way he is. I sawthrough the light thenand knew that now I amgoing to be protectedand noone could touch me ever again there. The psyc lady and mynew friend left theroom quicker then I could of thought. Helaughed. This was thefirst lawyer I seenlaugh. He said he justloves when people run.I started laughing andI knew that he wasn't going to put up with no crap from noone. Iactually liked this lawyer. He nodded at me and smiled and saiddon't worry I wont let them hurt you any moreand by the way how areyou doing? I told himthat I am being held prisoner there and Iam clostraphobic. Itold him that thesewalls were closing inon me. He told me thatthis is understandableespecially with thesecolorfull walls. I hadlaughed again. He knewthat the color was awfuland horendous. He wasrolling his eyes at thecolor. He then told me whom had sent him. I told him I had kindafigured that out myselfcause you act like himand he is my power ofAttorney. He explainedthat I needed to sit tight and to hang in there for he is my rayof hope a gift from God you could say. Ilaughed again and toldhim now how would youknow that? He said causeyou asked God for help about oh a couple ofhours ago and oh bythe way he says to tellyou to have patiencewith him and in timehe will guide you andyou will have strengthand power beyond yourmeans. At least youwill think this. Soyou are to keep up thefaith and don't worryabout these ugly walls so much. Soon you will be released from yourprison so buck up okay?I nodded. I had givenhim my paperwork and he waved as he left. Hehad never said what hisname was and I thoughtthat that was strange.For who was that man?It was obvious thatGod had sent me one of his people but whowas he? How did he knowthat I had asked Godfor his help? I felta light feeling takeover me and soon thatlight felt like I wasshining in my insides.I then apologized toGod and asked him toforgive me for being mad at him and thiswhole world and yetthinking that maybehe had abbandoned me.As one could say the devil was trying methis day and I couldof fallen flat yetGod came to save mefrom all evil thatwas trying to surroundme inside and out. Yetagain he was testingme for my faith in him.This attorney had come back on Monday to letme know that all is well and yet I still didn't catch his name from him. I will tell you theone thing I had onlyone more problem with was one person there on Saturday morning.He had told me I wasn'tallowed to go to sleep.But after he did that someone went and took him aside and told himto be nice to me Ihave a very powerful Attorney and he willget him into troublefor misconduct. Hecame back and told me that if I was so tired I could sleep out in the hall on the couch.I had listened to whatthe other guy had told him and it just made me laugh. Everyone nowwas afraid of gettinginto any more troublefrom this attorney butthey still kept tryingto force me to sign the form to stay there.I kept telling them I refuse to sign anything.I would politely handit back to them. Theyhad even threatened tocancel my Medicaid. Itold them to go aheadand do it but I willtell people that youall tried to make menot be able to take care of my baby andthat people would seethat as attempted murder.I was feeling stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753367638452954?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753367638452954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753367638452954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753367638452954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753367638452954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/walls-were-closing-in-on-me-yet-god.html' title='WALLS WERE CLOSING IN ON ME YET GOD SENDS HOPE MY WAY'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753356428886537</id><published>2006-01-17T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:32:44.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARVING AND TRYING TO FORCE DRUGSON A PREGNANT WOMAN THEN PUTTING IN WRITING THEIR OWN EXPLOITS ON MY MEDICAL RECORDS</title><content type='html'>Continued for October 29th TO THE 30TH OF 2003&lt;br /&gt; I called my familyright after I wasput through this kindof hell. Cox North refused to give me anything to eat. Iam pregnant and I was not allowed to eat. I had not eaten anything since 9:00AM.and here it was almost12 hours later. Well they did eventually give me crackers andwater. Talk about thisfeeling like prison. Ihad no idea at that time I was diabetic.I couldn't understandhow come I was shakingand feeling cold tothe bone because I had no food for atotal of over 27 hours.I was freezing to deathand later it came upthat I was a type twodiabetic. Another wordsI had been slowly beingkilled by the people atCox North Hospital. You see I couldn't eatthe morning of October30th 2003 for what keptme from not eating wasI was paralized from the neck down. I feltthe intense pain butI couldn't move. Theygave me aspirin forthe pain. I am alergicto aspirin. My bodyfeels like it is drunkand I am overly giddywith laughter but theytold me it was the only thing that I could havefor pain. Oh goody justgreat. They tell me this just after theyhad me swallow it. Wellisn't that just nice of the hospital to do? Trykilling people cause that is what happenswhen my thoughts canrace if I take aspirin.I am not a good pill taker. My body doesn'tseem to like takingmedicine. I get a veryweird high and can't sleep even with takingsleeping pills. I takea sleeping pill I willbe up for 2-6 months.Aspirin I dance aroundand act nuts. I havebeen told that I docrazy thing even withprescribed narcotics.That's why I do notdo very well takingany kind of medicine.My body just doesn'tseem to like drugs ofany kind. So why take medicine that you areallergic to? You aren'tsuppose to and had I of known before hand that that is what they were giving meI would of told themto please take it away. Just like I did thatafternoon at 1:07PMwhen they told me thatthey had my medicineready for me. I askedthem what medicine?When I was at home Ionly had to take mypregnancy pill, thepill singular and mybreather Albeterol.They showed me thepills they had for me in a little cup.I told them first ofall I will not takethese two pills out of four because theseare psychotrophic drugsand I am not nuts and refuse to put my baby in any more harms way.That's when I took those two pills andthrew them at her. Itold her you all canstuff it just like I told that psyc lady screw you I refuse to take any poison in mybody. Plus is it justme or are you all bigidiots in this hospitalor what?  The young lady hadwanted to know how I knew which drugs were different? I then toldher first of all don'tyou ever try and foola CNA which means thatI am a Certified NurseAssistant in the state of Missouri and withbecoming one of the best CNA's in MissouriI am not dumb by far.So don't push me andtry to pass drugs ontome without knowing thatI do know what alot of those drugs look like.Know this I am not tobe said to be stupid like any of these otherpeople whom are in here.I am not insane, I donot hear voices and Ilisten and watch everylittle thing that each and everyone of you do.So beware of me and ohby the way my stomache is still hurting and Ikeep bleeding. I want my doctor called ASAPand for him to check me out. I also want tomake a report on the hospital guards beatingme up at orders of DSSand Sandra Baker. This young lady wasnice enough that I hadno qualms with her butthe fact that I heard her tell them when shewent to get the sheetwith a incident report for me to fill out thatI wanted my own doctorto see me. They nevertold him what had happened and he was quite shocked by thegoings on of the othercox hospital when Igot out and went tomy appointment withhim after I got out.I filled out theirincident report andgave it to them 3days later. They hadrefused to sign it.But that's okay Ihave my copy of itand the other mainpart the hospital record where it doesstate about this hereincident happening.Yup the one doctor whom had come to check me out that night really put  all of this on the records that were from the hospital for Cox Hospitalsand on my records. It's in bold Print. Well wasn't that nice of them to of done for me tohurt another and then put it in theprinting of thosehospital records ofmine? I felt sopriviledged thatthey had chosen meso that I can now sue the heck out of them and DSS(called back them DFS) fordamages done to meand my unborn child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753356428886537?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753356428886537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753356428886537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753356428886537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753356428886537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/starving-and-trying-to-force-drugson.html' title='STARVING AND TRYING TO FORCE DRUGSON A PREGNANT WOMAN THEN PUTTING IN WRITING THEIR OWN EXPLOITS ON MY MEDICAL RECORDS'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753338793749970</id><published>2006-01-17T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:29:47.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE UNBORN CHILDS VICTIM ACT DONE ON MOTHER AT THE ORDERS FROM DSS AND THE ATTORNEYS</title><content type='html'>OCTOBER 29TH 2003 I showed up at Sandra Bakers office at 10:00 Am. I didn't get in until10:19AM. I was just goingto go out the door andleave when Sandra Baker along with Arthur Olsen came out through the doors. Sandra Baker hadgrabbed a hold of my arm and I had to yank my arm away from her.First of all I did noteven know who she was for I had not ever been introduced to her. All she did wasgive me her card onceand said that she wasmy lawyer. No name except on card and when I called her office for her she never called back but once to tell me that Arthur Olsen wasalso my Attorney. Yetshe only had left me a message about this.Since June 2003 toyesturday and today I had not even seenher but once. Whenshe had grabbed me by the arm I was bythen highly upset.I don't like anyoneto touch me. Sandra Baker asked me whereI thought I was going?I told her to mind herown bussiness. I told her you are fired. Ihad turned around and Arthur Olsen ended upgetting behind me toblock my way. I toldSandra Baker I don't know who you are. She said, I am your attorneySandra Baker. Her hair was different then the day before. She didn't look like the very same woman. It kind of hadfreaked me out with herhair being different and her having makeupput on her face. Shelooked like she hadtwo totally differentpersonalities with herself. It was weird. When Arthur Olsen hadblocked my way to getout of their buildingI Carlila Sherman wastrapped. That gave Mrs.Sandra Baker access tograb me again by my arm and she shoved mefrom behind and told me that they neededme to go inside rightthen. I was afraid ofwhat was going on andvery confused. I feltthreatened all I hadwanted to do was to go home. I had just been in a car accident and I was still veryshook up over it andI had told Sandra Bakerjust that. Yet she hadinsisted that they just needed to talk to me. They had both pushed meinto a big conferenceroom. It was pretty bigand I felt like I was out of my own element. Before I could even sit down andget comfortable Sandrahad started yelling at me and throwing theseaccusations at me. Liketelling me that she knew that I had sexually abusedmy daughter. I was upsetand very angry. For this was suppose to of been myattorney whom all of this time was suppose to of protect me from harm.Yeah right. Just whatin the heck was going on? I looked her in the eye and told her youare stupid and not worthmy time. For I have nevertouched my child nor didI ever look at her wrong!so you are dead wrong andI do not care whom you think that you are but I will always love my little girl. I told her to stick it in her rear.I stopped talking but she just kept on trying toantagonize me. She evenstarted asking me how come I was upset? Yetshe kept doing just that.The thing was I wasn'tupset at all. At leastnot at that time. I wasjust frustrated that shewould accuse me. The one who saves lives not takeparts of them away frompeople. I held myself ona pedestal. Maybe just too high. Alot of times I felt invincible. Like nothing could really touchme nor harm me. But on this day I found out that I was totally wrong aboutlife. I could actually be touched and harmed by myown Government. The peopleI looked up to. My world was once again rocked andthis time I almost tumbled when reality kicked in bywhat I did next and what they did in return. The more Sandra Baker hadkept saying that I had donethis to my kid is when I got the feeling that she was up to something. Now if only I could find out what it is. I brainstormed for then I figured out aplan. So I acted like Iwas changing to a differentpersonalitie. You see Itook Drama years ago andthey taught us to do stufflike this. So I knew whatto do exactly. I know it sounds bad to of done thisbut I had never done anyharm in this when I havedone it before. Drama isgood for the soul. Alot of people do it in eachand every day of theirlives. I just do it for fun. I use to enjoy thethrill of the chase untilthis day when hell came over and I was racked by people who surrounded me and were idiots to of not known me at all. I thought that it was veryharmless as to what I was doing but I hadsoon found out that trouble was on the horizon and people are so naive in thisworld. It felt good to be acting. I have always wanted to be an actress. For SandraBaker it was a game I guess I played only too well. In the end I figured out that Iwas stupid to of doneany acting cause of the danger that thislawyer Sandra Bakerhad put on me and myunborn child. One of the things thatI had drawn a picture ofa church and acted like I was five years old. I know that what I did was wrong. But at thistime I had idea thatmy baby and I was in danger and I didn'tthink as to what Idid had been goingto do any harm toanyone. Plus I hadwanted to see what this witch was up to. But before Icould even haverealized what was going to happen 2 uniformed officershad shown up. Rightbefore they showed up Sandra had asked me,"if I had wantedto call anyone?"I asked her,"now why would I want to dothat?"This is before I had started acting out my cause. I had told her,"no" and I "said that I don't know why she shouldwant for me to go and call someone." I guess I shouldof taken the phone call and called for someone. For Sandrahad asked me if I had remembered the drawing that I drewwith the picture of the church. I said No but I was lying. I remembered it and I thought that we were still playing the game. This hereconversation was saidin front of the twoofficers. Sandra hadtold me that I wasneeded to go andgo with these heretwo officers. I told her that they weremen and I was not going anywhere withthem. She told methat I had no choice.I told her I am not going with them afterthey let a man buryme alive and that they are the cause of it. Then I told her that I would toPlease like to have that phone call now.Sandra Baker thensaid you had your chance and you blewit. Now you can't call anyone for anyhelp. It's too lateCarlila. If only Icould of wiped that grin right off of her face. But I hadheld my own. Sandra had theseofficers try and get a hold of me and they jerked onmy arms to grab ahold of me. Arthur Olsen had just satthere with his headhung low this wholeentire time. He hadknown what she wasgoing to do and allhe could do was sit there and let her do this to me. Thatis pretty low.  I had told one of those officers that I needed to reallyget something from my car. This did not feel right. As to  what this officer had done by pokinghis head into the car with me. Geez he acted like I was going to kill myself. For he wanted to knowwhat I was doing and if I had any sharp objects in the carthat I might of beengetting a hold of. I just looked at him like he was nuts. I also had told him tomind his own bussiness.I believe that I madehim mad for he jerked on my right arm andpulled me back awayfrom my car. I hadnever got what I hadwanted from my car. The next thing Iknew he went and opened up his backcar door and told me to get in. I toldhim I don't ride in the back seat of anyvehicle. He pushedme into his vehicle.After he did that Ifelt a sharp pain inmy stomache when I tried to turn aroundto get out of hisvehicle. I am verypregnant and highlyclostraphobic. Yethere I am being lockedin a vehicle. I hadno way to get out.The doors to thisvehicle wer lockedand I was having alotof trouble breathing.I don't think thatthis was very funny of the Springfield Police Department toof done to someone.My tummy pain was getting worse. Icould not believethat they would do this to me. Theofficer came backand asked me if Iwas not sure if Iwould go to thehospital I said sure and then I will tell them about my tummy hurting and thatyou did it whenyou had twistedmy body when you had put me into this vehicle. Itold him to take me to St. Johns orto my doctor. Hetold me that I wasto only go to Cox North. I told himit is against my religion to go to a hospital that I do not want to go to. He told me thatis tough for I willgo where he says Iwill go. I was forcedto go to a hospitalagainst my will and my religion. When I had gotten out of the Police vehicle my legs hadcollasped out fromunderneath me. The reason for this is because of all of the stress and thefact that I have anacute Spinal disorderand when that officerhad shoved me he hadknocked some more of my disks in my back out and my nerves werepinching very badly.I felt them slip evenfurther and I was nohappy camper. I knew then that something was seriously wrong with me and that I was going to feel the pain worse later.This had happened tome only several timesbefore for about the last 17-18 years sinceI had been in a verybad accident when Iwas younger.  When I had collaspedthe officer and hispartner were yellingat me to get up off of the ground. I toldthem I couldn't moveand that I needed somehelp for my legs arenumb. Just to pleasegive me a hand and slowly my feeling willcome back. They did it but too fast for I hadalmost had my legs giveout from under me again.I held onto the side oftheir vehicle for they were willing to let me fall and I would of done just that without it. I had to steadymyself and make surethat I could actuallywalk first. I don't think that they hadwanted to help me at all. Yet someone frominside brought out awheelchair for me to use. I sat down in it. It ended up that I was wheeled into thehospital and that theonly thing that was going to be done was for them to check my stomache out for itwas hurting reallybad there too alongwith the sharp painsin my legs. I wasthrough with this hospital Cox Northor so I thought. Ihad been tested foralmost everything. Inever received anyreport on how my baby was nor on what was wrong with me. Theykept my cathetar inme and a doctor came to tell me that theyneeded to do a psyceval. I asked what in the world for?I am pregnant andall I am here foris to get my stomachechecked out and that is it. He patted myknee and told me to just sit tight.  A little while latera lady came in and hadtold me that she wasthere to do a pysc eval. I told her to leave my room and toplease get out cause she is upseting me and I don't want youhere. She kept tryingto ask me questions but I ignored her andacted like she wasn't there. She was being a pain in the ass. Idon't know whom she thought that she was but she was not goingto upset me and thebaby inside of me. Orso I had thought. Shefinally left. I wasthanking God. The doctor finallycame back into the room to tell me thatthey were going tocome and take out mycathetar. During the hours that I was thereI had kept calling mystepmom. I didn't knowwhat these yo yos were up to. But I wish I really could of taken a guess. This is thejest of things is thatthey wanted me locked up because I am havebeen fighting them.So in turn they hadattemepted to kill me and my unborn child on this day. They came very closeto succeeding and Iam sorry to say thisbut as to what theydid next I put a tortwith the intent to Sue every single oneof these people whomdid what they had done next. I willshow you all proofpositive that this in fact happened. Iam going to have a friend of mine put the copies on this Web site. I am goingto tell you what hadhappened next. Forthose of you that want to throw up.Please feel free to do it. Afterall I have beensick by what hasbeen happening andstill is going oneven today.  I went ahead andhad gotten dressedafter they took mycathetar out. I hadthought that they were done checking me out so I dressedmyself. Think of itthis way noone likesto be in a hospital gown and running allaround the hospitallike that. I feel cold in there like that. That's one ofthe other reasons why I put my clothesback on. The doctorhad already come inand told me that hewould be back in afew minutes anywaysand everything wouldbe taken care of. Henever came back. Iwaited for over an hour and when I wentto go and call mystepmom again waswhen all hell brokeloose. I heard thedoors to the hallwaybeing shut. At that time I had the phonein my right when I turned around whenthey slammed shut.The Pysc eval ladywas blocking thearea to the doors.This was as I waslooking over my left shoulder. Ithen saw her nod at someone to my right. I saw two armed guards comingdown the hall. Thepsyc lady yelled atme to get my ass off of the phone.I told her that Ineeded to call my stepmom. She told then told me thatI had plenty enoughtime on the phone this evening. The time was only 3:37Pmand I had been thereonly for the last 4 hours. I went aheadand started dialingand glared at her.She had no right intelling me that Icould not talk tomy family. But evenbefore I knew what was going to happen the guard had yanked the phone out of myhand and slammed myfingers with the phone.I screamed at him notto hurt me and my baby.I became afraid for my life. I thought that when he had shoved meback that I was goingto be killed. I was pushed back into the psyc eval lady and she pushed me towards the room. That's when she told me to get outof my clothes and toput my gown back on.I told her no. I am not going to do it.I got part of the way back out of the room and tried to make a run for the doors. Your talking about somebody whois pregnant running for their life. Ididn't even make itto the doors when Iwas caught by herand she told me justto relax and do as they say. That's whenI told her that I amleaving and going on vacation or going togo to work so she hadbetter get out of myway for I was not going to put thatGown back on! I was mad and I had feltvery threatened byher and for my baby.But there was nowayfor her to order mearound and to tell me to do somethingagainst my will. Idid not want anythingto happen to my baby.I was more threatenedby her when she pushedme back into the roomand told me again to strip or these men would do it for me.Both guards advanced towards me and theystarted grabbing at my clothing when shehad told me that if I didn't do it thenthese guards could do anything they hadwanted to me and she would just turn herback and not pay anyattention. So they were trying to forcemy clothes off of meand have their way with me. I finallyscreamed at them toPlease stop and I'llchange. These guards had meant to rape me.By then I was wishingfor death. What they had done was not rightand I felt violated.Yet if things could get worse they did.I had just finished putting my gown backon and put my jacket over it when the ladyhad come back in withthe guards in tow. Ihad my money belt withall of my life in itwhen she demanded to have it. I told herno for this is mylife in here. She tried yanking themoney belt from mebut I held tight.Yet again she hadthreatened me withthe guards again. Iknew that this waslike the end of the line for me. I tookthe pictures of mydaughter out andhanded her my money belt. That is whenshe yelled at me and told me to handover the picturestoo. I told her toscrew you and that these are my picturesof my daughter. Thatis when I had no ideathe extremes that shewould actually take.She then told the guards to take me down that DFS and Sandra Baker haveall given orders forme to be taken down.I was elbowed twice in the stomache and knocked to the floor.It hurt so bad thatI couldn't move. Shewas yelling at me toget up but I couldn'tmove. The guards and her picked me up off of the flor and they slammed me hard when they had put me in a wheel chair. All I could do was cry for my baby inside was hurting me.  I was taken upstairssomewhere and in pain.Noone at that time had paid any attention to me when I was screamingmy baby is hurt. I couldfeel it. Something wasdone wrong to my baby and they did it to me.I never thought thatanyone would ever harman unborn child but they did and thatwill be kept for meto tell at another time. When they tookme upstairs they dideverything possibleto me to make sure Ifelt degraded. I was drilled on questionsfirst and ignored themto the hilt for I wasin pain and they didnot care about me or my pain nor my baby.The next step was forthem to strip searchme and I mean a fullstrip search. As in a pole up your ass andbending you over evenif it hurts. Then theyspread your butt cheeksand stick a pole thing there in your hole and it hurts. So what is alittle pain who knows?Not me. This was themost severe treatmentand degradation of lifeone could ever have. Ithen had these peoplea man and a woman whomdid all of this to me,that also lifted up mybreast and they had tolook and touch me inevery way possible. Ialmost bit the man forhe was even checking my teeth and I justwanted to go and lay down and rest to maybe help my pain. It took them almost threehours for them to get done doing this. I had blood running down my legs and they nevergave a hoot about thedanger my baby had been put in and the dangershe was at that timein. It was 7:39 PMwhen they finally gotdone with me and letme call my family. Iwas suppose to take my mom to her doctors Appointment the verynext morning. My mom had almost died becauseof them. She was highlyupset that she didn't have a way to get toher doctors Appointmentnow for they put me ina lock down Unit in thepysc ward. Sandra Bakertold them I was goingto kill myself. This is against my religion.I was not even told thatI was going to be locked up. So when I asked themif I could go home theylaughed at me. I toldthem that if my motherhas even the slightestheart attack I will be suing you all. Take aguess what did happen.My mom was so upset shetried to reach her heartmedicine but fell to the floor having chest pains with noone to help herup. She finally crawledand got to her medicinebut had trouble openingthe bottle. She endedup having to take allthree nitro pills in order for her to stayalive. She told me whathad happened when I hadgone back home. One of brothers took her tothe doctors appointment and had to get off of work to bring her backhome. He was not veryhappy that this was done to me his sister and neither was onewho is my power ofAttorney. He calledfor a lawyer almost immediately. He knew that noone but him had the power to lockme up but him. He was also highly upset. Mymom was left for deadby the uncaring ways of these people. Youjust don't do this to people. Hurt them anyways you can but theydid. Please read thenext insert on what happened for the rest of my stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753338793749970?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753338793749970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753338793749970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753338793749970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753338793749970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/unborn-childs-victim-act-done-on.html' title='THE UNBORN CHILDS VICTIM ACT DONE ON MOTHER AT THE ORDERS FROM DSS AND THE ATTORNEYS'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753322576818079</id><published>2006-01-17T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:27:05.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRING THE FIRST TWO ATTORNEYS</title><content type='html'>October 28th 2003 I went to Sandra Bakersoffice whom was supposeto of been one of mylawyers, along withArthur Olsen being theother one. I had handedSandra Baker a letter at5:07P.M. The letter wasto inform her that her and Arthuer Olsen were fired for not helpingmy case ever at alland both of them werenot doing their job.I walked out of her(Sandra Bakers) officebefore she could read the paperwork. Half anlater Sandra Baker callsme up at home and saysthat she and Arthur Olsen would like to have a meeting withme in the morning at10:00 AM. I said sure whatever. I didn'teven have a clue as to what kind of gamethese lawyers had been about to play next. Yetif I could turn backthe clock. I would ofnever of gone becausemy unborn child wasput at great risk. Ijust had no clue. Notone person ever toldme how powerfull and what our own Governmentwould do to you andyour person. I knew that the Governmentwas powerfull but Idid not know that they would go to the extra mile totry and kill me andmy unborn child. Ihad no clue as towhat was going tohappen. I am stillmad about what our Government put methrough and I findit hard to forgive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753322576818079?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753322576818079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753322576818079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753322576818079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753322576818079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/firing-first-two-attorneys.html' title='FIRING THE FIRST TWO ATTORNEYS'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753315543726439</id><published>2006-01-17T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:25:55.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROLLAR COASTER RIDE WITH DSS RULES ON CHILD WITH ME</title><content type='html'>AUGUST 29TH 2003 I got to see my daughter again today. But half way through she got upset causeDFS now called DSS has rulesand their rules state that at no given time am I allowedto iniate conversations or any kind of hugging. That theonly one whom can do this ismy daughter Nattassia knownas the child and she has todo it herself. I was onlyfollowing thier rules. Mydaughter had gotten up andwent out of the room, while stomping her feet in the process. She was ranting and raving that she felt like the parent cause I didn't speak first. This was all because I didn't start the conversation firstbecause I was folowing DFSrules. My daughter was highlyupset cause of me folowingthier rules. She was so veryupset so I left cause it wasfor the best. On my way out Holly Cooperthe caseworker had grabbeda hold of my wrist a yanked my arm in the process and then she had the gall to tell me that I didn't haveto follow all of thier rules.I think to myself so whichis it? I was brought up that rules were not to be broken. DFS taught me that.They made sure that no rule of thiers was to be ever broken. So now I have infact become highly confused.What kind of games is DFSplaying with me? Every timeI turn around they want rulesbroken or to have new rules.I was thinking at this timethat I will never know what they will do next. But I had taken several wild guesses and came to a conclusion that the games were only begining and that I was not going tosee my daughter againbecause of these idiots.I didn't go to the second floor of the DFS buildingto play games as in to OBEYor DISOBEY with thier rules that they wont give me spaceto understand what is goingon. I am sorry but it is justgetting a little old by nowwith them playing these kidsgames with me. I had felt like I was on a rollar coasterride and thier is no way off and I still feel like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753315543726439?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753315543726439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753315543726439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753315543726439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753315543726439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/rollar-coaster-ride-with-dss-rules-on.html' title='ROLLAR COASTER RIDE WITH DSS RULES ON CHILD WITH ME'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113753297802263520</id><published>2006-01-17T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:22:58.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation changed from one to the next</title><content type='html'>August 24th 2003&lt;br /&gt; My daughter had toldme that the man Rodger Curry,whom had been inour house living withus,had been sexuallyabusing her for awhile.I asked her how come shenever told me? She said she felt like the other women. She's a child andI told her that. I toldher that I guess my friend Gary was right. That is when she interupted andsaid what no, that is theman whom you were takingme to off of the internet.I looked at my daughterand then told her you arewrong. I was not takingyou to him. I was goingto see him all by myselfwithout you until youpulled your stunt withbreaking my nose on the 8th of June. My daughter was confused then. Shelooked at her counselorthen at me and then saidbut I thought that you were taking me to seehim. I explained to my child that he did nottrust you and never everwanted to meet you. She was upset and told mebut why did you call him?I told her that he wantedto make sure that you wereokay cause he knew that something caused you totry and force drugs down my throat and hit me inmy nose. He thought thatyou were getting verydangerous. That is when Nattassia said but I have always been a good kid. Idon't think that she hadreally ever believed me.What she thought was notwhat had been going on tobegin with. I could tellthat she was upset by thisinfo but that is tough fortelling lies about what hadbeen really going on is not something that I do. I was shocked that my childhad changed our conversationfrom what Rodger did to herto this. She never had fully explained to me what went onbetween Rodger and her. Itseemed that she what she hadwanted was to find out aboutmy good friend Gary instead.I just wanted to know what in the heck did go on while I was at work. She never did tell me at that time. I waseven more shocked that my daughter had mentioned thatRodger had done somethingsexual to her seeing howthe medicine he took madehim unable to have sex. Forhe couldn't get it up forthe medicine prevented himfrom doing just that. Istill have the pamplet hisdoctor gave him to give methat it was immpossible forany medicine to even helphim to get it up. But whenmy child did not tell me any details or anything Iwondered about how much was she not telling meand whether she was lying to me and them about it. Itold her that I believed her but I really didn't. Nothing matched with thereality of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113753297802263520?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113753297802263520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113753297802263520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753297802263520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113753297802263520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/conversation-changed-from-one-to-next.html' title='Conversation changed from one to the next'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113684729458925874</id><published>2006-01-09T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:54:54.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DETECTIVE SHOWS BACK UP</title><content type='html'>Some where around   August 25th or 26th  2003.&lt;br /&gt; I opened up my frontdoor and the detectiveLori Everett is standingon my door step. She hadwanted to know if she could come in. I asked her how come. She toldme that they could do this the easy way or the hard way. I asked her what did she mean?She said that she needed my signature on thispiece of paper she hadfor they needed to ripup my carpet and getsome samples from it.She then told me thatif I didn't do it thatthey were going to haveto go to a judge and get a court order yet they would rather getme to coroperate withthem and that they would let the courts know that I did do somecoroperating with them.I asked her why would need to rip up some ofmy cartpet? She saidthat they needed it tocomplete my daughters case against Rodger. Isigned the piece ofpaper cause I figuredthat if I didn't theywould use it against me. She used a bunch of lights and asked mequestions about Rodgerand myself having sex.We never had sex but Ilied and told her that we did. I thought thatthe reason Rodger hadnever had sex with mewas cause he couldn't perform. He was one ofthe frist men who didn'tseem to want me for sex. I told her that eventhough I had an exparteagainst Rodger that hecontinues to call me.Some were threats othershe wanted me to talk tohim. After what he had done to me I didn't want to talk to him. Frankly I was scared to deathof him. If he knew Iwas alive he would ofcome back and killedme. I knew that he wastrying to drive me overthe edge and so did he. I was asked questionsafter questions by the detective. She tried to make me feel comfortable around her. But anythingabout Rodger made me feelansy. I was mad at thewhole world. Noone couldunderstand that anyoneasking questions aboutRodger would make me madbeyond belief after allthe system screwed up and let him get awaywith trying to murder me. So I was on edge and I had every right to be. Even when she listened to the messages that Rodger left me. Iwas frozen in place andcouldn't move. Lori said something to me and I didn't hear her. It was like I was in a trance.I asked her,"what did she say?" She repeated thathe had sounded Meticulousdidn't he? I said yes, yeshe did.  The detective stayed there for about four hours. I wasgreatfull when she had left.I felt better when noone wasaround. Yet, after she leftreality kicked in and I hadbroken down and cried likeI never had before. I criedfor myself, my child and forlife that had treated me so ever badly. I missed my childgiving me hell all the time.I would tell her to do one thing like the dishes andshe would laugh at me andsay she was going to tellGrandma on me and say Iwas trying to force herto do child Labor. She hadeveryone wrapped around her fingers but me. I knewwhat she was about and knewthat no matter what shecouldn't con me. She wasalways trying to. But byher not telling me about what Rodger did to her I felt that indeed she hadfinally found somethingto con me about. Later on after I had wentthrough all of this LoriEverett the detective hadleft a message that theyhad caught Rodger and thathe was being held on a bondfor $250,000. I so greatfullthat he was behind bars. Atlast he was thrown in jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113684729458925874?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113684729458925874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113684729458925874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684729458925874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684729458925874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/detective-shows-back-up.html' title='DETECTIVE SHOWS BACK UP'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113684722618430733</id><published>2006-01-09T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:53:46.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CALLED CASEWORKER ON ABUSE ON CHILD</title><content type='html'>AUGUST 25th 2003   I made a phone callto one Holly Cooperat 11:58 AM. I hadinformed her that Idid not appreciateSusan Benson hittingmy kid Nattassia andalso her counselor-Mindy Ellis squeezingNattassia's shoulders and shaking her in the process. I toldHolly that this isblantant child abuseon my child and I wontstand for it. I told her that I wanted to file a complaint withthe abuse hotline onboth Susan Benson andMindy Ellis. Holly hadstated that she would do this immediately. Ihad told her that she had better do it andhave them charged with abuse on my child. She informed me that I can not do that and then hung up on me. I guess that this meansthey don't want charges filed on anyone for abuseon a child. At that time I had no idea that I couldof done it. I thought that Holly Cooper was telling me the truth that there was no way that I could do it. That's what I get for believing her causenothing was ever filedon it to this date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113684722618430733?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113684722618430733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113684722618430733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684722618430733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684722618430733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/called-caseworker-on-abuse-on-child.html' title='CALLED CASEWORKER ON ABUSE ON CHILD'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113684715062917811</id><published>2006-01-09T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:52:30.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COROCEIAN ON DOCUMENTATION FOR TREATMENT PLAN</title><content type='html'>JULY 23rd 2003&lt;br /&gt; DSS handed me thisdocument that said that it was a TreatmentPlan. I asked them to please let me take ithome so that I could read it. I explained that I am partial Dislexic. They didn'tcare. They told mefine you take it home and if you don't signit right now then you will never see your kid dead or alive again. Now do you understand what you have to do? Cleo Moehl and Lisa Streetwas the ones whom told this to me. Butyet there is a whole room full of peopleand I am scared ofnot seeing my child ever again. Because of this threat made to me on this dayat 4:18PM I went ahead and signed it. Cause I deeply wanted to see mydaughter again.Judge Thomas Mounjoy was notthere but he signed it later that daysaying he was a witness. Like it was signed in front of him. I did not even have court until October2003. Something was put in writing on this document that had only been found outin August. Another words it was added after it was signed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113684715062917811?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113684715062917811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113684715062917811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684715062917811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684715062917811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/coroceian-on-documentation-for.html' title='COROCEIAN ON DOCUMENTATION FOR TREATMENT PLAN'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113684704986614062</id><published>2006-01-09T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:50:49.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOSTER MOTHER AND COUNSELOR DOING ABUSE ON CHILD</title><content type='html'>August 24th 2003  I went to see Nattassia(my daughter) at 3:00 PMin Mindy Ellis off. I hadto sit in the outer roomfrom the office. The one with all of the chairs andsome toys for kids. Nattassiawasn't there yet. So I just sat down and waited for herto get there. When my childdid get there her foster mom had brought her. They were 9 minutes late. I wasgetting pretty worried fora little bit cause I know how my daughter likes tobe puntual for things. It was when my daughterhad finally gotten there, that I had noticed that mydaughter had acted like she was scared. This hadalerted me to the factthat something is notquite right here withthis picture. My daughterhad run over to me and gave me a big hug like she had never wanted tolet me go. Susan Benson her foster mom hit Nattassiain the back of the head.She told Nattassia to stop hugging me cause she wasnot allowed to touch me.My daughter whacked herback and told her not to ever hit her again. Finally Mindy Ellis hadcome out and took Nattassiain her office first. At thistime I had only had threesessions with my daughter and Mindy E. her counselor.I had to have these because of the lies that Susan Bensontold DSS. You see all of theother times I had gotten tosee my daughter a caseworker was only present twice. All of the others they used theFoster Mother whom had wantedto adopt my child. Now isn't that a conflict of Interest if you've ever seen one? Getfoster mom to say something bad about mom especially whenshe tells you to your face that your daughter is now her daughter and that sheis adopting her. That is very cruel and mean in my own opinion. I had to just take this cruel punishment.I felt like I had deservedit for calling the police on a man for beating me up.It was his way of paying me back for calling the cops onhim. Little bit by little Ihave realized that from aprison cell Rodger is infact right. They are lettinghim win. I can't do that.Anyways this foster mom hadalso told DSS that I was talking about Rodger andother men. She would tellDSS that I was telling mydaughter that he has his own case. As far as I had known Rodger was never partof mine and my daughters case.At least that is what I hadthought. The thing is mydaughter had been the onetrying to ask questions about Rodger. I would tellher to never mind anything about him. So here I am beingconfused by whats going on. In the meeting with Mindyeverything went well untilNattassia gave me another hug as I was getting readyto go out the door. She wastelling me that she lovedme very much and misses me.Suffice it to say it upsetme very much as to what hadhappened next. Mindy Ellis squeezed Nattassia's upperarms and shook her causingher to scream out in pain.Mindy told her to quit withhugging and telling me that she loves me, for that is no allowed. My daughter screamedat Mindy to never harm heragain. My daughter had tearsrunning down her face whenMindy Ellis took her awayand into her office. TheFoster Mom Susan Benson went with them. The last thing I saw that day wasmy daughter crying and shewas signing to me in sign Language the I Love You sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113684704986614062?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113684704986614062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113684704986614062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684704986614062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684704986614062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/foster-mother-and-counselor-doing.html' title='FOSTER MOTHER AND COUNSELOR DOING ABUSE ON CHILD'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113684694071055717</id><published>2006-01-09T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:49:00.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THREATS TO KILL MY MOTHER CAUSE COPS FAILED TO ARREST RODGER</title><content type='html'>June 11th 2003&lt;br /&gt; Rodger came home at6:30 AM. to razz meabout Nattassia not being there. I told him that this is your fault. He Said,"ofcourse it is. I toldyou that if you wereto go to the police,that I have you setup that even you can't break it. Now whathave you got to sayBitch? Nothing not a dog gone thing and you know it! Noone and I mean noone canhelp you now! Believeme when I tell younext time, that thepolice will believe me and not you everand they wont believeanything that you haveever told them aboutme." This went on forhours. His ranting andyelling about Tassiabeing gone and how Iwas going to be put away cause I am thebigest Bich. All Icould do was to takeeverything that he hadbeen throwing my waycause I knew that yet again the Police had let Rodger win. By what you will see in the rest of this youwill understand by hisreactions and threats how The SpringfieldPolice Dept let thiernoncompliance with nottaking him into custodydid more damage. It was getting pretty close to the time I hadto leave for my metting with 2 people when Rodger jumped up and came up across the room. He hadgrabbed me by my hairand shoved me against the wall and in doing so he then enclosed hishand around my throat.Rodger squeezed my neck so tight I thought thathe was going to kill me.Instead he told me,"thatI had no choice but to tell them these thingsthat he wanted me to tell them. Other wisewhen we came back on our way back home he would make sure that he was to make a stopat my mothers Apartmentand kill her in front of my eyes." Rodger hadtold me about how he would start by cuttingout my moms Gallblader."I made the mistake oflaughing and he squeezedmy neck alot more tighterthen before. He Yelledat me not to FuckingLaugh for he had beenvery seriously thinkingof doing this for quitesome time. He told me ifI did it again then he would fuckin kill meright there and thenand instantly. You hearme you little cunt? Ithen had tears streamingdown my face and I slowlynodded at him. Rodger hadcontinued by saying,"okay now listen to me and youneed to listen well. I will cut out your moms kidneys and I probalywould finish it up byputting your moms heartin your hands." He lookedme right in the eye andthen told me,"do you knowhow easy the cops haveset it up so that I couldframe you for your motherbeing murdered? So easythey have made it. Don'tyou just love it? I can get away with murder in this little side show townof yours and make theseidiot cops think that you murdered your own Mother."He told me that he wasgoing with me to make surethat I tell everyone whathe wanted me to tell them and if I am not out in onehour then he would makesure that afterwards mymother was dead for sure."He said that,"this was his best setup yet and even that he knew thatthey would bring in adetective." I thoughthe was crazy for what in the heck is he talkingabout and then I realizedthat indeed he would killmy mother and set me upfor her murder. He meantevery word of it. By then I was scared to death. Ihad no idea even what he was meaning by saying adetective. For I was soonto discover that his setupworked and they are stillletting him win. I took off after Rodgermade his threat and I wentgo to my meeting of the 2 people that were supposeto be of been there as towhen I got there. Rodgerwent with me to make surethat everything would go his way and that I would do exactly as he wanted.I followed his lead anddid as he asked after Ihad to wait a long time.Rodger had already rockedthe boat when he went upto thier window and haddemanded to see his daughter.She was and is not his child and I told him soright then and there. Heeven squeezed my armwhen I said that to him.He was mad I could tell.The security man waseven on Guard when Rodgerwas there. I knew this security Guard prettywell and he saw Rodgerdoing what he did. Heeven nodded at me inreconnection to let meknow if I got into anytrouble with him whileI was there that he would take care of it.The longer I waitedthe more frightened I got. When they hadfinally come to take me back I was shaking.I didn't know what hadtaken so long. I didn'tknow how much longer that Rodger was goingto just stand there pacing back and forthbefore he would go tomy moms apartment andkill her if these idiotsdidn't hurry up. Theydidn't seem to realize that I would not of been in this positionif the police had donethier job. Lisa Street had lied to me for there wasnot going to be just a meeting of 2 peopleand only me. There was12 or more people inthis room. For one ofthe things is that I am very Clostraphobic.This is due to another thing that happened while I was in the careof DFS now DSS. The second thing is I waslied to from Lisa Street.This was no meeting of 2 people and I do not like to be lied to. Ihad no idea who any of these people were. The only thing that I had wanted was for them to please hurry up for the clock was ticking awayto tell them these lies and make them think thatI did this what ever hetold me to tell them bynot saying I did. I didnothing wrong but to callcop again for help andnow I have to pay forcalling them. Rodger hadgiven me tops an hour todo this in and indeedbecause of them I wastrapped. All I could think of was to save my mom. Save myself. I don't remember any questions. I do remembertelling them that I ampartial dislexic. Underpresure I can not reador write. But to them this did not matter theysaid that I had to signthis piece of paper. Ihad no idea what it wasat the time cause whenI am under the kind ofpresure that I was under, I really didn'tunderstand what wasgoing on at that time.I knew that I didn'twant my mom to die andthat the Police wouldlet him get away withher being murdered. Iknew that he could ofhad it setup to look like it was me and Iwas scared that yet,again he was going tobe right. Look at allthat had happened so far. When someone putsyou under StockholmSyndrome there is noway out. You have todo everything they tellyou to do or pay theconsequences. As I didso many times before.Noone in this room ofpeople would of under-stood what I had beengoing through and whatI had to do.  I am not sure but I believe that the pieceof paper that they had me signed was my Miranda Rights. I keep trying toremember what it was butI can't remember. I canremember something tosay that she can tape me. But I don't remember what it was for and noonewill tell me what it was.Bits and pieces keep oncoming back but I was soscared and am afraid thatI will never remember allof what went on that day. I was never told thatthis hear meeting was ahearing. So from what Iknow of my knowledge andthier paper work that this was not a 72 hour hearing or meeting nordid I have any of themwithin 72 hours by the state laws. I do in factremember before leaving these people that I hadasked them yet again,"doyou all have any paperwork saying that you could keep my daughter. They all ignored me andjust looked at each other and laughed. Notany one of these peoplegave me any kind ofdocumentation statingthat they could takemy child. I don't everremember being asked if I could have an attorney present. Thestate that I was inno one could of askedme for anything andit was not right. Yetalso not fair. Beingput in a bad positionis not very cool. ForDSS and the Springfield Police Department put me in danger by notarresting this verydangerous man. I had hurried throughthis meeting with thesepeople to save my mom.When I did come out thefirst thing that Rodger said when I came out was,"where is Nattassia?" Itold him was,"why don't you ask them? After allI told those lies foryou so that you wouldnot KILL MY MOTHER!" Hethen stomped out of thebuilding ahead of meand his parting words were that you will pay for that Bitch! He saidthis just as we were passing the securityguy. We got into the carand Rodger continued to yell and chastisedme all the way home.He was telling me thatmaybe he should go andkill my mother any ways.He said I didn't lie well enough for them togive me back my daughter.That some how I held back and they kept mydaughter because I wasnot good enough to lie for him. Why did I dothat to him and notlet them give me backmy daughter. Was I out to get him? That onsecond thought maybe he should kill all ofus. My stepmom too and even in front ofmy dad. Yeah that partwould kill your owndad! Then your motheralong with your brothers.Then torture you for notlying to these peoplewell enough for them togive you back Nattassia.He then smacked me upsidethe head and called me a Bitch. He told me thatI would pay. Rodger hadmeant every word he wassaying as I was drivingonour way home. I was very thankful for when I pulled in for by the time I did I was in tearscause he kept whackingme upside the back ofmy head telling me he was going to have greatpleasure in killing me.Well Rodger never didat that time get to tryand kill me cause whenwe had pulled in therecoming up the sidewalkwas the Detective, Lori Everett. As soon as Ihad gotten out of the car the detective hadsomething in her hand and it was a warrant to search my apartment.They took my computerwith everything thatcame with it. Anotherthing that I had foundout was that my daughterhad also told them thatI showed her pornographyfrom my computer. I hadpornography as anothermeans to try and get Rodger out. Not to show to my child. My diskread Not for EYES onthem. The thing I don'tunderstand is why didthe police never askme if Rodger had had a computer and yet theytake mine. The police have never given meback my computer to this day. Yes, I hadfriends whom warned me that with RodgerI was playing a verydangerous game usingthe pornography to gethim to leave. They knew that he would eventuallytry and kill me for whatI was doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113684694071055717?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113684694071055717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113684694071055717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684694071055717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684694071055717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/threats-to-kill-my-mother-cause-cops.html' title='THREATS TO KILL MY MOTHER CAUSE COPS FAILED TO ARREST RODGER'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113684680227160264</id><published>2006-01-09T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:46:42.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSS NOT ALLOWING STATE OFFICIAL IN ON CASE</title><content type='html'>OCTOBER 2003  In October 2003 about midweek I called NormaChampion. I told her what was going on with Department of SocialServices. She calledme back a week later to inform me that DSSsaid that it was aPrivate case and thatthey couldn't let her in to find out what was going on. Now howcan they do this to someone of her stature?She is in office. Yet,they refused to let a goverment official in?Something is fishy heredon't you all think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113684680227160264?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113684680227160264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113684680227160264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684680227160264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684680227160264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/dss-not-allowing-state-official-in-on.html' title='DSS NOT ALLOWING STATE OFFICIAL IN ON CASE'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113684665246855887</id><published>2006-01-09T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:44:12.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRASSMENT AND SLANDER OF CHARACTER</title><content type='html'>June to August 2003&lt;br /&gt; Every time I have togo to work Department of Social Services allof a sudden calls me within an hour to twohours telling me thatI am having either a meeting with them or one with my child. I Carlila Sherman wouldhave no choice but to cancel work. This leftme without being able to work with this hereconstant harrassment.What I mean by that is that DSS would even call me while I was at work on my cell phone or the place where I was working at. Theyeven told me one timein the middle of givingsomeone CPR to quitdoing it and talk tothem. I shut my cellphone off. It was myjob to save lives andthey were telling me to speak to them. Thatis not right for themto of done. They have even tried to down mein court by saying Iam stupid and would know nothing medicalabout my child noranyone else. I geta great kick out ofthese idiots for theyhave shown me much stupidity yet they are clever in thier ways. So what ever anyone ever thinks never think that these people areworking for youand that they areby far dumb. Theyare not stupid. Theywere doing everythingin thier powers to tryand make me upset while I was at work or so Icouldn't go to work.Yet it worked whenall of a sudden thepeople whom I had been working forreceived many ofthese complaints onme and one of themretrieved a documentfrom the Family SafetyCare Registry that hadstated that I had sexually abused my child Moderately. This is called slander.I was refused the rightto have a jury of mypeers. I was refused theright to protect myself from harm. It was evenput in writing about mebeing refused a jury of my peers. Telling me thatI had to talk with DSS instead. No justice is within the system of any state. You are not allowedto ever protect yourselffrom harm. Your attorneyworks for them not you.On January 19th 2006 Iwill loose my CNA license that I worked my butt off to get because my name has been slandered so bad that noone will eventouch me. I blame noonebut DSS. It is a crime for people to damage onescareer but they have noqualms about doing it.Of course they use itin court against you.Saying you are paying no child Support,no food,and buying your childrenno toys. Yet how can youwhen noone will hire you cause of your characterbeing detroyed piece bypiece. This is how theytry and destroy you andwith you not being able to have your children back. After all if you can't pay for this stuff the State Law says that you can have parental rights taken away because you can't take care of your children. Clever of them huh? I am suing them on this for it is wrong to destroy the definitionof my character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113684665246855887?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113684665246855887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113684665246855887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684665246855887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684665246855887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/harrassment-and-slander-of-character.html' title='HARRASSMENT AND SLANDER OF CHARACTER'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113684648341861385</id><published>2006-01-09T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:41:23.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONT'D FROM ABUSE BY THE SYSTEM#1</title><content type='html'>The Abuse within the system had started from the age of ten. This is when they had first taken me into the system. I was only in the system for about 6 months then. I got to go back home when I turned 11. I had changed because of the most terrifying things that a child could see what was happening to theseother children. I remember being in what we call the Newspaper of this town called the Springfield Newsleader. I had one of the best gardens made at what they called the Springfield Childrens Home. Even though I was a good kid, It changed me into a bad child in no time flat. We wereallowed to smoke. Thiswas something my own dad had forbided me todo. I for the most hadsex with anyone. I was taught that it had beenokay for me to have sex. I learned to disarm thealarm systems. I would in fact climb out of thewindows after a bunch of us disarmed thier alarms. Because I was so mature I was the only 11 year old whom was allowed to go to the Good Samaritan Boys Ranch for thier dances. This wasn't also because I was mature but that my own dad had told them I was not to date until I was 16 years old. So in turn they let me do what ever my dad had said that he had not wanted me to do.  Through this system I had been taught to steal, cheat and lie. The one thing that the Department Of FamilyServices had put in my brain was that I was not allowed to ever show anyone how smart I was. They would play tapes to make you the child suicidal. This was while you were asleep at night. They would lean over you whispering things to you while you slept to make you feel suicidal. I was a watcher so Iwatched these peopledo these things to theother kids and when they did it to me. I would pretend that I was asleep so that Iwould not be noticed.I would always take my drug that they slipped me and trash it in the toilet. I did not want to be drugged up. Most of the children were drugged up and kept that way for a verylong time.  I went back home and was very angry at life. I was told that my own dad and mom hated me and that they never hadcared for me. They also told me that my very own parents were going to put me up for adoption. At first I had never really believed them. I didn't think thatthat for one reasonmy dad or mom woulddo that. But thingswhen I went back homeseemed just as they had told me. When I had gone back home for my first time, I had gotten to thinking that because my parents were getting a divorice that thosepeople whom had told me all of that fromthe Department ofFamily Services were right that my parents had never really cared for me. I had in fact blamed myself for them seperating. I tried every stunt in the books to try my dads and moms patients. I stole, I lied and had yelled at my dad. I really treated my own dad and mom like dog meat. I had lost all respect for life. I became something that my own parents didn't know how to handle. But most of all I was mad at God. Why did things have to turn from the good loving life that I had to go and have hell for my life? What happened to camping, fishing, swimming and hunting? The laughter? What happened to that? Why did they mess me up? Why did Department of Family Services do this by brainwashing me? Why couldn't they of just let me be me? They couldn't do that because that would of meant they couldn't of controlled everyaspect of my life. I never would of gone through hell and back if the things that it all started with had never of had happened to the very end. I am going to tell of the begining from when Iwent back in the system and why I am clostraphobic today. I was 13 years old and I had gotten into a fight with one of my brothers. I was tired and had felt that after being in the care of the State Of thishere place called Missouri, that maybe the Department of Social Services was in fact right about what theyhad told me. That noonehad really cared about me. So I was upset at everyone and thought that noone  did care about me. I hadgotten into a fight with one of my brothers and Icalled the cops. In turn that phone call changed my whole life. I had demandedto go back into the care of the State of Missouri. This is how they control you by making you not want to be with your family. I lasted almost 2 years but not quite. My dad was mad and told me that I could not come back home until I was 18 if I did that. That had made me thinkmore possitively that they were right. That my dad had never cared for me.I had prayed so hard thatmy own dad would show methat they were wrong aboutmy own parents. But little did I know that what theyhad done was to brainwashme into thinking thesethoughts about my own family. See they also used my own brothers asa pawn in thier game. They knew that one of them whom is my youngest brother and I were close because of our ages. So I was even told that he is much happier withoutme around and that he has found a new sister more interesting then me. They used thier words with care. They made sure that I was going to be unhappy where ever I went through out my lifewithout them. ThisDepartment of SocialServices protects nochild. That is whatthey are called todayinstead of Departmentof Family Services.you can change the name but not what you have done to all of us children. Early I went to the end, middle, but now I have to tell you the begining from a child the age of 13. Then I will tellyou everything that has happened within the last two and ahalf years. I mean everything. This partis before I was everraped. I have not told anyone aboutthis until I knewthat there was nochoice. I am sorrythat people forcedme not to tell bythe threats that they had made tome and lots of theother children inour world. I was afrightened childthen. I knew thepower that thesepeople held. Mostpeople don't knowthe power. I wanteveryone to knowthat these peoplemade me whom I amtoday. I am justas smart as theyare and even more.They hate the fact that I know thierevery move before they make it. Ifa child had beenin the system ofany state it is guaranteed thatthose childrenwere trained bythem. It's whatthey call beingcontrolled. Youhave what theywould say likebasic trainingfor brainwashing.This is what yourtax dollars payfor. Even childsupport that theymake you pay thatpays for this.After all thierpriviledge forall the AmericanChildren is whatthey call obsolete.You mean nothingto noone. Your lifeis violated daily.Don't feel sorryfor me or the restof those children.Feel sorry for ourgovernment that hasput us through onetragedy after another.You as a person do nothold yourself hostage.They hold you hostagefor life. By what youare going to read you will understandthat danger lurkedeverywhere for allchildren in this heresystem. I went back into thesystem. I felt thatlife was going to begood. What I didn't know was how wrong Iwas. I ended up backat the SpringfieldChildrens Home. Fora while everythingwas good. Then oneday I made a mistake.I walked into a houseparents room. If onlyI could change the clock back in timeand not of done that.The houseparent Howardwas having sex with one of the femalechildren. I gaspedand ran out of theroom. This in turnchanged everything.One mistake and allyour life goes tohell. What I caughtthem in him doing gotme caught up in asexual vortex. Therewas no going back.I was threatened notto tell anyone andthen I was paid for sex with anyone. Iremember the envelopethat was white andalways had money init. Anywhere from$100.00 to $200.00.I would sneak a bottleof a sleeping coughmedicine under themattress in order tosleep. I tried to putthe blame on that asto why I was doingas I was told to havesex with anyone andto get paid for it.I felt ashamed of mylife and I was verydepressed. I didn'thave anyone to helpme. All caseworkersand most houseparentswere involved. The only ones whom weren'tinvolved were one we called Jear Bear, theother Howard and LoisKushner our trainingteacher downstairs.Even the cook wasinvolved when ourother one had quit.All of the others would all pat us on the butt. Hatingthat and having sexfor money gives youno strong morals inlife. Girls whom didget pregnant had beendropped off at this house that was fullof pregnant teenagers.Those girls would goback to the Childrens Home after they gave thier babies to thestate. If they foughtthem on the baby theywere sedated and takento the psyc ward withthem saying that theywere trying to killthemselves. Most ofthe children didn'tfight because theydidn't want to be locked up in the psycward for life. The Department ofFamily Services gaveall children a psycdoctor for you tosee. I had Dr. Keith Noble. He was a nut.He drew Aliens andlet us all cuss ateach other. He wouldwrite down whatever we said then at the end of our session he would read whatwe had said. One ofthe girls he wouldencourage her to lightmatches. This girland I do remember hername but I don't needto tell you her name,she thought that it was neat that she hadkilled her own parentsby striking a match and doing a deliberateact and burning herparents alive. She hadeven watched them die.She thought that it wasso cool. She was onewhom always laughedabout watching them die. I personally hadthought that this wassick behavior and Ididn't understand howDr. Noble could lether light a match.This was encouraging her in her acts. Wecalled her the firegirl as a nickname. A few months laterI had a houseparentby the name of Rossane.This houseparent didthe unforgivable actto me as a child. Iwas off of the pointsystem and proud ofit. But I didn't likekeeping my closet howRossane wanted it.This was to the point of perfection. I camein from playing balland went to my room.Rossane was in my room. I was upsetthat she was goingthrough my closet.I told her to pleaseleave my closet alone.She started screaming at me that my binders weren't in the correctarea. Next thing I hadknown she was throwingthem at me. I yelledfor her to please stopit. She yelled backthat I didn't do it right.When she did that one of the binders flew andhit me in the knee cap.She grabbed me by the arm and threw me into my closet and latched the lock. I had beenscreaming for her tolet me out. I banged on the door for hours.My hands were bloody.I peed on myself causeshe wouldn't let me out. Rossane left mein thier for a good4 hours and 17 minutes.I had a watch on that my dad had bought me.It glowed in the dark.I was crying and feltthat I couldn't breathe.I didn't think that Iwas going to make it.She finally let me outand gave me some underwear, pants and hadtold me to go andchange. She was not even through with me yet. I came back from washing up and thereshe was in my closetagain. It became thelast step when she hadtaken another one ofmy bookbinders andthrew it hitting me in the throat. I ranaway and out the door.The alarms were goingoff. I didn't care. Iran to go and see mydad. My dad had nevertreated me like dirt.A child can only handle so much.  I tried to go to mydads house but when Iwas coming down the road I had seen copcars were everywherein front of my dads house and even in thedriveway along with astation wagon. So Itook off towards thePark. I knew this parkreally well. I use torun in this park andI knew of a way to hideand noone would find me.I had to duck into abush a few times becausethe cops were searchingfor me. I did make it outto the area I needed andI hid for over 2 hours.I finally decided to comeout of hiding and go backhome to my dads. Yep theywere still waiting therefor me. What they didn'twant was for me to tellmy dad why I ran awayfrom the children's home.They knew that this iswhat I was going to tellhim about.  I couldn't even speak tomy dad. Ken Coleman wasthere and so was Howardand Rosanne. They were husband and wife. I told them that I wanted tospeak to my dad. I was told that I needed to getinto the vehicle. Ken andHoward promised me that they would get Rossane some help and that weneeded not to involve my dad in something thatthey could solve all bythemselves. Another wordsthey didn't want my dad to know of my abuse. Shhit was a secret. I hadeventually gone intothe vehicle. Rosannekept on telling me thatshe was sorry. I told her that sorry wasn'tenough. I was mad andstill terribly upset.Ken Coleman talked tomy dad along with thecops. Howard was alsotrying to make me lotsof promises about themgetting his wife help.I kept my mouth shutfor I knew what wasreally going to happen.That they were never going to get her help.They didn't get her any help. Finally,she and her husbandleft the ChildrensHome. When they didwe all had new houseparents.  The new houseparentsnames were Lynn and Jerry. Lynn was flatout mean and rude andwas always putting down each and everychild whom had come within distance of her. We avoided herat all cost. Thiswomen if that is what you would callher would throw stuffat you and make youfeel 2 inches tall.Blonde and beautifullshe was but one ofthe most feared and hated persons there.Now Jerry whom we called Jearbear was cool to be around.He was safe and a very sweet guy. Notanyone can say hardlyanything bad about him. He did his bestto protect us from harm. He took us to our softball games.He was not like the others. He never treated us bad only like we were his own children. We looked up to him. Most of the girls had what you would call a bigcrush on him. He had never encouraged any of the girls. Evenwhen he knew thatthey would alwayspull stunts on himjust to get some ofthe attention fromhim. Lynn was very jealous of all the attention that the females gave to him.She didn't understandthat her husband wasspecial to all of us.So she would get mad,yell at all of us and throw things at us.Jearbear usually had to interupt us and settle the wildcatdown. I am now going to move to when I was fourteen when something else had happened to me. I was fourteen and had just spent part of this summer in illinois with my moms family. Alot had happened this year. More of sadthings. Remember I told you of the place called the Good Samaritan BoysHome that I had visited alot of times throughout the years. Well I was with a guy from there whom was much older then I was.We had gotten towhere we became engaged. I had just turned 14 and he was 18. He came tomy school and we had our first fight.When that happenedhe left the buildingand went to join inthe army. That was how upset he was by our first and only arguement. Before he left for the Army we had sex for the first time. This was on the grounds of the Springfield ChildrensHome. I was upset he was leaving me behind.I cared a great deal about him. It wasn'tbut around 2 months later that his friend John came and told me about Kerry being dead.I trusted this guy withmy life and I knew that looking into his eyes that he was telling methe truth. I yelled at him and told him that he couldn't do that to me. I had blamed myself for his death and in the end I wanted to just die with him but I didn't. I was so depressed that for the first time since I was a little child I had gotten on a swing.My swing broke when Iwas a little child asit did on this day too.I swung as high as the swing would allow meto go. When all of a sudden the swing broke.I hit the pavement that was right below all of the swings. I had fallen on my stomache when I went down. It hurt so bad. A ladies voice had kept asking me if I was alright? I couldn't say anything to her for the pain was too intense. So she went and got me some help. I didn't know of any people that could help me. For every person whom was originally there was in Jefferson City at least that's what they had told us. They carried me inside and I told them that I felt that I had to go pee. I was helped into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Blood was pooling out from what they said to call my private parts. It was coming inlumps of blood. I remember screaming that I was dying.People came in to see what was wrong with me. When they saw the blood I was ushered into a white van.They took me some where.I could not tell anyone where this place was for they had layed me down. Iwas scared. Noone had beensaying anything about whyI was having so much pain. I arrived at this building and had no idea where I was people were covering every side of me. I think one of them was a doctor becausehe keept asking questionsto the staff members thatwe all didn't know. I wasterrified by what was going on. I had no clue until I was put in this room with alot of lights and one of the female nurses said that I was having babies and it looked like one was dead.I watched what they were doing. They had wanted toput me under. I wouldn't let them. I watched them pull out an arm that wasdetached from one of the babies. I couldn't help but cry. They did thier best to try and take out all of the baby that was dead but until they got through with the other two babies they couldn't finish up. Yep I had  triplets in me. Yet,one had died. All boys.I had both babies in myarms and they let me holdthem. Both blonde hairedand one with brown eyes almost to Green. My other son had blue eyes. I had only gotten to hold them for about five minuteswhile they were usingsomething to clean meout. Like a suctioner.They took the babies andI was watching the clock.For they told me to waitand that they would beright back with my sons.It felt like hours butit was only about 15 minutes later that they came back in and informedme that both my sons haddied. I was screaming atthem and told them but Iheld them and they werescreaming and crying andthat that was immpossible.I wanted to see them now.I want to bury them assoon as possible. They told me that I couldn't do that. Then they stuck a needle in me to calm me down. I told themthat I had a right to bury my three sons and that this was wrong. I woke up after falling asleep to see a man in a white uniform had been standing over me. I had asked him what was he doing? He said that he had to tell me that my chances of me having any more babies was very slim. One chance in a million he said. I was mad at the world. Why me Lord? Yet why in the world wouldn't they let me bury my babies? Till this day I still wonder if any of those children are still alive. I think about them every day and I wonder what had happened to them. After all that these people did to me are these babies alive somewhere out there and how are they doing? There are many questions. Yet noone will answer me. Why not? The bigwigs as we called them were not there and noone ever does know what had everhappened to people whom give you a good life?Life has its up and downsas I have learned. Peopleare selfless of othersany more. I have done mybest to try and changethe damage that thesepeople let be done tome as a child. I havefound that it is not very easy to changethe damage that wasdone to me. Changingwho you are is not aneasy task. Being the way that they taught you to be is tiresome.You have no respectfor yourself. I want what the Department Of Family Services took from me back.The question is canI get my childhood back? I am learning every day to do just that. I have learnedto laugh at jokes andto take life just one day at a time. I thinkof my own children and worry about them going through the same hellI went through and am still going through each and everyday of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113684648341861385?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113684648341861385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113684648341861385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684648341861385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113684648341861385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2006/01/contd-from-abuse-by-system1.html' title='CONT&apos;D FROM ABUSE BY THE SYSTEM#1'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113484449009931645</id><published>2005-12-17T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:34:50.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FST MEETING TO MAKE ME DO A DRUG TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt; JUNE 16TH 2003  Today I finally have a FST meeting with DSS.I was told that I had to take a drug test and that I had only six hours to do it in. I took one.I made sure that it was done in front of me. DSS made me pay for it. NoCourt order was ever given to me for me to force me to do this. I was told by Kate Lowry that I could not ever see my child if I did not do this drug test. I had no money left. I was forced to call my dad and I was so ashamed to call him and ask him for helpso I could see my daughter. I have this in writing that they did this for UA I was forced to sign this documentation or I would of never seen my daughter again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113484449009931645?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113484449009931645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113484449009931645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113484449009931645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113484449009931645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/fst-meeting-to-make-me-do-drug-test.html' title='FST MEETING TO MAKE ME DO A DRUG TEST'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113484424075982352</id><published>2005-12-17T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:30:40.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURIED ALIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;June 13th 2003&lt;br /&gt; I had decided to goout for I only went out once about a year and a half ago. Yet asuprise was waiting for me when I gone home. I arrived acouple of minutes after 10:00PM. I put my key in my door when I heard anoise behind Theapartment. I hadthought that maybeanother animal hadgotten stuck in the fence again.So I went to goand check it out.You would thinkthat I should notof gone to checkit out and withwhat had happenedyou would be right.I should never ofgone to check andsee if it was infact an animal. Idid though and nowI can't change whathappened to me andI hope somethinglike this doesn'thappen to others. Remember the policedidn't arrested Rodger?Well they made him dowhat he did to me thatnight. He will deny itcause after all what the cops never receiveda phone call from me onthis cause I could nolonger trust them. Thisis what I did. I went to check behind thisapartment of mine andthe next thing I knewI was being jumped byat least four guys thatI could count and oneof them was Rodger. Itried my best to beatthem up back and whenI did get away I ranfor my life. Before Icould get very far myleft foot went out fromunderneath me. I thought that some how I had lostmy footing until I heardone of the say that thebullet hit me. I realizedthat when he said that and I looked up that thisman had a gun and he shotmy foot out from under me.When I saw that and hadjust realized what hejust did to me that Iwas going to die thisnight. For these lastcouple of years I hadlost my faith in Godand I knew I was in bigtrouble. I felt a fearlike nothing I have everfelt before. I had forsakenGod and now I was to bepunished. Never had Ifelt so lost. They takemy child and left me to die. I hardly ever didanything wrong. So whydid they all desert me and leave me to die? Iwill never know why thePolice and Department ofSocial Services let this happen to me. It has allbeen one tragic episodewith these people. One after another. I am mad.I am hurt. I am upset.But this was not rightfor them to of let this be done to me. I didn'tdeserve what was done at first, or on thisday, or even the daysto follow. Read on andyou will be discustedas I am.  I either blacked outor they knocked me out.I really don't know whathappened after the bullet tripping me up and thefact that I heard whatone of the men said. Itwas like I woke up andthey were dragging meto a hole in the ground.I remember seeing thestars shinning so everbrightly and wonderingwhat these people weregoing to do next. I hadhoped some how that thestars would help me. Thatmaybe this was all a bigdream and that I wouldwake up in my own bed.In reality I knew thatlooking at that holethat it was meant forme and I was going to die on this very night. They discovered thatI had woken up. I wasafraid, because I knewI was in great danger,as soon as they figuredit out that I was no longer knocked out. Atfirst it seemed like noone had moved but maybe I was hoping that they really wouldn't move. That was too muchto ask for. One of themyelled at me to get up.I was dizzy and hurtingfrom my earlier fallingon the ground. I triedbut I couldn't move. Ishield my face when Isaw that they were allmad and going to kick me for not getting up.The feet and hands kepthitting me. I hurt sovery bad that I didn't think that I would eversurvive when it was allover and done with. Theyfinally quit kicking andhitting me. I realizedthat some how my bodywas being moved. Theyhad picked me up and threw me in that hole.The one that they dugfor me. I looked up and Rodger asked,"Howdo you feel now Bitch?"I couldn't speak I justlooked away and startedpraying as the dirt wasfalling on me. Some hadkicked the dirt in the hole. While the othersshoveled it in. I hadto think fast other wiseI was going to be burriedalive. I kept rememberinga show where the guy hadnoone to help him when he had fallen in a holeand couldn't get out andthe impact from the fallhad made him not able to breathe. How he had goneto the far side of thewall of dirt and dug hisfeet into the wall of the hole and dug his feetinto the dirt in order toget out. It had hurt for me to move but I did it.Rodger and his friends had left when the holewas a little over halffull. I was sufficating.I hurt real bad but knewthat if I didn't helpmyself that I was goingto die. I kept pushing the dirt away with my back. I tried packingit like a wall. I wasso tired I needed somehelp. For I was weakeningfast because I was in deep pain. I hurt everywhere. So I prayed toGod and asked him ifhe could help me tohave the strength togo on. I kept praying.I was crying as I dug my feet into the side of that hole. Sure itwas like building a wall. But I had to goand do this or die. Ifelt like God was withme. I knew that if Ihad not of had faiththat I would not stillbe alive today. God had a hold of me andif my faith had failedme at any time thenI would not of beenhere today.  I did end up getting out of that hole butfirst I had to try andfigure out where I wasat when I was out. I had been very confused.Not knowing where you are at is a very scary situation. I rememberedsomething about the skyfrom when I had been aGirl scout. That thebrightest star in the sky is the north star.So I looked around andI started walking inthe opposite directionfrom that star. I washoping that I was right.I still had my Albeterolin my side pack. They had left it on me and after swallowing all ofthat dirt I needed totake my breather. Ihave asthma and trulyam lucky to of notdied. I took some of my meds. Thank God Ihad pain pills on myperson that my doctorhad given to me. Mostof my meds were on me.Four of them were pain pills. I did take all four of them. I wouldof not made it throughthe pain with out them.I hate to of said thatcause I rarely took mypain pills. But this time I had no choiceor I wouldn't of beenable to walk about 50miles home. The pillsdidn't do much to easemy pain. I knew justhow much a body can take before a personcould over dose andI did not want to do that. I kept walkingand trying to keepmyself awake. I hadfinally found a highway.The second I found itI knew that it was I44and the area had beenaround Lebanon, Mo. sothat meant that it tookme over an hour to get to that point. I had a watch and it was waterproof and nothing everseemed to of damagedit. But here I was I cut across lot of land to get home. I am afraidof the cops while I waswalking home. When I had gotten on I44 itwas still pretty busy.I saw a sheriff vehiclego by me. I hid in theditch from them. I wasafraid that Rodger wasright and that they hadall worked for him andthat they wanted medead too. So I hid inthe ditch and layed lowuntil I knew that they were gone. I walked andwalked when I went fromthe highway through thefields. I had to stop quite a few times andtake a break. I beganitching and trying toscratch myself. I wasbegining to get tiredso tired. I thought that I would never of gotten home alive andtired when I finallydid I was thirsty andvery tired. I had noticed thattwo people had calledwhile I was gone. Itried calling my mom but I forgot that shehad been out late. SoI went to take a bath.I took one and soakedfor maybe an hour orso. I hurt every where.I almost fell asleepbut the phone rang andI snapped out of it. Itwas Rodger calling actinglike he was leaving amessage. Like he was worried about me afterwhat he did. I ignored the phone call and wentto lay down. I only hadmaybe 3 hours asleep when the phone had rungagain. I never answeredthat call either. As youcan tell it is SaturdayJune 14th 2003 when Ilost track of the worldonce I got back home.I had and still am goingthrough hell each day ofmy life cause the systemfailed me yet again. Ihave trouble trustingpeople even more now.I thank God that helet me meet ReverendRonnie Dean, ArchieLambeth and ButchChancellor. All Ihave ever asked fromanyone is nothing andfor once I needed somehelp. I never haveneeded anyone and thenall of a sudden I did.I asked God for somehelp again. I told himthat you know Lord that I only asked you for help to get out of thathole alive and to pleasehelp me. I never haveasked you for anythingLord cause I am selfabsorbed any more and I am sorry for everbeing that way. Socould you do me anotherfavor could you pleasesend me some help. Anhour later Ronnie Deancame on TV. I didn't catch where to findhim. I was desperate.I knew some how hewas the one who I hadneeded to find. It tookme 3 weeks calling everyTV, radio and Newspapersto find him. Noone wouldtell me. Then one day mymom told me that she hadremembered where she sawRonnie Dean at Silver Springs. I looked thisinfo up and sure enoughthere was a church calledSilver Springs. I asked my mom where he was fromshe believed it was in Ashgrove but she wasn't for sure. I got out thephone book and discoveredthat his phone number wasthere. I called and toldhim I needed help. Sohere I am. God must of sent me my angel afterall. I then joined thegroup called FamiliesFor Change. I am notperfect but neither is noone else in this world. The bible statesthat every day we sin.I will admit that sometimes my faith in God still wanes but I knowthat when I needed himthere he was there andthat he is always here.With everything that has happened and all the lies that Dss keepssaying I know that Iam only a witness tothier evil that theykeep raining down onme. I have a passage that I want you all toread and think about.&lt;br /&gt;WORTHLESS CHARACTER TRAITS  PROVERBS CHAPTER 6&lt;br /&gt;12 A naughty person, a wicked   man, walking with a froward   mouth.13 He winketh with his eyes, he   speaketh with his feet, he   teacheth with his fingers;14 Frowardness is in his heart,   he deviseth mischief continually;    he soweth discord.15 Therefore shall his calamity   come suddenly; suddenly shall   he be broken without remedy.16 These six things doth the Lord   hate: yea, seven are an abonimation   unto him. 17 A Proud Look, A Lying Tongue, and   hands that shed innoscent blood.18 An heart that deviseth wicked   imaginations, feet that be swift   in running to mischief.19 A false witness that speaketh lies,   and he that soweth discord among   brethren.&lt;br /&gt; I am only a witness to all of this being done day after day from allkinds of people from The DepartmentOf Social Services. I see what liesyou have told and how you get caughtand show no shame. I am not but awitness to everything that you have done to me and to others. I stillwill stand tall and I will not leta man win who tried every way as tokill or do any physical harm to myperson. I refuse for him to win. Ishould of died along time ago butGod keeps me here for his own reason.I do not believe that anyone realizesjust how powerful God is. I am stillalive and getting stronger in my will to survive every day. You see GodLoves me and so does his son Jesus.They Love everyone but the evil hasto be stopped some how some way and soon. Before I only lived for my child now I am living for God, Jesus and myself. Behold the one whom holdsthe Key to life for there is only One God and no other Gods shall come before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113484424075982352?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113484424075982352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113484424075982352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113484424075982352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113484424075982352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/buried-alive.html' title='BURIED ALIVE'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113484389947335392</id><published>2005-12-17T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:24:59.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex Parte To Brainwahing With Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt; June 10th 2003 cont'd&lt;br /&gt; I remebered that the caseworker Lisa Streethad asked me if I hadgotten the Ex Parte onRodger yet? I told her,"no." She asked me,"whynot?" I told her,"becauseI just now had woken up."I lied the truth was thatRodger had woken up firstand took my car keys sothat I could not go anywhere at all.  When they had taken mychild (Nattassia) today I went back home andhad barely enough time to make it to the courthouse and file an ExParte. Later on that night Rodger had totallydisappeared and was not to be found at all forwhen I came home. I foundout later that he had called one of my daughtersGrandparents and told them that I was going insane.Funny thing is my child whom I did not get tosee for two years isstating the same thingnow. She never did whenshe lived with me. So that points to the factthat DSS is in fact doingbrainwashing on my child like they tried on me. Iwas told the same thingsas she is being told rightnow. Except I am whole lot smarter and onto thier ways then what she is. She hasbeen believing everyone of thier lies to date. I hadalways asked them for prooffirst. I never received any kind of proof. I know that I have skipped horsesas they call it. I doapologize for doing that.But I want every fact inand it is not easy todo when there are so manywrongs that have been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113484389947335392?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113484389947335392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113484389947335392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113484389947335392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113484389947335392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/ex-parte-to-brainwahing-with-lies.html' title='Ex Parte To Brainwahing With Lies'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113442003042192178</id><published>2005-12-12T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:40:30.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAWYER SENDS LETTER TWO MONTHS AFTER HAVING COURT AND NOT TELLING ME THAT SHE HAD COURT</title><content type='html'>Saturday December 10th 2005&lt;br /&gt; My lawyer whom is suppose to represent me had court with out me on October 12 2005.&lt;br /&gt;The law states that I must be informed at all times of court whether I have a lawyer  at&lt;br /&gt;all. This Lawyer has refused to answer nor talk to me since September 9th 2005. Now you&lt;br /&gt;tell me how can a lawyer represent you when she never calls you back. I received a paper that had been entered into court on December 7th 2005. How can a lawyer represent you when&lt;br /&gt;you have asked for paperwork from September 9th and she refuse to give you any and to&lt;br /&gt;not talk to you. This is incompetence of a lawyer to do nothing for a client. Not to even speak&lt;br /&gt;to thier own client. No Laws done right in the state Of Missouri. Lies keep getting put into court.&lt;br /&gt;Noone protects you but yourself. And now it is what I call at war with the State Of Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;I have had no Due Process. This is illegal. Noone will represent me right. Where is the Justice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113442003042192178?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113442003042192178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113442003042192178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113442003042192178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113442003042192178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/lawyer-sends-letter-two-months-after.html' title='LAWYER SENDS LETTER TWO MONTHS AFTER HAVING COURT AND NOT TELLING ME THAT SHE HAD COURT'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113441918168457514</id><published>2005-12-12T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:26:21.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSS Goes Against the Missouri Revised State Statues in Meeting</title><content type='html'>On December 5th 2005&lt;br /&gt;I went to my FST meeting today at 11:00Am.. I had an adovocate with me. I was at first not&lt;br /&gt;allowed to go into the meeting. They refused to let us in. This was suppose to be a family&lt;br /&gt;support team Meeting. It was scheduled for 11:00Am. We were not let in for 32 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;So we waited outside the doors. When we were finally let in papers were passed around  the&lt;br /&gt;room. My advocate and I did not sign. I could tell that this made them mad. About 15 minutes later they shoved the papers at both of us and told us to sign. We both told them that we&lt;br /&gt;don't sign. They told us then fine if you don't sign then you leave the room. I told them fine&lt;br /&gt;we are both putting are signatures under Duress on the top of them. This paper was on confidentiality. According to the Missouri Revised state statues it says that we are allowed to&lt;br /&gt;tape any conversation and use it in a court of law against them. By them having us sign that they went against the Missouri Revised State Statues of 2004. I put I was under Duress and on top&lt;br /&gt;of my advocates and he said it was fine with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113441918168457514?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113441918168457514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113441918168457514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113441918168457514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113441918168457514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/dss-goes-against-missouri-revised.html' title='DSS Goes Against the Missouri Revised State Statues in Meeting'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113441790938632641</id><published>2005-12-12T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:05:09.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Steal My Child With Lies</title><content type='html'>June 10th 2003  As you can see Rodger wasnever arrested again. Youwill see how everything hadtwisted around to being thatinstead of me being a victimthat things got twisted tome being the predator. Theworld to me has gotten sick.I could not believe what happened next and what isstill happening today. Ina blink of an eye my wholelife had changed. This wasbecause I had trusted thecops yet again. Read next for what happens when youdo call the cops. This morning a lady from Lakeland Regional Hospital had called me. Unfortunatelymy daughter had heard whatthis lady had said. That waswhen she had cut the ladyoff by telling her that shedid not need any help andthat nothing is wrong with her. I told the lady fromLakedland whom had never evenidentified herself for theexception of saying that shewas from Lakeland Hospital,that if they were so worried to please come and get her.My daughter had screamed intothe phone,"no I am not goinganywhere!" The lady ignored her and continued on and toldme that I would have to bring her in myself. I knew that Iwas in alot of pain because of what had happened the daybefore and I was told that I was not to do any lifting ormoving around the wrong wayfor I could break a bone inthe wall of my chest. I even had told her this. I was notgoing to chance getting hurtagain and I had told her so.I told her that if they hadwanted me to have her put in there that I had help the nightbefore, but now I don't and that they would have to come and get her themselves. Yetshe had flat out refused to do it for me. What is a person supposed to do when you arepushed up against a wall? Therewas noway I could do this allby myself. It's now 12:52PM when someonecame to knock on my door. I hadopened my door and a woman is on my doorstep along with a man.She tells me that she is Lisa Street from DFS and that may sheplease come in? I told her to hangon a second and that I wouldbe right back with her. I hadshut the door to my apartment onher and returned to the kitchento shut the computer down. I hadbeen working on doing my Ged onthe computer at that time. When I had turned around fromshutting the comp off I had runsmack dab into Lisa Street. Iknow that I didn't invite her to come inside. I remember thatI hold told her that I would beright back and to hangon. Shewas left outside my front dooralong with the man she was withbut hear she was in my apartment.I then told her I didn't invite you in here. Lisa just shrugged her shoulders and sat down inone of my chairs in the kitchen.She had this clipboard and thentold me that she had somethinghere that was from the police report made the night before onme. I asked her,"What do youmean on me? I made the policereport on Rodger. So what doesthis have to do with one beingmade on me? All I did was to call the cops on Rodger for beating up on me. Now this isthe second time one has beenmade and called about on himand now you are telling methat one has been made on me?For what? Please dare to tell me about this report. I wasmad and upset but also scared.I had informed that policeofficer the night before thatRodger had me setup but I hadno idea how he could twist mywhole life around and turn thetables on me. I guess by whatLisa Street had told me nextthat you will see a life canbe totally destroyed. Lisa Street had started totell me why she was there. Iwas shown on a piece of paper that she had a report that myown daughter stated that I hadbeen trying to touch her ina wrong fashion by stating that I had tried to touch herby sticking my hands down her pants. She also showed me thatmy own child had said that I showed her my pornography and that it said that I also took a shower with her. At first I was sitting there in shock. I couldn't say anything. All Icould say when I did get my voice back was to tell her thatNumber one: I have two witness's whom can state because of my child acting nuts yesturday, that I told that officer not to talk to my daughter at allbecause she always takes Rodger'sside. I guess that this was the setup that Rodger did and told me that I could never break what he setup and the Police Officerwas told this late last night.I then told her Number Two:that this is not true but before I could say anything else Rodger and my daughter had come back home at that time and walked right in.  Rodger saw Lisa when he approached me and that madehim stop. The first question out of his mouth was,"what in the world was going on?" Lisa Street told Rodgernot to worry and to take Nattassia into her bedroom and that she had needed tospeak to me in private. YetMeanwhile, when Rodger hadtaken Nattassia into her bedroom I couldn't seem tohear anything else as to which Lisa was saying for my mind had gone completelyblank. During this time while Lisa kept saying something Rodger had keptcoming out of the bedroomand asking,"are you throughyet?" The last time that hehad come out of the bedroom Rodger had left the bedroomdoor opened. The only other thing that I had said to Lisa was that Rodger left the door to the bedroomopened. She leaned over and looked and sure enough he had left the door open.  After Rodger had done that and I had informed her of whathe had done, Lisa leaned over and whispered to me that she was going to leave and go and get some back up. She put her hand on my leg and told me to sit tight and that they would be right back. When she hadleft Rodger was getting ansy and pacing back and forth. He started shooting questions at me."Like what did she want? Who is she? What is going on?" I kept replying that I don't know for one false move on my part and he could possibly killme in an instant. I told himthat I really don't know what is going on and yet that was the truth because I didn't atthat time really understandwhat was going on myself. I wasjust as confused as he was. Continued for June 10th 2003. Lisa Street had come back with a Police officer in tow. The young man was with her again. It was 1:59PM when Lisa had come with that officer in tow. I opened up my door again and Lisa moved me aside and came right on in along with the female oficer and young man in tow. Lisa had tried to talk to me again but I said nothing back to her. Who would when it was felt that I was intimidatedby her for doing nothing wrong.  I was scared mostly because of everything that had been goingon within the last few months and days. I felt threatened and violated. I was so bad that I could not understand anything about what was going on at thattime. When the officer came in she went directly to Rodger to take him outside. Which wasprecisely what she did. Lisa Street was upset that I refused to talk to her so she got up and said that she had just wanted to see if my daughter was doing okay. Meanwhile she had instructed the guy whom was with her to stay in the kitchen with me. I heard Lisa talking to my daughter and I told the guy whom was with me that I hope that just checking on my daughter was not going to betaking her too long because I have things that I have to do. About a half an hour had passed before Lisa had come back out of the bedroom and this is when she informed me that she was taking my child with her to Juvenile and thatI was to follow her down there. I had asked Lisa if,"she had any paperwork saying that she could do that?" Lisa had stated that,"she didn't need any paperwork and that she could dowhat she wanted." Lisa turned and then grabbed my child by her arm and told her that she was to go with them. Lisa then said that I was to follow them. I went in and grabbed my car keys and preceded to follow her. I hadnoticed that as I was pulling out that the police lady did not go in the same direction and that she went in another way then the one we were going. Totally oposite from our direction. The officer had even left before we did, never to be seen again. When we pulled up to he building Lisa Street had gone in ahead of us into the juvenile building. Lisa still had Nattassia with her and then informed Rodger and I that she would be back in a few moments with Nattassia. She told us to take a seat. Within a half an hour Lisa Street had come back out and said that they took Nattassia to a foster home and that I was to have a meeting of two people in the morning at 9:00AM. I repeated what she said to me,"2 people only?"Lisa said,"yes and I could go now." I told Lisa that before I leave that I want some form of document stating that you all are takingmy child. For I wanted to know if you all do in fact have her andI am allowed to be informed. Lisa informed me by stating what shehad stated that I did not need any kind of form for them to take mydaughter. I let her know that I am Nattassia's mother, that I do havea right to know of thier reasons for taking my daughter and thatshe had no reason to take her on false alligations. I wanted a goodreason. Yet Lisa told me that they didn't have to have any reasons.Then Lisa turned around and walked away from me. I Carlila Marie Sherman have never been given a warrant to take Nattassia nor Linda Rae whom they also took in June 2004. I asked the Social worker at St. Louis Children's hospital for a copy of the paper work that states that they could take away my baby. She said that she had it but I was not allowed to have any copies of what she had and that Department of Social Services would have to give it tome. The foster Mother came and got my baby from that there placein hospital in St. Louis, Mo. NoPolice officer. This is on tape of the foster Mother stating that she did that. No warrant given for each child or documents stating to the fact that they have them. Noonegave a signature from a Judge to take children at any given time. With both Children I never had a 72 hour meeting. My first 72 hour meeting with Nattassia is written in thier documents as June 16th2003. Linda Rae has not beenwritten any where. Cause I had onlyhad a court and a briefing with DSS right before court without them allowing me to have an attorney present at any given time. That was on June 7th 2003. This was not my72 hour meeting. I have never beengiven a court order to take mydaughters into custody. No police officer gave me any paperwork thatstated that the state has custody of any of my children. That wassigned by a Judge and that had beengiven to me by a police officer. Iwas forced to sign a document on June 11th 2003 by a detective Lori Everett. I will put on here next what happened on June 11th 2003.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113441790938632641?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113441790938632641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113441790938632641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113441790938632641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113441790938632641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/they-steal-my-child-with-lies.html' title='They Steal My Child With Lies'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113426817333732468</id><published>2005-12-10T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:29:33.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cont'd From ABUSE By The SYSTEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" style="styleDocument: [object]" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;tr style="styleDocument: [object]" height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" style="styleDocument: [object]" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt; I don't know how totell anyone about whatwent on with this abuse.I only now want to tellthe truth. My secret hasbeen laying too long in a grave. The thing is I amnot the only ones whomhas kept secrets. Some of my brothers had thesame kind of treatmentthe problem is they don'twant to talk about it.I know quite a few ofthe children who werecaught in this trapare still as of todayashamed to even discussit and most of those children are on mentalillness drugs. They allseem to have multiplePersonality Syndrome asa result of tragic eventslike this happening. Ididn't finish what hadhappened to me after thatrape because I had to take a break. It takesalot out of you just toeven put it out and to tell people about whathappened back then. Ihave to finish it soothers can understand my shock at what hadhappened on June 10th2003. So here it is. After I was raped Ihad been sent to whatthey had called him a Judiciary Judge of theJuvenile. It had taken me two days to tell myfoster parents about whathad happened. I kept theclothes and wouldn't talkto noone during those twodays. Of course my fosterMother was the one whomalmost immediately pickedup that something had tobe wrong. I woke up andhad a bad nightmare aboutmy mom and my fostermomhad woken up with a start.When she went to go andcheck on things she found me in the kitchen at hercounter crying. She saidmy name and I said whatdo you want? I was tryingto put up a front but shecould tell that I had beenhurting. That is when sheput her arm around me andtold me that everything was going to be all rightand for me to just use hershoulder to cry on and justget everything out. I didjust that. I cried for along time. My foster dadhad come out during that time and my foster mothershooed him away. I startedto laugh because it wascute like she had beentrying to shoo away a fly.I waited until he leftbefore I told my fostermom about my dream and asto what had happened whenthey went to get Grandma.I told her how I tried toscrub myself clean for twohours while I just let theshower run as I was curledup in a ball after he hadraped me. I told her I didmy best to get it off ofme. I wanted the smell offof me but it just wouldn't go away. She told me that she was sorry that they couldn't of been there atthat time. For Grandma waswhere they had to get her settled in first. I knewthat they had to do that first. I was too ashamed to tell anyone. In the endmy foster-mother had calledthe sheriff and I had to tell him the same thing. That is when I had to tellthe judiciary Judge at leastthat is what we called him.His name was Judge ThomasMountjoy. All the kids hadcalled him Mr. T Mountjoy.Judge Calvin Holden andMounjoy were the most fearedJudges to go around. Nooneliked Calvin Holden. He wouldpunish kids beyond thier means.But going to Judge Mountjoyreally had ticked me off forwhat he did. He got my rapistand told him that he was tospend 6 months in JuvenileHall because he was 17 andthen he would half to spend1-2 years in prison for therape of an under age child.Brian got 6 months probation for contributing. The one whomraped me only had served onemonth. Thomas Mountjoy had lethim go and he came back and raped me again in the bushes at our church.  He did that cause this Judgelet him out and they had movedme back to the SpringfieldChildrens Home now calledThe Regional Girls Shelter.They said it was for my safety.Yeah right! Safety my foot.More like more danger. Ifthe Thomas Mountjoy had notlet him out then he would not of raped me again andthink that he could get awaywith it. Watch what happensbecause of the Judge doingthat.  I was 16 years old when itwas decided that I needed togo back home. The System hadinsured that I would never tell my dad. They threatenedme with what they would doto my dad and mom finacially,physically, emotionally andeven mentally. This was if Iever told them the truth atall about what had happenedwhile I was in thier care.My dad doesn't know as of today but I finally told mymom. This was because theyhad made a promise to me andthey broke that promise onNovember 4th 2003 when they made sure to slander my dadin court. All bets are offas soon as they made such a statement of a lie in court as they did about my dad. They even had put words inmouth by saying that I saidsomething that I didn't. I am mad and upset that theydid this and my dad believes every little lie that these people tell him and my stepmom.Even my own child believes thelies that these people tellher. My mom knows after shehas spoken to several of my brothers that these peopleare liers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113426817333732468?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113426817333732468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113426817333732468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113426817333732468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113426817333732468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/contd-from-abuse-by-system.html' title='Cont&apos;d From ABUSE By The SYSTEM'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113426803539233612</id><published>2005-12-10T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:27:15.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 22nd 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" style="styleDocument: [object]" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;tr style="styleDocument: [object]" height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" style="styleDocument: [object]" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt; I am getting sick of making phone calls and leaving messages.  But I keep doing it and Kate Lowry nor Holly Cooper has not been  returning any of my phone calls that I had made on this here date  of December 22 2003 or any other times. This is what this last  message was that I had left for them, that I Carlila Sherman had  wanted to have my daughter Nattassia Salois for Christmas. The  time now is 9:27 AM. At least I think that they are still my case-  worker because every time I turn around I have a different one and  that too is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113426803539233612?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113426803539233612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113426803539233612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113426803539233612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113426803539233612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/december-22nd-2003.html' title='December 22nd 2003'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113426795922450332</id><published>2005-12-10T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:25:59.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novvember 12th 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" style="styleDocument: [object]" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;tr style="styleDocument: [object]" height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" style="styleDocument: [object]" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt; Left message with case worker, Holly Cooper at 8:19 AM for me     to be able to visit with my daughter Nattassia Salois. Yet, she    never had answered me back. Even though this message was left on    her answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113426795922450332?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113426795922450332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113426795922450332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113426795922450332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113426795922450332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/novvember-12th-2003.html' title='Novvember 12th 2003'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113426782801448090</id><published>2005-12-10T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:23:48.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 28th 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" style="styleDocument: [object]" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;tr style="styleDocument: [object]" height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" style="styleDocument: [object]" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt; Called and left a message for Holly Cooper that I wanted    to be able to see my daughter Nattassia. Yet again I still   received no reply back by the end of working hours today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113426782801448090?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113426782801448090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113426782801448090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113426782801448090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113426782801448090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/october-28th-2003.html' title='October 28th 2003'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113414277171857831</id><published>2005-12-09T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:39:31.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABUSE BY THE SYSTEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;How can the world be socruel? I don't know yet. I am mad, upset and now I don't trust to many ofpeople in the world likeI use to. Too many lawshave been broken. Evenon this day when my lifechanged because of theseshocking realization thatthe world is not so kind. I had always tried tobring my child up to notbe like me. I was sexually,mentally and physicallyabused as a child whilein the care of what wecalled the Department ofFamily Services back then.I got my tooth knocked outby being punched in themouth by a foster dad andmoments before that I hadbeen slapped by my fostermom all because I told her that I had wanted to havemy jeans that my dad hadgiven me put back intomy closet and I wanted to go to my own churchnot a babtist church. Soshe slapped me cause I hadtold her that. After thatI told her she was a Bitch.Next thing I knew the fosterdad punched me in my mouth.The foster parents waitedabout 2 hours before theycalled the case worker. When the case worker didcome she got involved sureenough. I told her that I had called the fostermothera bitch. She then told methat I should not of done that. I told her that I havea right to try and protectmyself from harm. I told thiscaseworker Susan Wampler thatI was going to tell my dad and mom on them for doingwhat they did to me. BeforeI even could think my own caseworker slapped me tothe floor and had startedkicking me and kicking metime and time again yellingat me that I was not ever going to tell my dad and mom.The last count I had before I blacked out was that she had kicked me 18 times inmy stomache. I woke up andsaw that there was movement all around me and from whatI could see was that theywere all packing my clothes.I could hear them talkingand I pretended to be stillout like a light. My caseworkerwas telling them that I would have to be moved far away andthat they had found me a homethat was willing to make surethat I would have no contact with my family. They kept oncoming into the room and tosee if I was still alive. It was dark out when they moved me to another fosterhome. They moved me about 66miles away from home. I was in Pierce City, Mo. Thesefoster parents tore up myletters to my dad and mom.I did my best to try andrun away, write and evencall my family. Nothingseemed to of worked. I hadnot been in the foster homefor about a month when theyleft me home alone and Iwas talking to the female across the street whom wasanother teenager. I turnedaround to leave her when asharp pain hit me in thehead. I woke up on my bedand this female was rapingme. I started screaming ather to get off of me. She told me that I was hers. Iyelled at her to leave me alone. She did things to mybody that noone can even inthier wildest imaginations imagine can happen to you.When she was through she finally untied me from thebed. Yup she had me tied up.I wanted to go home. I wasso ashamed and terrified.I told my foster parentsand they just ignored me.I didn't know what to do.All I knew was that I hadto somehow get back to Springfield. So I figured out a wayto go back home. I wentto bible camp. I had knownthat noone would pick upon that one. Being a goodgirl does have it benefits.I went to bible camp. I didtry even there writing tomy dad and mom but these letters where also torn up.I had fun going there andeven found a good friendin a guy whom was there.For the longest time wehad become best friends.I was at this camp for about a month. Well I hadto go back to hell. WhereI was starved in that fosterhome for around two weeks.I could call noone. Theyhad a lock on the phonewith a key so that they were the only ones whocould call out. Life wasnot worth living. For Iwas being held hostagein a foster home. I hadhoped that eventually Iwould die and someone would notice the danger I was in. But that neverhappened and yet theseabusive ways were not atany time about to come toan end. I did get to goback to Springfield butthings were just aboutto get worse. I wasn't even there atthe Springfield Children's Home for about maybe aweek when I consider it to be a mistake on my partby what happened next. If only I would not of walkedinto the houseparents roomthen I would not of beentrapped into the sex tradeof Children. For what I sawshocked me to the core. Oneof the houseparents was inhis bed having sex with one of the Children. It wasa male houseparent with one of my friends. After I hadcaught them I gasped fromshock. He heard me and thenwhen I ran he chased me. Ithen got caught and was thentrapped in another world that no parent would ever of liked for thier child to of known about. I could not tell evena soul about what happenedbecause they had threatened me with ultimant death andeven with threats upon myown brothers, mother andmy dad. I want to forgetabout it. I want to forgetwhat they made me do bypaying for it. I want toknow why did they do thisto me? Why was I forced todegrade myself? Why did theypay me to have sex? I wasjust a child going into womenhood. I didn't want that butat that time I showed shame.Now I have no shame. I feellike I should but I give a part of me away for free.I had wanted only to be setfree so I could love someone.I am now 37 and am learningwhat real love is. For whatwas done to me then and even later on I am mad. There ismore then what I happenedright then. For that hadonly happened to me forabout a year. I couldn't seem to get pregnant likeall of the other girls were. So I wasn't a big use to them. I rememberthe house where they woulddrop off the girls whomhad gotten pregnant. Theypayed us money for sex tohave children. But I gotout of it by going to yetanother foster home. Don'tworry the system wasn't through with me yet forabuse to go on.  I was 15 years old whenthey moved me. The fosterparents were nice to me.I really loved these ones.But danger still lurked for me. I wanted to stayhome alone. So I didn't gowith my fosterparents thistime to get Grandma. That'swhat we called her. Anywaysto get back to what happenedthat day. I had been busycleaning house when someoneknocked on the front door.I went and answered it. Itwas the boy down the streetwho had a crush on me. I hadtold him that I couldn't lethim in because they weren'thome. He said he alreadyknew that the neighbor wastrying to keep an eye out for me. I told him to goaway. I was getting nervous.I didn't even have a clue asto what was going to happennext. I had shut the dooron him or at least tried to.He slammed the door back onme while shoving the door into my shoulder blade. Ikicked him really hard andran. Brian his friend was at the back sliding doorwhen I opened it. He triedgrabbing me but I knockedhis leg out from under himand ran. Brian grabbed ahold of my shirt just as I was going over the fence.When he did that I cut myarm on the wires on the topof the fence. I jerked myselfloose and I ran as fast as I could. I was in track. Idid my best to run and tryto out run them. I knew if I could of made it to the highway then I would of gotten someone from thehighway to of stopped andhelped me. Of course thatnever happened. About 3/4of the way there was whenBrian had caught up to meby using one of his martialarts items to trip me up andmake me fall. It worked andthere just happened to ofbeen a little area wherethere were small trees tocover what had happenednext. Brian banged my headon a rock and dragged me to that little area. He turned me over and rippedopen my shirt. He tore thebutton to my jeans and hisother friend the guy whomliked me finished ripping my underwear off. He rapedme while Brian held downmy arms. I kept yellingfor him to get off of me.Noone could hear me. ICarlila Marie Sherman hasgone through hell. My old last name is Salois. AsDR. Phil says you neverforget abuse of any kind.He's right I can't forgetand now the Department ofSocial Services here in Springield, Missouri isusing what they did tome to take away both ofmy children. Do you the people think that it'sright for them to do?Use what they let bedone to me and then totake away my childrensaying I am mentally ill.How many others have gonethrough this? How manymore victims of abuse isit going to take beforesomeone says stop? I wasserved Friday on them taking away my children.It's called taking awayParental Rights in orderto terminate them. Guesswhat they listed on theMental illness they put down? Sexual Abuse wasput on there. They usedwhat they did to me forthier own gain. This is not right. It's not fair.I don't see how they canget away from what theydid. But it seems likethis whole world has whatI would call blinders on.They are putting also that I am Phychotic justbecause I am fighting formy children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113414277171857831?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113414277171857831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113414277171857831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113414277171857831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113414277171857831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/abuse-by-system.html' title='ABUSE BY THE SYSTEM'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113414266651886310</id><published>2005-12-09T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:37:46.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt; cont'd From June 9th 2003                  I Carlila Sherman have a copy of my             medical records for this night. On             those documents it even states about              small bruises found on my arm and              the other marks on my body. Heck it             even states that I expired on that             date. For those of you whom don't             know what expired means I will tell             you that it means I am dead. I got             up though and I am doing well for              being a dead person. That's what it             says. I guess you are seeing that I             am writing even though I am alive.             At least I think I am. For after             you read the horrors of the rest              of what has gone down, well most              of you will wish for death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113414266651886310?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113414266651886310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113414266651886310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113414266651886310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113414266651886310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/dead-zone.html' title='The Dead Zone'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113414255020083714</id><published>2005-12-09T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:35:50.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating From Daughter and Boy Friend Cops called Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;                              June 9th 2003               Most people would ask how come you              had you and your friends setup a plan              such as the one we set up. I know that              I had done the best that I knew how to              do. I thought along with them that the               plan was fool proof. I know now that               it wasn't. For I had soon found out.               What you are about to read you will               be shocked and appalled by this entry               and all of the rest of them. I make               no lies I just want the truth put in              here. I want people to know that I              was desperate to help my daughter out              to the best of my knowledge. In my              whole entire life I never wanted my              daughter to of gone through what I               have gone through and I had hoped              that she never would have to. I also              had hoped that life would not end up              for the worse but by all of the rest              entries in here you will discover that              life did get worse.                My friends and I had it setup that I              would use one of them to go in my car              moments before I took my daughter out              of town to get her some kind of help.              I was so nervous that I didn't know               what to do but pray everything turned              out well. So one of my friends wanted              me to take them to the bank first. I              had to con my daughter into going with              us. I asked her if she could do with a               new bathing suit and some new clothes?              She said sure especially when I said              that one of my friends was going to              go with. I knew that this would take              seeing how my daughter had always said               I have bad taste in clothes. It worked              like a charm. She was willing to go with              us. We went shopping at several stores.              Even buying my daughter the stuff she              needed for wear. I snuck a few items               out to the car at a time. She had no              idea what was about to happen. I had               finally asked my friend if she was as              ready for this as I was? She said yes.              That is when she yelled at my daughter               and told her come on for she had to go               home. My daughter folowed us out to the               vehicle and got in. I then took her back              home and she told my daughter that she              would see her later. My daughter told              her thankyou for going and that yup she              would see her around. My daughter had              moved herself to the front seat. I have              you know that in the end that this was               not a good idea. But we still drove off              and went the way we were suppose to go.               I drove towards the highway. This is               when all heck broke loose and I never              was so lost as to what happened that               day. I was to make a phone call to Gary              and I did with my cell phone to tell               him that my daughter is okay. The way              I was to tell him was to say that the               package was safe. When my daughter heard               me say that she started going balistic.              She was punching me, yanking on my arm,              trying to pull the car keys out, biting               me and even pulling me by my hair. I had              to keep us from crashing. She was going              to get us killed. I took my arm and slung              it back on her chest. She said I can't              believe that you did that! Next thing I              knew she said I am jumping out of this              car. I had to reached my hand across her              body had held onto the door. This was               because my daughter had opened the car               door to jump. My daughter had bit me so              hard on the arm that I had let go of the              door in the process. She took the chance               and jumped out. At this time I was going              55 miles per hour. I slammed on my brakes               and pulled over to the side of the road.              I chased her down the road. All she could              do was to keep screaming Rodgers name so              I was desperate to get her back into my               car so I lied to her and told her that              Rodger didn't love her any more and that               he had threatened to kill her this morning.              I lied to try and get her back in my car.              He never threatened her only me. I just              couldn't understand what kind of hold that              Rodger had on her that evidentily I didn't.              It took me 42 minutes to get her back into              the car. The only way that she would get              back into the car was for me to promise               not to try and take her to get help ever              again. Yet when she did get in things               were not even over yet.                When I was driving on a busy street when              yet again my daughter had tried 3 times               to jump out of the car again. But By this              time I was almost home. She said for me               not to take her home yet. I asked her why               not? She said she just didn't want me to.               So I tried to drive on past the area to               turn home but my daughter yet again had               grabbed my wheel turned it so that I would              go left and then told me to go ahead and               go home. I knew that I wasn't going to               stick around my house and be around a man              whom thought it was cool that my own child              had told him that maybe he should beat me              up. I didn't want to stay after what she               and him were doing to me. So when I went               to go and drop my child off at home I               did not expect for her to pull the stunt              that she did next. I guess I should of               because she was acting nuts. My daughter               ran to the front door of the apartment               and had started banging on it, screaming               for Rodger to come out.                 I went ahead and was going to either go               and see Gary that day by myself or go to               my friends. So I had started backing up              when all of a sudden my daughter is flying              across the hood of my car and hanging on.               This was just as I was starting to drive               forward. I was yelling at her and trying               to talk calmly to her to get off of my               hood to my car. She was yelling back at               me and telling me that I was not going               anywhere. She ended up jumping off of my              hood and trying to grab my car keys again               from me for she had jumped in my driver              side window. I told her to quit acting               like an idiot and to get out of my window.              She finally did and I drove off. As I was              doing that I saw her from my mirror that               she had gone back to pound on our door               again. When I left I had only gone about              2 1/2 blocks.               I was highly upset and I didn't know               what to do about my daughter going nuts.               So I had picked up my cell phone and               called one of my friends. When she had               picked up the phone I explained what               happened and that now I am afraid that               my very own child wouldn't hesitate to               kill or harm me. I told her that even               though for my daughter Gary and I had              cancelled meeting each other that I               needed to go and see him. My friend               told me that I needed to go back. I              told her I can't take a beating from              both of them (Rodger and my daughter).               That is when my friend said you know              what you have to do is go back whether               you want to or not. I told her I know               but Rodger will beat me up the worse               and if I ever call a cop again then               he will kill me or give me the beating               of my life and the cops will let him               get away with it again. She told me               to calm down and think with my brains.               I told her I am for you know it and               yes I know that my daughter needs me              now more than ever. But do I have to               take a beating for trying to protect              my daughter by taking her out of town               and finding out what is wrong with her?               My friend then told me that if I had              ended up dead or severely hurt that               they would alert the police if I do               not call her back within 2-3 hrs. I               knew that I could trust my friends to              take care of it. I was still scared              but from what had happened next I had               every right to be scared.               It wasn't about 2 minutes later that               I ended up pulling in to park my car.              Immediately I saw that Rodger was there              standing outside with my daughter. I               felt the danger I was in as soon as I              saw him look my way. I knew all hell               was going to break loose. I was afraid              for my life when I saw that look. For I               had no where I could turn but to face               the evil that was now walking towards               me. Yes that is what he was doing. He               was walking right over to my car. I was              praying that it wouldn't be as bad as               he could do to me but I knew that it               would be.                Rodger came up to my side window and               said,"how could I do that to her?" I               said,"do what?" He replied,"trying to               take your daughter out of town to a man               off of the internet." I turned my head              and looked at him and said you are nuts.               I was not trying to take my daughter out               of town to a man off of the internet. I              was taking her to get her some help for              something is not right with her! Any              child does not try and force thier own              parent to take drugs and now she tries              beating me up for trying to take her              out of town to get her some help? Of              course this made him mad. Rodger then              ordered me to get out of the car. I              told him no not when you are like this.              He then told me that he doesn't know              what my problem is that I would go so              far as to pull a stunt like this. That              is when I looked him in the eye and               told him that I don't love you any               more and that I want you out.               I should of seen what Rodger was              going to do next but I didn't think              that he would do it in front of my              daughter but he did. Rodger yanked              open my car door and had slammed his              fist right ino the left side of my              chest. I couldn't breathe. I was              gasping for breath when Rodger had              leaned over me and grabbed my car              keys. He bent them in front of my               face and then threw them into the               grass. Next thing I know he started              dragging me from the car across the               lawn. I couldn't stand for I have              Asthma and I was having difficulty              breathing. Rodger was yelling at              me to get up you bitch. How could              I get up when I had no strength?              Of course in the end my daughter               took me by the left arm and had               told Rodger that to come on and               I will help you to get her into              the house. So Rodger grabbed my              other arm and and they both had              preceded to take me to the lawn               from the area of the side walk.              About half way there I had gained              back my strength and was yelling               at them to let me go. I started               struggling. But Rodger picked me              up and carried me in the Apartment              while I was kicking and screaming              at him to put me down. I was hitting              him all over his back. He wouldn't              put me down until we went inside.              He put me down then told my child              to go to her room and that he was              going to take care of me. He had              looked at her and told her not to              worry that him and I were going to              have a little chat. I yelled at my              daughter and told her that she was              not to believe him and to run and              get help. My daughter went ahead              and as always listened to Rodger.              She left the room and went to her              own bedroom. I started crying. I              couldn't believe my own daughter              would abandon me.               Rodger put me down and then he              started yelling at me. I told him              I want you out of this place right              now. You don't belong here. Just               get out! That is when he advanced              upon me and picked me up by my               throat and threw me onto the couch.              I tried to get up but he was alot              quicker then I was. He pinned my              leg down with his knee and started              choking me. I kept seeing darkness.              I thought that I was going to die.              Blackness had closed in around me.              I had no air left. All I could at              that time was think about how he              was going to leave my daughter               without a mother. I don't know               where or how I did what I did              next. I kicked my foot up and               into Rodgers chest. Indeed this              man went flying right into the               coffee table. I saw that he had              crashed right onto it. This was              as I was sitting up trying to gasp              for air. I tried yet again to run              and get away from him. Rodger had              gotten up and grabbed me by the               shirt. When he had done that he              yanked me back up against him               and threw me down onto the couch               again. He put his hand back on my               throat and continued to choke me               again. He finally let go and kept              punching me over and over again.              I didn't know what to do. I lost               count of how many times he kept              punching me. All I prayed for was              that my daughter wouldn't walk in              and see him doing this to me. I              felt shame for what he had been              doing to me. I had no hope left               for surviving this. I was left              being powerless to anyone. I just              made sure to cover my face. I hid               it in fear. I didn't want anyone              to see the marks he had left. But              people still saw the damage later               on. It was what he told me when              he had finished with what he did              that scared me to death. Rodger               had told me that if I ever called              a cop on this or anything that              he had me setup so good noone              could break it. That in fact I              would loose my daughter and she              will blame me. He told me that I              should remember the date of March              18th 2003 and how the cops could              let him get away with anything.              He was right they did. They let               get away from them again for you              will see as to what happened next              after my daughter came back into              the living room and what she did              too. I am told that I have to               forgive my child for what she               did but it is not an easy task.              But read on because as you can              see no child should act like this              with any person.                My daughter had come back into               the living room after Rodger had              made his threat to me. My child              tried to talk to me. She didn't              understand that my voice was very              hoarse and that at that time I              could not talk. Well she got upset              and wanted to know what went on.              But I had no voice so I couldn't               tell her. Plus I was so ashamed              that I didn't want her to know.              A half an hour later I looked at              my watch and realized the time.              I needed to call my friends and              inform them if I was still alive              or not. So I grabbed my car keys               and went to go run out the door.              At first my daughter and Rodger               wouldn't let me go. But they had              finally let me go just barely              long enough for my daughter to              all of a sudden realize that I               still had my cell phone on me.              I had pretended to them that I              was only going to go and take a              walk. Well my daughter remembered              my cell phone and yelled at Rodger              that they needed to get my cell               phone from me. She started chasing              me across the grass and yelling at               me to give them the cell phone. I              ran as fast as I could but Rodger               knocked me down and both of them              started hitting, kicking, pushing,              grabbing and punching on my arms,              legs and even trying to drag my              feet to where I couldn't stand.              My own daughter was doing her               best to try and take my own cell              phone away from me. I kept a good              grip on it. I was not going to               let her have it at all and I didn't              give up. Finally Rodger was giving              up because people had started to              watch what was going on. He conceded              and told my daughter to let me have              my stupid phone but under absolutely              no circumstances was I to call the               police. My daughter did not want me              calling the police for some reason.              But I now knew that something was              not right with my daughter. So I              got in my car and I drove off to               go and see my friends. I had to              ask them to see if they could help.              I was very afraid to call the police              for I had no idea what Rodger had              setup on me. I didn't know what to              do. The only thing is for my friends              to help me to the best of thier know              how. This was and is the only way.               I went over to one of my friends               place. She listened to what I had               to tell her. I showed her my marks              on my body. She told me to relax              and have a seat and that she was               going to make a phone call to our              other friend. My friend came back              into the room and told me that we              were to meet our other friend at              Bingo and that we would see as to               what we should do next. When we got              to Bingo our other friend was not               there yet. She came after we waited              about another 15 minutes for her. I              knew that she was going to be very              upset about what had happened. She              grabbed me by the hand and took my              to the bathroom. She wanted to know              what happened and I told her. She              wanted for me to show her the marks.              I did and by then those marks were              now all bruises. All she could say              was damn Carlila you need to call              the police. I told her," I can't              do that and that she would never               understand what Rodger told me not              even but momments before I left to               go over to our other friends house."              My friend then asked me,"What?" I              then told her what Rodger had said.              She told me it did not matter what              Rodger threatened me with. I then               told her that I had to protect my              daughter and keep her out of it.              It took her a whole half of an hour              before she finally had talked me               into talking to a police officer.              I finally agreed but before I did              I told her that the police will              once again let him go. She went               and talked to the police officer              at the bingo hall and came back              to inform me that a police officer              would come at half time and talk               to me and that they will inform us.               Right as half time approached a               police officer came to take my               statement. I told him almost all              of what had happened I left out               the part about my daughter also              beating me up. I wanted to keep               her out of this. I informed him               that my daughter was upset about              all of this and to not talk to              her for she knows nothing. The              police officer wanted me to go               to the hospital. I told him that              I would do that later after bingo.              My friends assured him that they              would make sure I went. My asthma              had kicked in really bad. I was              having difficulty in breathing              but I figured I just needed some              calming down time. The officer               left with a promise not to talk              to my daughter. I even had told              that police officer that my Child              took Rodgers side.               I left Bingo and went with my               friends to the hospital. One of              my friends had decided to call              Lakeland Hospital for my child              and this was while we had been              waiting for them to call me back               into the emergency room. They               said that after they had talked               to me that they would take my              child. But later on after we had               gotten to the back and they took               all of these exrays one of my              friends came back and informed              me that she called the police              to let them know as to what was              going on and they told her to               mind her own bussiness and that              they were going to call Lakeland              and tell them that my daughter               didn't need to go there and that              there was more going on then              she knew about. She told me that              they told her that I could go               back home. The other officer had              wanted me to stay with my friends.               I had no idea what was going on.              So I called the police dept and              they told me that I would find               out about things the next day.              I was as confused as my friend              was. Why didn't the police do              thier job and arrest Rodger?              What in the heck was going on?              I got back home and at first              Rodger wouldn't let me come              in. He said the cops told him               That I wasn't going to come               home tonight but if I made a              sound a tried to disturb my own              daughter then he had orders to              call the cops. I had no idea               as to what in the heck was              going on now. I never thought              that things could get worse.              Look for the next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113414255020083714?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113414255020083714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113414255020083714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113414255020083714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113414255020083714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/beating-from-daughter-and-boy-friend.html' title='Beating From Daughter and Boy Friend Cops called Again'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113414239655735045</id><published>2005-12-09T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:33:16.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Of A New Dawning</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt; December 7th 2005        I saw my daughter today.     She wanted an apology for     me not protecting her. I     gave her one but I know     that I did everything in     my heart to protect her      from harm. She said that      when I had asked her if     Rodger was doing something     to her that he shouldn't     be doing. That this is     when I made her feel like     she was the other woman.     What other woman for she     was just a child. I only     had beeen asking her that     question within the last      few weeks because I had     promised Gary that this      here question should be     asked to my child and to     Rodger. This was only     because Gary saw my child      on a cam and she ended up     protecting Rodger and he     had picked up on something     that I didn't. I even had     laughed at Gary when he     made that suggestion to     me. I saw no signs of any     sexual abuse going on. But     evidently he picked up on     it. Now my kid has changed     her story yet again to the     time when she was 11 that     Rodger did this to her. I     hate to say it but guess      what? Not until my child     was 12 did she ever get to     have any time alone with     Rodger. My child was with     my mom every time she had      turned around when I had     been at work nor home. So     something does not match     up with her story. Plus     could someone please tell     me how a child could feel     like the other woman?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113414239655735045?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113414239655735045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113414239655735045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113414239655735045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113414239655735045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/date-of-new-dawning.html' title='Date Of A New Dawning'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113414228982375296</id><published>2005-12-09T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:31:29.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa Rendall call on Psyc on child</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;                                            September 28th 2005             I Carlila Marie Sherman had received a phone call from       Lisa Rendall today at 1:51 P.M. Lisa had stated that they       had removed my daughter Nattassia M. Sherman last night       from her foster home because she was not getting along       with her foster Mother. Yet Lisa had stated that due to       the facts that her psychologist wanted Nattassia locked       up in a psyc ward. Lisa had stated that he had thought        that it would be best for Nattassia. Lisa had also stated       that There was no rooms in Lakeland or Cox Hospitals so       therefore they moved Nattassia to heartland. I asked Lisa       Rendall where heartland is and she stated that she was in        Nevada, Mo. This is against my religous beliefs and even        though my Nattassia did not know much about her religon       this still flys under this being against her rights of the       same religous beliefs. Grounds for harming my child. Lisa       Rendall had also explained that she had told my dad first.       I did not sign for my daughter to be committed or see a court       order for her to be committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113414228982375296?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113414228982375296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113414228982375296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113414228982375296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113414228982375296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/lisa-rendall-call-on-psyc-on-child.html' title='Lisa Rendall call on Psyc on child'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113414212791515954</id><published>2005-12-09T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T07:28:47.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling For help</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;                    March-June 2003                            I want people to know that I did             my best in calling Department of             Family Services for 2 1/2 weeks              before this all had happened. I             tried every way in which I could.             I even had given them my mothers             name and phone number to call in             case Rodger got a nitch in his              belt to erase another phone message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113414212791515954?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113414212791515954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113414212791515954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113414212791515954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113414212791515954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/calling-for-help.html' title='Calling For help'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113392572886789137</id><published>2005-12-06T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:22:08.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DFS PUTS ME IN DANGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;April 27th 2003&lt;br /&gt;   A month after The Cops Gone Bad DFS had called me.   The lady wanted to know why Rodger was still living   in my residency. I couldn't say anything for Rodger  had put his hand over the receiver and threatened to  kill me if I was to say anything at all to them. He  had one of my swords against my throat while drawing  blood from my throat from him cutting it in the process  of bringing the sword to my throat. I really couldn't   say anything. I was so shocked and scared that I didn't   know what to do. I was afraid for my life. So I quickly  ended the conversation with her hoping that maybe this  lady on the phone would call me back. I was hoping that   in the end that she would at least come out and please  help me against this violent man. The thing here is that  noone had come out and checked on me. Even if it was to   see if I was alright. I can not even begin to think of   her name. For I barely knew my own. She did have her  name and phone number on the answering machine.  But   the problem was that before I could get it Rodger had  erased it almost immediately and before I could retrieve   her name and number the message was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113392572886789137?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113392572886789137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113392572886789137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113392572886789137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113392572886789137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/dfs-puts-me-in-danger.html' title='DFS PUTS ME IN DANGER'/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113392543606619064</id><published>2005-12-06T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:17:16.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;ARLY MAY TO JUNE 8TH 2003&lt;br /&gt;            Through out the last few months I had tried            to do my best to think of every way to get            Rodger out of my apartment. My daughter whose           name is Nattassia had always wanted him to            stay and she would say it very nicely. Even            in front of my friends and my family. She            would tell me that I couldn't kick Rodger out            for he was the only dad that she has ever had.            I did not want my daughter to be like she was           before after her dad had shot and killed himself.           So I kept him there because she seemed happier            with him there. Had I of known that my daughter           was also in danger then I would of done my best           to prevent it. A mother never really knows if            thier child is also in danger. The parents or           parent does thier best to try and prevent any            kind of danger from ever hurting thier kids.            Rodger had never hit nor punched me or even           stab me in front of my daughter. He only once           shoved me into a wall in front of Nattassia.           He never did anything like that again.             But on this day everything changed for me.            This is because of what an online friend only            a month before in May saw when my daughter            had jumped in front of Rodger in order to            protect him. My cam was on and it was by the            side of my computer. I only had turned it on            after a guy on the comp had in fact threatened           Rodger with what happens to men who beat up            females. Rodger came back in the kitchen and            had yelled at the guy on the comp. About that           time Gary a friend of mine had gotten online.            I asked him if he had wanted to see what I           was up against here? I had already told him            everything that Rodger had been doing to me            and the things that I had been doing to get            Rodger out of my Apartment. Like I was going            to try and join the army, but Gary talked me            out of that. Another thing I was that I tried            was using pornography on my comp I was hoping            that the dirtier I talked and showed myself too           that Rodger would take the hint and leave. But            everything seemed to of back fired. I am still           ashamed by what I had to do in order to save            myself. I was getting very desperate. So on            this day in early May is when this other part            that I am telling you about right this instance           had happened and it ended up to the date of            June 8th 2003 when everything had hit the fan.             Rodger and my daughter had been very careful            not to let anyone ever see them on my cam. But           this time when I turned it on Gary got to see            what I saw every day of my life. A man yelling            in anger and screaming at my comp threatening            to hurt everyone on there. My child jumped in           front of Rodger and started screaming too. I           just let them rant and rave. The other guy            whom had at that time been on the comp and            heard everything along with about 49 other           people came back with a reply I am sorry to            of upset him and I hope he doesn't harm you            because of it. I wrote back it's okay. I was           getting messages from Gary and he kept telling           me get out! Get out of the house now! I gave           him messages back that said I can't move! I           can't move! I was paralized by fear. Help me            Gary! Help me! Please help me! I knew that one           false move and Rodger would kill me in an any           instance. I was frantic. Helpless to his anger            and I ended up on the floor when Rodger had            told my daughter to get out of the kitchen.            That is when he knocked over my chair by            kicking it. I fell and hit the floor Rodger            continued to hit and kick me calling me a            bitch. I reached up and grabbed one of my           knives from the kitchen and told him to back            away from me. I yelled and screamed at him to            quit hitting, kicking and choking me. I kept           backing away from him and ended up in the far           corner. I was crying and shaking so badly that            I knew the only way to keep Rodger away from me           any more was to threaten to kill myself or him            if he came near me again. About that time is            when my daughter came back into the kitchen            and she started screaming at Rodger to take           the knife from me. Which he did. I tried swiping            him with it but my hands wearn't as steady as            they should of been, so he took it away from            me in the end. He apologized and said he was           sorry for he shouldn't of lost his temper. I            wanted to really believe him. I was hoping that           he never would do it again. My daughter even           smiled and told me that it would be alright            and then she hugged me. My daughter had only           heard the part where I said I was going to            kill myself. I had told Nattassia that from           what she saw that I really wasn't going to           kill myself.            At the end of that day in May I called Gary            and I apologized to him for showing him that.           He said hey it's okay now I know and that I           needed to listen to him. First of all what I           saw was better than a soap opera. Second do           me a favor try to stay home for a month and           keep an eye on your daughter and just watch           her. I then asked Gary,"why?" I thought that           this was a strange request. But Gary had told           me that I may not be the only one whom is in           danger. He thought my daughter was too. I           actually had laughed at Gary and I told him           okay but I really don't see the point in all           of this but I will do it. I was told by Gary            to open my eyes and to keep a better look at           my daughter. I actually thought that he was           kidding me but because I trusted him I did           as he asked me to do. By what you will read            next it will make you understand why he had           wanted me to do this.            June 8th 2003 I had come from work and yet           in the last 3 days I had not slept. This was           because I had stopped taking all of my pre-           scriptions that my doctor had given me. Here           is a list of all medications he had given me           and the reason I quit taking them was because           of the fact that Rodger had been giving them           to me for over 2 years and I had figured out           that he was slipping some of his in there in           order to make me sleep. So here is my list the           doctor gave me:            1.Amitripilene            2.Naproxen            3.Darvacets            4.Viacodine            5.Ultra cets            6.Ultra            7.Singulair            8.Flexiril            9.Flovent           10.Albuterol            I knew what color my medicines were and that            they would in fact make me weak against Rodger.           I would not be able to of fought a good fight           against anyone taking these kinds of meds. That           is why I was getting stronger and Rodger knew            it. I kept telling Rodger that one of the meds            he was handing me wasn't mine. He kept telling           me that it was. I started refusing to take any           of my meds because of this. That is when Rodger           had started throwing me down and forcing me to           take the meds. When someone does this it is           called Stockholm Syndrome. A form to put you            in thier control for brainwashing. After he           would force me to take the medicine anyways           I would do everything that he wanted and I           had no control over listening to him. So I           finally had figured it out and refused to           take any more medications. This meant even           if he was going to have to harm me again.           On this day of June 8th 2003 Rodger had done           what I never thought that he would. He had            my daughter try to force the meds down my           throat and make me take what wasn't mine.            I was sitting at my comp as usual when my           daughter came into the kitchen. I have you           know I was on the phone with someone too at           this time and they are a witness that my            daughter had done this to me. I was busy           talking and typing when my daughter came           into the kitchen yelling at me. I tried           ignoring her. For here lately she seemed           to be always mad at me. I thought that it           was just a teenage thing. My daughter got           through with throwing her fit and left the           kitchen for about 2 minutes. When she came            back in the kitchen I saw that she had had           something hiding in her hand. I couldn't           see what it was but it didn't take long           before I found out what she had. I was           still talking on the phone with the one           whom had heard everything when my child           had tried to shove pills into my mouth           begging me to please take the pills and           go to sleep. She yelled at the person on           the phone and told them to tell me to            take the pills Because I hadn't slept            in 3 days. My daughter had been heard           yelling and screaming at me and then the            smack sound. She kept trying to put the           pills in my mouth and then she curled up           her finger and hit contact with my nose.           I had started gushing blood and I was           screaming at the person on the phone to           tell her to stop. I ended up knocking            the pills out of her hands and they had           scattered across the kitchen floor. I           jumped up from my chair, shut down my            comp and told the person on the phone            what she did. Meanwhile, my child was            screaming that she didn't do it. I went           ahead and told the person goodbye. Then           I hung up the phone. I grabbed my car            keys and left the house. I had ended up           over at a friends Apartment. I pounded           on her door until she let me in. She           had taken one look at me and right away           she asked me,"what had happened to me?"           My friend had thought that Rodger had           done this to me. I told what my daughter           did and while I was talking on the phone           with someone. My friend told me to go in           her bathroom and she would make sure to           keep her child out of the way. This is            so that they wouldn't have to witness all           of the blood on my face and shirt. She           helped me to wipe off all of the blood           off my face and gave me a different shirt           to wear. That's when she went to go and            check on her child and before she left the           room she handed me another washcloth and           told me to clean up the blood on my shirt.           I did all of that and as I was coming out           of the bathroom I heard her on the phone            with someone. I figured out that she had           been on the phone with my other friend.            I waited for her to get off of the phone           before I asked her to whom was she talking           to? I had wanted to make sure that it was           who I had thought it was. Well I was right.           My friend told me that our other friend was            going to meet us at Bingo and that I am not           to worry. My friends had known that I was            originally going to meet my online friend           Gary Tuesday but when my daughter had done            that everything had changed. Gary had known           that as soon as I had called him. He asked,           "How could he help me?" I told him not to           worry we will all figure out something. I           was at Bingo when I was talking to him and            this is later on at night. My friends were           listening in. One of my friends had piped           up and suggested that since my daughter had           refused less then a week ago to Lakeland           here in Springfield, Mo. that maybe Gary           would have a suggestion. This was the friend           whom was shocked to find out that it was           my daughter whom had hit me and done that           to my nose. My nose was purple by then.            Gary had been listening in to our whole            entire conversation while we were debating            as to what we should do. My friend grabbed           the phone from me and asked again for his           suggestions? Gary had told her that the only           thing that he could think of was for me to           take her to Columbia, Mo. and get her help.           So my friends and I decided that this is            what we would do. I could easily take her           and get her some help this way and nothing            could go wrong. Or so we thought. We devised           a plan to get my daughter help we worked out           a plan and what each and everyone of our part           would be. We had thought wrong about it being           easy to do. For one thing when Rodger and my            daughter had taken off for a few minutes for           thier walk I went and packed my daughters            clothes. What I hadn't expected was that she           would notice that they were missing and get           mad about it. That's what happened when she            had returned. She noticed and was really mad.           She was turning the couch over and all the           furniture. When she could not find them she           demanded that I opened the trunk of my car.           Rodger went and opened it up hisself. That           was when my daughter had started yelling at           me and asking what was going on? I told her           nothing is going on. My daughter was really           teed off at this point. She told that what           ever I am up to that she is on to me and she           won't do what ever is in my sick mind. I had           no idea that my daughter would feel this way            and that maybe I was going to be highly upset           the next day when all hell broke loose. Look           to the bright side my friends and I thought           that by what we were going to do that this           child would be better off. Noone figured that           my child would do what was going to happened           the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19367688-113392543606619064?l=childtraffic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/feeds/113392543606619064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19367688&amp;postID=113392543606619064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113392543606619064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19367688/posts/default/113392543606619064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childtraffic.blogspot.com/2005/12/arly-may-to-june-8th-2003-through-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Whistle Toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848121856095590648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19367688.post-113365373476718386</id><published>2005-12-03T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T15:48:54.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Police Gone Bad</title><content type='html'>This is how it all started . I normally would never rat on someone but this time I had to in&lt;br /&gt;order to save myself from harm or so I had thought that I was going to do just that. For what you will read below you will see a not so pretty picture and some will have doubts others will be shocked. So I am now telling you that this is what I had done. As soon as I had found out that&lt;br /&gt;the man whom was living with me(Rodger Ronald Curry Jr.) had stated to me on March 18th 2003 that he might have a warrant out for his arrest I set it up with my dad to have him arrested. I had gotten sick of Rodger beating me up, stabbing me and calling me names. Rodger was very good to make sure that he did not do this in front of my daughter Nattassia. He wanted her to think that he was the good one but evil lurked behind this man. A frightening evil. So I had learned the night of March 17th 2003 in passing is when Rodger had mentioned that he might possibly have a warrant out for his arrest . I quickly started thinking of a way to get help. I thought of my Dad. I took off the next morning to go and see my Dad at hjis work and to  ask him for some kind of help.  I explained to my Dad what Rodger had said to me the night before.  My dad waited for me to finish before he asked some questions. The first one out of his mouth was ,"What is Rodgers full name?" The next question was," what state is he from again?" I had told my dad what he needed to know and he patted me on the back, told me not to worry and thanked me for letting him know.  I found out later that my dad had called one of my exboyfriends and he had called the police. This was after what had happened next.&lt;br /&gt; The cops came to my house looking for Rodger . They had come within a few hours after Rodger had stabbed me under my left breast.  This is how they came to my apartment; I hear this knock at my door. I went to go and answer it and there are three cops standing on my front door. These cops had pulled out thier weapons but when they saw that it was me the put them right back in thier holsters. Now I have you know that I am all ready a mess and totally scared by this time because of Rodger stabbing me for going and seeing my dad.  Yup I got punished&lt;br /&gt; for seeing my dad and taking off without him.  Yet Noone had cared to check anything out when you read by what happened next. So read on. The three cops explained that they were there because they had gotten an anomonous phone call saying that Rodger Ronald Curry Jr. was holding me and my kid hostage and to top it off that they were also alerted to the fact that what they had been told was that Rodger had a warrant out for his arrest. True to the fact Rodger really was holding me hostage under Stockholm Syndrome which is another word for brainwashing. You must understand that I could not tell these men that not after what Rodger had just put me through. The three oficers kept trying to get me to say anything to them. Yet I coudn't say anything.  I did eventually say something to them and told them that I could not speak to them for they are men. I then asked all three cops," if I could possibly speak with a female officer?" I only had asked them that because at that time and moment I was very afraid that these men could possibly do me harm too. For I was standing right there in front of these men and I was bleeding to dealth from what Rodger had done to me hours before hands.  This&lt;br /&gt;is what these police officers had told me, "that they do not have any female officers." Here I am not being able to trust a man cause of being forced to take his medicine by Rodger shoving it it in my mouth, stabbed and being beatened up every time I turned around . Yet these officers say what they had come to my apartment for yet they  say they have no female officers. I am&lt;br /&gt;scared and afraid of these men. For I am standing in front of these idiot 3 cops and they can't see that I am bleeding? What is wrong with this picture in the end?&lt;br /&gt; These Springfield, Mo. Officers finally asked if Rodger Ronald Curry Jr. was there. I had turned around to look. When I did it was to discover that Rodger had left the living room. So I yelled for him to come out and that the police wanted to talk to him.  As Rodger came around the corner from the hallway before I knew what was going to happen one of the police oficers slammed me into the door to get past me to get to Rodger. It was like lightening speed.  I was shoved outside and taken by one of the officers over to the steps to that go upstairs which is on our patio to our doorway.  I deliberately had asked for my jacket. Number one: I felt cold. Number Two: I wanted for the cops to see where I had been stabbed. For maybe they could giet me some help for I was scared to ask them. I would of believed anything that day. I was never so scared in my life this day only cause instead of Rodger stabbing me with one of my own daggers in my throat, he stabbed me in my chest. I put that jacket on slowly. I could of sworn that these officers had seen the blood. Even when they had stopped what they were doing to search my pockets. Well after they had done that; I had finally heard the clink of handcuffs. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard that noise. I know that the officer heard me for he looked right at me when I did it.&lt;br /&gt; A few seconds later the blonde haired officer escorted my daughter Nattasssia out of the house&lt;br /&gt;and told her to go over and sit by me. My daughter did as he asked and sat down by me holding my leg. The brown haired officer was outside with us whil;e the blonde and black haired officer&lt;br /&gt;were inside with Rodger.  I saw them checking Rodger's pockets and they had pulled something out his pocket. I heard the blonde haired officer when he had come outside to speak with the officer whom was outside with us. When I heard that they had found some kind of pipe on him, I wanted to scream and get really mad. What was this man doing drugs for and in my house.?&lt;br /&gt;I heard when he had gone back in and what he said that is why I was praying so hard that this idiot did not bring drugs into my house. But by what I heard the officer say about it being drugs and as to what kind I had no idea.  I was mad and highly upset and then about another twenty minutes later I was royally mad at the Springfield Police officers. You see Rodger gave these Police officers a false Social Security Number. Do you know what happened? It came back that the Social Security was a false one. That is when the cops started yelling at Rodger and shoving him while he was in handcuffs. Rodger was crying like a big baby and screaming that it hurts. They were treating him like that because he gave them a false social security number and they&lt;br /&gt; were mad. Rodger finally gave them the correct one and moments later the cops did a drug deal with Rodger and turned him loose. They came out and told me that they couldn't find the warrant for Rodger's arrest. They blonde haired officer had even put his had up on my left shoulder and pushed down. When he had done that I jumped ,winched and had even jerked&lt;br /&gt;from the pain. For it hurt.  Being stabbed or beaten up is one of the most scariest things that could ever happen to a person. Yet the cops let Rodger go and get away with harming me and having a warrant out for his arrest. This is not fair Justice. How could they do this to a person?&lt;br /&gt;They set me out to be doomed. Now I knew I could trust almost noone. For the cops had let him get away. I found out sometime in November 2003 that the cops eventually found that warrant that they could not find back then in March. By what happens the rest of the way you will figure out consequences by them not arresting him and by me trying to kick Rodger out after the cops left.  Yet, later on I went to the hospital to try for help and noone notices that I am  bleeding. 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