Court Records

Our state has a website to view current and past court preceedings/charges of individuals.  If you get a speeding ticket - it will be on there.  If you file bankruptcy - sometimes it will be on there.  If you foreclose on your house - it will be on there.  If you are arrested for battery, strangulation, bail jumping, and other bullshit....it will be on there.

Few weeks ago I looked up C. Honestly, I was shocked when I saw his name come up with actual charges.  He is not 18.  It broke my heart to see 2 counts of disorderly conduct.  I knew he was being charged with it.  However, I wasn't prepared for it.  Does that make any sense?

This evening, because I'm struggling in a rather raw way, I checked to see what the newest charges were and if I would be able to get an idea if C was still in jail or not.  Again, I was not prepared for what I read.  I needed to read he was still in jail.  I did not need to read "bail jumping".  Dear Lord he is ONLY 17...bail jumping. 

This is what I found:  (Name, address, birthdate and such have been removed)

Charge(s)

Count No.	Statute	Description	Severity	Disposition
1	940.19(1)	Battery	Misd. A
2	940.19(1)	Battery	Misd. A
3	943.01(1)	Criminal Damage to Property	Misd. A
4	946.49(1)(a)	Bail Jumping-Misdemeanor	Misd. A
5	946.49(1)(a)	Bail Jumping-Misdemeanor	Misd. A
6	940.235(1)	Strangulation and Suffocation	Felony H
7	940.44(1)	Intimidate Victim/Dissuade Reporting	Misd. A

and then all I could do was say:

and....

......I started a VERY HOT tub of water.  Because the hot water somehow...numbs the pain.  It was my coping mechnism when C was home.  And still is. 

Wavering

My dh has limited contact w/C.  He answers phone calls as he can and feels like it. Often not answering calls unless it has been several calls with in a few day period. And sometimes not even that.

Twice in the last month we've received cluster calls. Last month, after several calls there was a 1 day break.  Then the FM called and left a message.  We found a 'little bit' out that was not coming right from C.  Given you can only believe a portion of what he tells you.  She seemed pretty on the ball.

Fast fwd to yesterday.  Several cluster calls.  SEVERAL.  Dh did listen to the message.  It was a collect call from the county jail where he is living.  DH was able to figure out how to block calls coming from that number.

Today, a number dh had listed called dh sevearl times.  Leaving

a message the last time.

Information I really didn't want to know or hear.

And one of my biggest fears is that one day C will find where we live.  Even though we don't have an unlisted address and such and he could easily find us if he choose.  We have only cell phones right now so it would make it a tad harder.

C's FM called.  She will no longer be his FM.  She will not allow him back in her home.  Currently, he is sitting in the county jail. It really breaks my heart.  More than I could ever express here.

And she has school pictures and some other pictures she wanted to send us. 

And asked for our address.

And....dh gave her our address.

And...when dh told me he gave it to her...I nearly died.  It was all I could do not to start sobbing.

Why?  WHY?  First dh's number was ONLY to be given to caregivers/staff ect ect. Cor would NOT have access to it.  Guess what?  That didn't happen. He's even managed to call me a few different times.  I'mnot happy.  I'm terrified.  This kid hates me. HATES me. 

In his current home he has told his FM that he was abused in our home.  Yet, he idolizes and looks up to my DH.  And respects and listens to my DH.  So who would that leave to have abused him?  Me....according to him.  He knows that I wasthe deciding factor and what transpired between my dh in the end which led to the disruption.  He knows that.  Someone....some idiot told him.  Told him that I am the bad guy (gal).  Asual for RAD kids.  And now...it will only be a matter of time before he gets our address. I just know it.

The FM said she wouldn't give it to him.  I'm not worried about that.  I'm worried that she  will give it to someone else and so forth....and it will be in his hands.

It's nearly 1am. I can't sleep. I've been a wreck all day thinking about it. 

And...I'm not sure that I can see a picture of him w/o falling apart even more. 

What happened with the fact that we disrupted. Or the state terminated our parental rights bc we wouldn't allow him back in our home?  And we would no longer have info or access to knowing what/how/where he was?  Yet...we do.  And today....it is ripping my heart to peaces. Seriously!

Sure, I've struggled w/this hole situation.  For the MOST part....I've been doing REALLY well when it comes to this crap.  And well, flush that idea and thought down the drain. 

Missing

Been a lil' while since I posted here on this blog.  Life has stepped in and taken over.  My job is overwhelming and suck-y at best.  I have a job.  Therefore, I try not to complain to incredible much. Along with life stepping in and taking over.  So has depression and anxiety along with it.  There are good days.  There are bad days.  There are just plain shouldn't this day just start over days. 

I would have never thought that being 6+ years post disruption (seems like it was JUST FREEKING YESTERDAY) I would still miss my boy as much as I do.  Often wonder if the lil bits of info we get from him from time to time makes it harder.  I guess I will never know. 

I don't miss the drama. I don't miss the rages.I don't miss the pissing everywhere. I don't miss all the RAD crap.

I miss him.  I miss his infectious smile. I miss the way he loved his sister.  I miss being his mom.  I miss being able to take his Senior Pictures. I miss not being able to see him go off to Prom or Homecoming.....I miss those things.

 

Broken, Tattered, and Shattered

Those are the 3 words that come to my mind when I think about the last 13 years of our life when it comes to Cor, the system, our experience, our family, the entire situation.

Just a few days ago, I almost said outloud to one of my sweet soul sisters (or txt bc we txt often)  that I am/have been in a pretty good place when it comes to this entire situation. 

I've felt a ton of peace when it comes to Cor and everything that has followed.

Until today.

This weekend my dh received 3 phone calls in 2 hours.  Not one message was left.  None.  He will receive cluster calls from Cor during a 2-3 day time period.  But often, not several in one day.  DH didn't answer them.  He didn't acknowledge it. I got worried.  Three calls in 2 hours?  Could something be wrong?  Could he be ill? 

I turned to FB and did some lurking.  I know that his BM is friends on FB w/his foster mom. I figured out who his FM was bc I could see who his BM's friends were and well...when you only have a hand full it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.  Turns out, I was right smack on. I was also smack on that recent supervised visits with BM (per Cor telling my dh about a month ago in a phone conversation) would go sour.  BM/FM are no loner friends on FB.  Interesting. 

Last night, my dh received 2 phone calls w/in minutes of each other from Cor.  The 2nd call there was a message left.  He refused to listen to it.  Said he didn't care.  I can't fault him for not talking to Cor.  And doing so only when he feels like he can.  He is pretty good about not answering calls when our children are awake or around.  It is energy draining for him.  And I accept and understand that.  Cor has only left 1 message in the 2 years since we were 'located' by one of his group home owners.  The last message wasn't a very nice one.  And left both my dh and I in a bad spot.  So I get why Dh didn't want to listen to it.

Today is my day off.  We decided to go into town this morning after the kids were sent off to school. I knew he hadn't listened to the message.  I still said "So, what did Corry want?"  He said "oh, I forgot he called." He listened to the message.

It wasn't Cor. It was his FM. She was wanting to know if DH would give her some background on this kid.  What kind of abuse and from whom he had been abused by.  And if he had ever abused animals or other children in our home.

ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME!

Oi!!  We are always happy (or my dh is anyway...and I would be, too) to give any and all information we have on Cor.  We love him.  We've always loved him.  We spent several years giving that chidl everything we had.  We filed bankruptcy twice bc we literally spent every penny and then some trying to get him help.  No amount of anything was helpful.  If by chance, we can share a little bit of something to one of his caregivers now that will HELP THEM or PROTECT THEM or the children in their home OR Cor...then we will do it.

DH had a 30-45 min. phone conversation w/this lady.

Cor is in jail.  Big person jail.  She is giving him 1 more chance and that is ONLY bc he went to respite this weekend and didn't receive his medication and it isn't his fault he didn't receive his meds.  True.  But in all reality, not really.  He attempted to hurt her.  I believe he did hurt her.  Dh didn't give me exact details and I was able to catch bits and pieces of their conversation.

DH told FM lots and lots of stuff.  As much as one can in a 30-45 min conversation.  I was got out of the car when I knew I was about to loose my shit.  James made some type of comment that he is always amazed at how highly Cor has held DH on a pedestal (true!!!).  And FM said "OMG...I know.  You can do and never have done any wrong in this boys eyes.  He highly respects you and what you tell him.  If you tell him he needs to shape his shit up and xyz...then for the next several days he will try very hard.  Saying "I need to make my dad proud of me".  She then proceeded to tell dh that he has told her that he was abused in our home.  Which she hasn't believed.  But he is adament and consistant about the abuse he endured in our home. 

Fuck.  Really?
This is what I hear and internalize in that comment.

The kid thinks DH can do no wrong and highly respects him.  Well, who the hell else does that lead to have abused him?  Me. 

It is probably best that I not hear that from him.  I might just end up abusing him.  Except for the fact he is nearly a foot taller than I am.  So that wouldn't go so well I'm sure.

I'm amazed that this seems to be the longest foster/treatment placement he has had.  This lady knew nothing of his previous placements in psych hospital that led to RTC that led to being placed in theraputic home.  She knew nothing about him hurting his siblings, nothing about ANYTHING. 

Fuck.  REALLY?
I'm pissed today.
I'm hurt today.
I'm angry today.

I really would love to just run the freeking SW, who is STILL invovled in his care....you know the SAME ONE for the last 10 years....run his ass over.  Seriously, it is probably best we don't ever meet on the street.  He never be a passenger of mine. I would SOOOO leave his ass in a rain storm.  Better yet in a blizzard.  Drive right past him...after I spit my gum out at him.

I know....I'm not very grown up about what I have to say or think or feel.  I'm sure I sound like a whiney ass cry baby having a temper tantrum.  Guess what? I really don't care.  Because that is exactly what I am doing....having a huge freeking tantrum.  And it is all I can do not to call the DCFS Social Worker and give him the riot act. 

He failed this kid.

Again and again and again....

If I went to work and failed to do my job...the state would no longer allow me to work.  If I hurt somoene, I would no longer be allowed to work.  We both have state jobs....and this dumbass continues to just mess it up.

Our family was broken.
Our family was tattered.
Our family was shattered.

Our son was broken.
Our son was tattered.
Our son was shattered.

The system is broken.
The system is tattered.
The system is shattered.

We are not alone

I can not express how thankful and blessed I am right now.

I have a dh who suggested we take a road trip to Indiana to meet up with another Soul Sister.  We are hoping to go Labor Day weekend if my work hours match.  I wasnt 100% on board this morning.  He then suggested to go to Chicago.   After some texting back and forth....quick packing and a 2.5 hr drive...my family is snoring...and I am laying in a hotel room next to a fellow adoptive family and even better a Soul Sister who gets me! 

We share so much in common.   Even more than both of our families have adopted.  We both know the heartache and pain it has brought on so many different levels.

This is the best therapy around!!

Not for the Faint of Heart

Over and over I'm reminded that adoption and disruption is not for the faint of heart.

As a matter of fact it breaks your heart and definately makes your heart even more faint.

Few weeks ago, Cor called his dad (as he does weekly only my dh doesn't answer the calls often) and informed him he was "meeting up with his bio mom and bio sister".  He fed his dad a bunch of "info" that bio birth vessel had filled his head with.  Suchh as " she has been clean, sober, and out of trouble for 10+ years".  That is a crock of shit if I ever heard one.  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to look her up on our states court system and find out...numerous domestic battery, numerous restraining orders, numerous prostition, numerous...IN arrests.  She may have not been in prison.  But she sure as hell hasn't stopped A: lying and B: stayed out of trouble.

Whatever. It isn't my problem.  Well, if I make it my problem...I guess it is.

Because I'm gluten for punishment I tend to 'check' up on her on FB.  When you only have 11 FB friends and then this week  you have 12 listed.  It is rather easy to see who your new friend is.

Who might that be?

My former PCP's nurse and aquaintance...someone whom I thought the world of AND our former "puppy class instructor".  Oh' and she is also.....a foster parent and lives in the same town that C lives in.  And......has a picture of Cor in her photos!

Just a lovely day it is!

I Couldn't Make This Sh*t Up if I Tried...

Every step of the way, I have often thought that there is no way I could make up even half of the bs that has surrounded our 'adoption story'. 

You know the one where you and your spouse go through years of infertility.  Have 4 specialist in 4 years tell you ...Ms _ you will never conceive naturallly.....and then you decide to look into adoption

Only to find out the cost is above and beyond your current ability so you let it sit on the back burner for awhile.  Putting all your faith in the Lord and saying "In HIS time we will move forward.  In HIS time we will become parents.  In HIS time OUR CHILDREN will be brought to this earthly home of ours...."

Only to have the agency you orginally contacted and NEVER filled out any paperwork or even give them  your info....yolu just inquired...to have them contact you and tell you that YOU were chosen by bio grandparents of a child that WOULD eventually be available for adoption.... 

Then not even a year later have that bio family contact you, in an emergency, and have us take the child for emergency respite. 

ONLY to have that emergency placement become...permanent.

Only...only only only only only......

to have so many wrongs end up making a right.

ONLY to have so many rights....end up being WRONG!!

To have lived your life in such a Christian/Christ-like manner that you were certain this child was your child.  And you believed with all your heart that the Lord had orchistrated a true miracle (which I still do believe) when you found out you were pregnant for your first biological child, only a few short weeks after you signed the intent to adopt paperwork.  Having said ALL ALONG that you would NOT adopt or follow-thru with adopting should we get pregnant before this child was placed w/us permantly for adoption.

Only...only...only!!

Only to have so much that seemed so dang right.  Go so VERY wrong.

I couldn't make this Sh*t up if I tried....

***you know the disruption sh*t.
***you know the constant phone calls to your dh.
***you know the hooking up w/bio mom on FB and ever so often friend requests that you get.
***you know the constant phone calls to your dh that go unanswered.
***you know the pulling into a McD's parking lot....over an hour from your home, on your way to do a photoshoot....ONLY to see this child...whom you have only seen a picture of on your states waiting child listing and his FB profile pic....to SEE him walking into McD's for breakfast (or lunch...could have been either bc it was right about that time.)
***you know the phone calls...the ones that happen as I'm responding to a blog comment..just seconds before beginning this post.

Ever so often....as in this last week....I say to myself many times a day...."i couldn't make this shit up if I tried" and a few other things that I will not go into on this blog.