» » I should probably note that my email accounts have been hacked .. for some time now.
» Email Accounts Hacked
I have detailed the circumstances behind this hack on my » Contacts page.
So if you have received an email from me in the last several months, then it is probably bogus.
From some hacker pretending to be me.
I take the approach that anytime I am online the whole world is watching everything I do.
I dont know why hackers are so interested in my site .. seeing that there are so many more lucrative targets out there. (I dont sell anything.)
» No Money Fucknuts
They are just wasting their time trying to extract money from me. (I have not had a thousand dollars in a long time.)
Right now I cannot even afford the $5 a month to keep open my bank account. (It sucks not having a bank account.)
[ So if the site goes away in the next month or so .. then you will know that I was not able to scrape together the monthly webhosting fees ($56). ]
This is the same bank account that I had when that teller said to me, "I just want you to know that I sucked my thumb until I was twelve years old."
» The Child Support People Wiped Out My Last $65
The child support people say that I owe them somewhere around $45K or $50K. I cannot even afford the interest (10% annual) on this amount.
They sent a "legal action process" to my bank to try and get this money that I dont have. (Which they have done many times before.) I had $65 of SSI money left in my account, but my bank charges $100 to process their legal action.
So they get nothing from me, but my bank took the last $65 of SSI money that I had.
I was saving the $65 in case I needed to buy a new Waterpik flosser .. because the drymouth from the radiation to my salivary glands tends to rot your teeth faster. And I cannot do without a Waterpik.
After my bank account was wiped out (yet again) I deposited $11 in cash .. in order to try and keep my account open ($5/month service fee) .. but they took that too.
I think they are going to take everything I have until they get their $45K. "Too bad for you if you need toothpaste or a haircut," they say.
So it has become clear that it is an exercise in futility trying to keep open my bank account .. and I only have some nickels and dimes left. (No more paper money .. I spent my last two $1 bills at Starbucks on a medium coffee last week.)
» I have been in Worse Situations
» Genuinely Grateful Just to be Alive
As previously mentioned, I have a number of things left over from the cancer treatment .. but I am just glad to be alive.
I am genuinely glad to be alive and I feel a genuine sense of gratitude for the simple things in life .. such as witnessing the arrival of a new season.
Which arrives Wednesday, 20 March 2019 at 2:58 PM here on the Left coast.
» Looking for a New Place to Live
» Total Blackout
If he is still there, that is .. and she has not moved away .. which she has tried to do a number of times before. So I would not be surprised if she has.
It is a total blackout.
The last time I heard from my son (18 months ago) .. was a message that he left for me saying that he would, "Try to get mom to clear off some of her messages," so I could at least leave a message for him, telling him that I love him.
That was the last I heard from him.
Ever since the judge gave her "veto power" over me, and said that I have to go along with whatever she decides whenever we cannot agree (we never agree on anything) .. it would not surprise me if she has indeed moved away.
I fought her for years, trying to stop her from moving away with him. I drained my bank account and max'ed out all my credit cards.
» A Good Question
Friends would ask me, "Why do they want you to give her all your money when she only uses it to try and take him away from you?"
That's a good question. Maybe somebody knows the answer.
» Doing What is Right by Your Child(ren)
When the child support people send letters, they say things like, "Do what is right for your child(ren)."
What they mean by this is to » give the mom more money. But they never encourage you to spend more quality time with your child(ren). Not even one time.
They never send a letter to the mom telling her to stop asking for bullshit restraining orders that separate your child from his dad for an accumulated 3 months worth.
They never tell the mom that she should stop calling the police and child protective services and making false accusations against the dad.
They never tell the mom that is is not good to coach your son to say bad things about the dad. (As was reported in the 730 evaluation.)
They never call me up and ask me how they can help me to see my son more often.
This is because they dont care about these things. They only really care about the money .. even if the mom happens to use the money you give her to hire people in order to try and take him away from you and move away to another state.
And if you cannot pay what they say you need to pay, then they will take away your driver's license .. which they know will make it more difficult for you to see your son.
I could continue along these lines ad nauseum .. but my point is that they dont really care about the kids. They pretend to .. but they really dont.
See .. the county gets money from the federal government based on the amount of money that they extract from dads.
So the more money they can extract from you, the more money they get from the federal government.
This is why they are really about the money .. and could give two shits about the kids. It's a total scam.
They want you to do "what is right" for your child(ren) .. but they do not do what is right. Far from it, my friend.
» I have Never Seen a Child Do that for So Long Before
Speaking of the 730 evaluator .. one of the cute stories that I like to tell is when the evaluator came out to the house to conduct an evaluation.
(He is a clinical psychologist.)
They come on a day when you have visitation. My son was 3 years old at the time. (This was before he started going to daycare.)
I said to him, "A guy is coming out to the house today for a few hours to see what kind of a dad I am. Just be yourself and everything will be fine."
We began by sitting out in the rec room (« which is the detached building behind the collapsed umbrella).
I was sitting on the sliding metal loveseat there which is facing the TV. My son was sitting on my lap like he usually did. We were watching a DVD .. Finding Nemo or Happy Feet, I think.
The 730 evaluator was sitting in a comfy chair just to our left. We were all watching the DVD and he was asking some questions about where we got the DVD (rented from the library), and some questions about our routine.
After about a half-hour or so, we paused the video were going to walk over to the neighbor's house (a stone's throw away) down the street and jump on the trampoline in their front yard there.
(They had two boys who were expert trampoliners and could do mad flips and whatnot. Their mom said that we could use the trampoline whenever we wanted. My son had been bouncing on the trampoline ever since he could walk.)
With a somewhat surprised look on his face, the evaluator says to me, "I have never seen a child sit there for so long like that." (on my lap)
I did not say anything, but I thought, "Dude, this is nothing. He has sat here for waay longer than this." (I do not know how other dads are alone with their kids. He is all I know.)
» Is that What He Told You?
The first thing that the evaluator said to me, when we first started watching the DVD was, "Did you tell him that I was coming?"
I said, "Yeah."
He said, "What did you tell him?"
I said, "I told him that a guy is coming out to the house today to see what kind of dad I am. Just be yourself and everything will be fine."
The evaluator then asked my son, "Is that what he told you?"
My son nodded and said, "Yeah."
The evaluator then scribbled some notes in his pad.
If you read his 35-page report, you will find that the 730 evaluator found evidence of coaching every time that he came out to the mom's place to do a similar evaluation with her and him .. even though she paid for the whole $6,000.00 evaluation.
» The Most Heartbreaking Question Ever
The total black-out might actually be easier to deal with, emotionally speaking. Since the answer to the question, "When am I going to see you again, dad?" .. breaks my heart.
If you happen to see my son, tell him that I love him, and to remember Fly-like-a-bird .. where we always come back to each other.
There is not much that I can really do right now. I simply do not have it in me to fight her. She is very good at what she does .. as you can see. She knows how to fight dirty.
This is one of the reasons why I tried so hard to be the best dad I possibly could .. because I could see that the courts were intent on fucking me over. And you can only take so much of that .. before your ass starts to feel like you are being ground down into the pavement.
It is a place that you cannot even imagine .. until you have actually been there .. for year after year.
Someday I may take it a step further and break it down for you in capital fucking letters .. so that it will be impossible for anybody to misunderstand me.
But now is not the time for that.
» My Shrink is Proud of Me for Confronting and Doing a Difficult Thing
I simply want to say here that I did this thing recently as a response to this story that my shrink told me on Valentine's day.
And he is walking me out after our visit is over. And we are cruising the hallway after a good visit where this personal story that he told me had helped me do this difficult thing.
And he says, "I dont say this lightly, but I'm proud of you."
To which I replied "I'm proud of me, too." Because this turned out to be a surprisingly difficult thing to do.
I was sort of telling myself that this would be cake .. but it wasnt. In fact, the reason why I ended up doing it .. was because I thought, "I'm not going to see my shrink tomorrow and tell him that I pussied out."
The doing it is not the problem so much as is the idea of doing it .. and dealing with the idea. You sort of have to trick yourself, or distract yourself.
Or pop some Ativan.
One time I save three or four shitty (administrative things that remind you of how fucked you really are) so I popped an Ativan before noon. (I usually wait to 10 PM or so. When bedtime gets close.)
And I remember thinking, "This is so cake. I dont know why I was freaking before out at the idea of doing this. This is the easiest thing I've ever done."
(That's how good Ativan is.)
Cancer it is for you, my friend. The never-ending (chronic) stress coming from a multitude of seemingly insane sources wears you down physically after a number of years.
Say hello to Ms. Chemo .. your new intimate partner.
This has been my experience. Welcome to my world .. a part of my world. The ugly part.
» When the Socioeconomic Algorithm is Designed to Bleed You Dry and Grind Your Ass into the Pavement
The system is designed to favor some types of people .. at the expense of others. This is by design. It is the design of the national socioeconomic algorithm.
And right now it seems to be slouching alarmingly toward fascism.
» More Fragile After Treatment .. Both Physically and Emotionally
I am not able to help them like I could before cancer treatment, which has left me in a more fragile state .. both physically and emotionally.
So I can certainly understand their point .. because I struggle just trying to take care of myself.
I have already submitted my name to multiple listings that deal with homeless people .. but they dont get serious about helping you find a place to live until you are "already living someplace uninhabitable" .. I am simply in no kind of condition to live someplace uninhabitable.
Plus I have no cash, no car, no driver's license, no credit card, three or four broken teeth in my mouth, with one tooth having two corners broken off, and a voice-box with radiation scarring that begins to fatigue after 45 mins or an hour of talking.
Plus, I hate asking family for help. It makes me feel like a piece of krap.
I have started receiving $192 a month for food stamps .. but you cannot buy soap or shampoo or anything but food with this card that they give you.
I am down to my final bar of (Ivory) soap, and I have a quarter-bottle of (Suave) shampoo left.
Anyway .. all my stuff is already boxed up and ready to go. As soon a super-hottie shows up here with a small U-Haul truck and two strong dudes .. I can be out of here in under an hour. I am ready to go right now. (I have been ready since Christmas.)
Did I mention that I am ready to go right now? T minus 60 minutes and I am outta here.
» Long-Term Stress is Not Good for the Cancer Survivor Because It Weakens the Immune System
But the stress of the whole thing is not good for the cancer survivor. All of my doctors say that long-term stress is not good .. for anybody .. especially not for the cancer survivor .. because stress weakens your immune system. (Selena knows what I am talking about.)
And nobody wants to be somewhere where they are not wanted .. especially not the cancer survivor.
Every time I get a call from the child support people telling me that I owe them shitloads of money, or a letter telling them that they will garnish any money that I do happen to get .. this triggers my anxiety.
So I just toss their mail in the trash and delete their calls .. because I already know what they say.
» They Bleed You Dry
I should post a copy of some of the mail that they have sent me recently. It basically says things like, "We have the legal authority to take whatever money you happen to come into .. either now or any time in the future .. until you are done paying us what we say that you owe. Have a nice day, sucker."
A number of times, I have requested a "modification" to their orders which order me to pay more than I can afford. But they always order me to pay more than I can afford. So I have learned that asking for a modification is a just a waste of time. (The last time I did this, they ordered me to pay even more.)
Every dad I know who has ever dealt with the Orange county child support services says the same thing » "They bleed you dry."
Is it any wonder that I got cancer?
» It is Not Easy to Stay Alive When They Continually Bleed You Dry Over the Course of Many Years
I am just trying my best to stay alive and I have nothing that they can take because they already took all my money and my driver's license and I sold my car to pay thousands in back child support.
You can't get blood out of a turnip. They have already put me in jail multiple times for not being able to pay what they said I need to pay.
First they ordered me to pay more than I could afford. And then, when I can't pay .. they put me in jail .. repeatedly .. which is why I say that the SYSTEM is really about the money.
I was paying child support while I was getting SSI ($650 a month) .. which left me very little to live on.
If they want to put me in jail again .. then they know where I live .. because they send me nasty letters all the time.
These letters trigger me .. because I have been getting them for so many years now.
» They Only Really Care About the Money
In all the many years that I have been dealing with the OC child support people .. and they have been calling me and telling me that I need to pay more money .. and in all of these nasty letters that they have been sending me ..
.. never once have they ever asked when the last time was that I saw my son. Not even one time.
At first, it was hard for me to believe that they really didnt care if I ever saw my son or not .. and that they really only care about the money.
But now, after all these years, it has been made clear to me that this is in fact the case. They really only care about the money.
» Have Not Seen My Son Since Cancer Treatment
I have not seen my son since cancer treatment (more than 4 years now). I am simply not that strong yet .. to make my way to Orange county.
The mere idea of connecting after a number of years .. is emotionally charged.
I have not even talked to him in some 18 months. I could not even leave him a message telling him that I love him .. because the message box on his mom's phone was always full.
The last thing I heard from him was a message saying that he would "try to get mom to delete some of her messages."
That was the last I ever heard from him .. and I am not able to fight her. I simply dont have the strength .. either physically or emotionally.
And she is way better at fighting than me. (She knows how to fight dirty. If she is on your side, you can go lie down and take a nap, and business will have been handled and taken care of when you wake.)
And the courts always take her side in these things (.. except for the Harvard Law lady judge, who was only there a very short period). The court gave the mom veto power over me. So she makes all the decisions regarding our son.
They wrote in the court order (something like) "Parents should try to work shit out .. but if they can't agree, then, whatever the mom decides goes, and the dad has to do whatever the mom says."
Perhaps you can see why dealing with this stuff makes me feel depressed .. because we never agree. On anything. (Ever.)
» The Judge Essentially Gave Her Full Legal Custody When He Gave Her Veto Power Over Me
The mom has said to me on a number of occasions over the years, "If you just sign over full legal custody to me .. you'll never have to pay me another nickel." (I have joint legal + visitation. Joint legal means that I am supposed to have a say in the decisions regarding our son.)
I am not about the money .. but the judge essentially gave her full legal custody when he gave her veto power over me. Full legal custody for her means that I get no say in the decisions regarding our son.
The judge did not use the phrase "veto power." He merely wrote in the court order that, if we could not agree, then I have to do whatever the mom decides.
Rather this phrase came from her lawyer. When I would call him up and ask him if her decisions sounded fair to him .. he would say things like, "Well, the judge gave her veto power over you. So if you can't agree .. then, that's just too bad for you, my friend."
After calling him a few times regarding decisions that she was making .. I got the message and stopped calling.
This is why I would not be surprised if she has indeed moved away with him .. because the judge said I had to go along with whatever she decides.
The mom is actually not about the money either .. which is one of the reasons why I liked her. But the courts have weaponized money for her against me.
Whenever the mom would say this to me .. about me signing over full legal custody to her, I would always say, "Put it in writing," .. because I wanted to be able to show it to the court.
But she never would. She's smarter than that.
» Discriminating Against Dads
Since I moved to San Diego county in 2011 .. she has never once brought him here to see me. Not even one time. I always have to go there to see him. Always. Which is tricky .. because I havent had a driver's license or a car since 2009.
(Tho she has taken him to Michigan every year, twice a year, to spend both the holidays and a week during the summer with her family there.)
If I want to bring him here for a weekend, then I have to find somebody to both drive me up there to pick him up, and then again to bring him back.
The courts discriminate against dads .. because, if I did the things that she does, things would be very different for how they would treat me.
» When Justice Comes Out Perverted for Dads
When I write pages with titles such as:
- When Justice Comes Out Perverted (19 March 2017), and
- When Justice Comes Out Perverted for a Very Long Time (5 Oct 2017), and
- Writers are Forged in Injustice (9 June 2018),
I know what I am talking about .. from firsthand experience. I have plenty of firsthand experience with justice coming out perverted.
Many years worth. Too many years worth.
» One of the Many Ways that the Courts Discriminate Against Dads
There have been many times when I have gone to pick him up at his mom's place for a court-ordered visitation and she is simply not there. She is not home. Nobody answers the door when I knock. And she doesnt answer her phone.
After several dozen such times, I started driving over to the local police station and there I would file a report on a form specifically designed for such things. The police keep the cover sheet and you get the carbon copy.
After I had a dozen or so of these forms, I filed a contempt-of-court form with the courts .. to try to get her to give him to me when the courts say that I am supposed to get him.
But when I went to court that day, the judge said to me, "These sheets of paper mean nothing to me. They are simply your word against hers. You need to call the police and have them come out to her house and show them a copy of the court order and have them knock on her door for themselves and have them verify that she is in fact not home."
Which I started doing. But the police are busy with other more important stuff. You will have to sit there and wait for them for at least an hour to show up. And most of the time, they never do come .. because they are too busy with more important things than your insignificant visitation problems.
So I realized that, if she is not there, then I am really just shit-out-of-luck.
» But then When I DO have Witnesses Present, They Dont Want to Talk to Them
So the court tells me that they want witnesses with eyeballs to testify in order to corroborate my claims and my assertions of the nasty shit that the mom is doing.
So, there was a time when two Child Protective Services workers has come out to the house to investigate claims (more lies) that mom had made against me.
While they were there at the house, I told the CPS workers that the mom had spit in my face (which is a crime of assault) .. while I was handing my son to her when she had come to pick him up after a visitation.
I did not drive over to the police station to file a report, and let them swipe her spit on my face and analyze it for her DNA .. because I didnt want her to get into criminal trouble, and I didnt want to leave her spit on my face for that long.
But I had people there at the house who witnessed her spitting in my face and who went out to her car and confronted her, saying to her face, "What kind of person spits in somebody's face?"
When these two CPS workers came out to the house that day, I asked them if they wanted to talk to my witnesses. They said, "No."
When I told my judge-friend that they didnt want to talk to them about the spitting in my face, he said, "I can't believe that they wouldnt want to talk to a percipient witness."
You will have to try to guess at why they wouldnt want to talk to witnesses who were right there, and who could vouch for my claims ..
.. but my point here is simply to say that they were only interested in finding things that corroborated the mom's (fabricated) claims against me (which they couldnt) .. but not my truthful claims against the mom .. when I had witnesses right there for them to talk to .. who could verify my claims with their own eyeballs.
This is yet another example of why I say that the system discriminates against dads.
I have a million of these types of stories.
» The Court Refused to Let Me Review (for Accuracy) the Contents of the Paternity File that I Myself had Filed
[ Remind me to tell you the story of what happened that time when I went to the courthouse and tried to check out and review (for accuracy) the contents of the Paternity case file that covered and held all these false accusations against me .. when they refused to let me see it. This was up on the 7th floor, I think. It was either the 6th or 7th floor where you file paperwork. There are a maybe 6 or 8 windows there. You take a number and go sit down and wait for your number to show up on the digital screen mounted high on the wall. You normally have to wait an hour or 90 minutes, because lawyers get head-of-the-line privileges. (Sometimes longer.) If you have been waiting there for over an hour, and a lawyer walks in, he goes ahead of you. You cannot possibly imagine the number of hours that I spent there at this courthouse over the years. ( 99% of it was wasted time.) I went to the courthouse that day specifically for this purpose, and I had to wait a long-ass time for my number to be called. It is just like talking to a bank teller, who stands behind thick, bulletproof glass. They told me that only a lawyer could check out and review the contents of this file because it dealt with a minor-child. I mean, this was MY minor-child that they were talking about. But I no longer had a lawyer, because I could no longer afford one. Because I had spent all my money and max'ed out all my credit cards trying to defend myself against an unrelenting stream of false accusations. And the court "denied" my request for lawyer's fees, which were more than I could really afford. I bet that, if the court had granted me lawyer's fees, then the mom wouldnt have felt so emboldened to keep making one false accusation after another. Ya think? This request on the 7th floor of the courthouse was for the file for the Paternity case that I myself had filed with the court .. to try to get to be able to see my son, because the mom refused to let me see him after we had separated before he was 6 months old. Now you might think that the courts would want to make it easy for dads to be able to spend time with their kids and to be a part of their life .. but you would think wrong, my friend. You would be very wrong. How many of these types of stories would you like to hear? I have miillions that I could share. Is it really any wonder that I ended up with cancer? It struck me as suspicious when the court refused to even let me look at the file for the case that I myself had filed .. because it was a little birdie who told me and suggested that I should review the contents of the file, saying, "Because there might be stuff in there that shouldnt be in there, and there might not be stuff in there that should be in there." And this was recommended to me in a strange sort of way. ]
» The Court Gladly Embraces her Repeatedly Fabricated Lies Yet they Flatly Reject My Truthful Claims
So notice how, if I go to the court, and I tell them the truth .. that she does not give him to me when the court-order says that I am supposed to get him. And I happen to show the court all these dozen-or-so forms that I have accumulated from filling them out at the local police station over the course of several months .. they simply dismiss this as an insignificant, meaningless claim.
But, on the other hand, if she goes to the court, by herself no less, and tells them that I am doing the most horrible things that you could ever imagine .. the court does in fact listen to her and gladly embraces her fabricated claims, and file a restraining order against me for her .. that says I can't see my son for 21 days.
Heck, they will even pay for the local sheriff to serve me with this restraining order. But they will not pay for my papers to be served when I need to serve her. I have to pay for those myself. $65 every time. (Ask me how I know.)
Now, after 3 weeks, or 6 weeks, then I can go to court and tell them that she is full of shit. But this costs me a lot of money in lawyers' fees. Money that I dont have .. because they order me to pay her more money than I can afford.
» They Always Deny Me Legal Fees Despite One False Accusation After Another
But, when I ask them if I can be reimbursed for these very expensive lawyer's fees .. they always say, "Denied."
And no matter how many times she does this, and no matter how much money it costs me to defend myself against her false allegations .. it keeps happening .. for years and years.
So they gladly embrace the repeated horrible lies that she tells them about me .. and yet they flatly reject the truth that I tell them about her.
This is but one of the many reasons why I say the courts discriminate against dads. And this is but one of the many reasons why I have lost all confidence in the Family Law court system.
» Make-Up Visitation Always Denied Despite 3 Months Worth of Bullshit Restraining Orders
And when I ask the court if I can get some make-up visitation .. because this has now been 3 months worth of Restraining Orders that have prevented me from seeing my son .. and every one of these Restraining Orders have been deemed bullshit by the investigating authority (such as detectives and whatnot) .. they always refuse to grant me any make-up visitation.
Never once have they ever given me a single day of make-up visitation. Not even a single hour. Not even a single minute .. after I have been robbed of 3 months worth of visitation.
» Judge Refuses to Review the Tape of the CAST Interview with My Son
When the Costa Mesa (lady) detective told me that I should request that the judge review the tape from the CAST interview with my son (.. which he went to on two different occasions) .. because it will clearly reveal the true nature of our relationship .. the judge flat refused to review the tape.
I forget what bullshit excuse he gave me. I think he said that he couldnt figure it out. The detective told me that the judge will often request a copy of the CAST interview to review for themself.
» Yet Another Reason Why I have Lost All Confidence in the Family Law Court System
The details are blurry, but the bottom-line was that he refused to review the recording of my son's interview with these professionals.
This is yet another reason how the courts encourage her to keep acting crazy .. which everybody agrees affects my son.
There are other recordings that this judge either would not view or said he hadnt. (I am talking about the "bathtub video" created by the mom feeding lines to my son to repeat about me, which she submitted to the court.)
» The Detective's Parting Rhetorical Question
Speaking of acting crazy .. the detective told me (to my face) that, when they told the mom that they had found no evidence (yet again) that my son had been abused .. that the mom totally lost her shit. She melted down. She blew a gasket.
So badly did she freak out, that they refused to release my son to her. Because her mental state at that point was not fit to responsibly care for a young child, especially not driving a car.
They went and fetched some mental health-type of people .. to try and calm her down. After an hour or so they finally agreed to release my son to her.
The first thing I said to this detective, after meeting her, was "I will gladly go take a lie detector test right now .. if it would help."
As I was walking away (the detective had walked me out to the beginning of the parking lot) .. as I was walking to my car, she called out to me. When I turned around, she said, "What kind of parent freaks out to learn that her son hasnt been abused?"
We held that eye contact for a pronounced pause .. before we each turned and went our separate ways. I recall the sympathetic look on her face.
This particular detective had been investigating such abuse cases as part of the CAST Team for 5 or 6 years.
Everybody even remotely familiar with my case could see exactly what was going on .. except for the judge.
I have a million of these types of stories.
» The Judge Repeatedly Ignores an Obvious Crime and Opts Instead to Send Me to Jail Time and Again
It is a crime to make false criminal reports (repeatedly) to the police. The judge obviously knows this .. but he did not seem to care. He opted instead to look the other way .. time and again.
Rather he opted to have me sent to jail on multiple occasions because I could not pay what he ordered me to pay .. because it cost me so much money to pay my lawyer to try and defend myself against the mom's repeated false accusations. Fuck him.
I ended up max'ing out every credit card I had.
» I Contacted the Orange County District Attorney for Help
After about the dozenth false report made against me by the mom, I started feeling desperate and called the Orange County DA's office, looking for any help I could find .. and told them the story of my plight.
They said, "I dont mean to belittle your situation, which I am sure must be very distressing .. but we have limited resources and we are currently pursuing cases where a parent steals a child and leaves the state, or leaves the country. The judge over your case should be handling the situation for you."
He was actually very understanding and sympathetic .. but the current judge over my case was only encouraging the mom to continue making more of these false reports.
» Ask Me If I Gave a Fuck
The judge did not like when I called him out on his bullshit, and on his glaring inability or refusal to see what was so plainly obvious to everybody else.
He let me know that he did not like this. From his perch there, seated above me behind his big desk, he let me know that he did not like it one bit.
Ask me if I gave a fuck.
I did not tell him to go fuck himself .. but you can bet your ass I was thinking it.
» The Judge Denied My Request to Recuse Himself from My Case
After I could see that this judge was intent on fucking me over .. I submitted special paperwork to try and get him to recuse himself. But he refused. He insisted on remaining as the judge over my case. He wrote on the paperwork that I had filed, "Denied. Not timely."
I still have this paperwork somewhere here .. stashed away in one of the boxes that I have full of my court paperwork accumulated over the years.
» Family Law Court is Little More than a Glorified Collection Agency
Perhaps now you can see why my experience has been that Family Law court is little more than a glorified collection agency .. that really cares little about the kids, and is primarily designed to bleed dads dry and grind their asses into the pavement ..
.. all while intermittently draining their bank accounts of every last penny .. and repeatedly throwing their asses in jail when they can't afford to pay what the court ordered them to pay. (Ask me how I know. I dare you.)
I could certainly go into mind-numbing detail here about exactly why I feel this way, because I have had so many years of personal, firsthand experience dealing with the system that bleeds and grinds. But this would probably worsen my depression.
» Taking Away My Driver's License Makes It Much More Difficult for Me to See My Son
They obviously know that taking away my driver's license makes it more difficult for me to see my son .. but they dont care about me seeing my son. They only care about the money.
They obviously know that repeatedly draining every last penny out of my bank account adds to the stress in my life. But they do not care about the stress that they add to my life.
Where did I put that Ativan?
» My Shrink is Steering Me to Confront the Most Depressing Aspects of My life
My shrink has started dealing with me regarding this issue .. which is definitely the most troubling aspect of my life right now.
I did not want to talk about this aspect .. but he steered me in this direction. I was simply avoiding the whole situation .. because I did not feel strong enough to deal with it.
» "How Old is Your Son?" (A Valentine's Day Story)
I was talking about something completely different, and, out of the blue, he interrupted me mid-sentence and said, "How old is your son?"
I immediately felt depressed. I gathered my shit together as best I could and told him how old he was, and said, "This is the most difficult thing I deal with. I dont feel ready to go there yet."
When I told my shrink how old my son is, he said, "Oof."
I said, "Oof? Why did you say that?"
He said, "Because that's a tough age."
» Forced to Confront Things that We Dont Feel Ready or Strong Enough to Confront
He did not care that I wasnt ready to go there.
When he asked those two questions .. that's when I thought, "This is going to be bad. I can tell already. I am so not ready for this."
- "When was the last time you saw you son?"
- "When was the last time you talked to him?"
A part of me felt like it would rather be anywhere else .. than sitting on that couch.
That's when he said, "Let me tell you a story."
Except he is sharing and relating the story of his experiences growing up .. he is telling me his story from a son's perspective.
I am not going to tell you his story because it is personal. He told me about his experiences growing up .. and how he felt about them, both then and now, and why he felt that way. Especially why.
He was plain. You couldnt misunderstand him even if you tried.
After a number of visits with your shrink .. you start to become comfortable with them, and you are able to share life-stories and experiences that are more personal and private.
» I Got Sick as Shit that Very Night
It made me feel like hammered dog shit when he shared his story with me .. but I appreciated him sharing it. I got the message.
I felt numb walking out of his office that day. I was definitely tweaked. Dazed and confused. Disoriented.
I remember thinking, "This is my worst Valentine's day ever." And I have had some shitty Valentine's days.
I told my shrink, "I have thought about it .. and if I made an appointment to take the train up to Orange county to see him .. and she trick-fucks me, and she is not there when I arrive .. which she has done countless times before .. I do not know that I am strong enough to handle that. I am still pretty fragile from the treatment. Whenever I see him, I need to be prepared to deal with her. And I am not there yet. She is unstable and knows how to be nasty. It was like I had somehow tapped into a vast reservoir of unprocessed anger and resentment."
The night of the very same day that he started dealing with me about confronting this uncomfortable aspect of my life .. I got sick as shit. It was like you snapped your fingers .. and I immediately felt sick (about 10PM) .. with the lung crud.
I was feeling very depressed. (I was just telling Rita about this.)
With Julie Allen, I got sick twice in a row .. like it really bothered me. Like it really affected me .. in a surprisingly strong way. I dont think I have ever gotten sick twice in a row like that before.
» Let the Grinding Begin
That was a long, cold dark winter .. full of many sub-low points where I wasnt sure that I would be able to make it .. fending off the relentless attacks.
I do not want to reminisce about my darkest of dark days .. but that winter .. that would definitely be in the final mix .. for the absolute low-point in my life .. when you add everything all together.
It was a different kind of soul-fucking low-point than the cancer treatment.
There are certainly ways of looking at this thing .. at this long, cold, dark winter of elite-level soul-fucking .. where you feel like hammered dog-shit for what feels like a very long time ..
.. there are ways of looking at it .. where this experience was more difficult to deal with .. than the cancer treatment.
» Forced to Confront and Deal with Some of Life's Most Difficult Threats
With cancer, you immediately have the existential threat to confront and deal with .. that you might not be here this time next year.
There is also the threat that you might leave your son fatherless .. to fend for himself. And how can he not resent you not being there?
Of course, I had other things on my plate to deal with at the time. But the news about Julie Allen seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back .. so to speak.
I remember trying to figure it out .. because I would like to be able to avoid such things in the future .. if possible. Maybe there was something I needed to learn?
I knew that I could not handle many more winters like that .. so I was desperate to figure shit out.
Long-term stress weakens the immune system .. all of my doctors say. I mean, how can it not?
The effects of which continue to this day .. which are obviously affecting my mental health .. in a negative sort-of-way .. among other things.
I have been sleeping a lot more lately. I tend to sleep more when I feeling depressed. On the good side, I have not been feeling anxious.
I told my shrink last week, "Feeling depressed doesnt bother me very much. I just sleep more. I would much rather feel depressed than anxious."
» My Experience with Depression
For me depression seems to last 3 or 4 days, on average. If I get a 2-day depression, that is cake. Not much there.
When I am feeling depressed, I dont do much of anything physical, and not very intellectual, either.
DeepRest .. I have heard it called. That is a good way to describe how it feels. You do not feel like doing much of anything .. except resting.
The Two Bunch Palms resort, out there in Desert Hot Springs .. is very much about deepRest.
Quiet. Restful. Rejuvenating. You do some reading. Some sunning. Lots of soaking in their world-class hotsprings. More soaking. Daily massages.
The mind-altering intense desert heat during the day .. puts you a yogi-like trance .. where the meaning of life becomes clear, and your purpose-in-life appears before you. There is definitely a spiritual aspect to wandering about in life-threatening heat.
Many-a-time I have come away from a 3- or 4-day stay at Two Bunch thinking, "Wow .. you dont realize how wound-up you actually were .. until you unwind."
Eventually you are done resting. But, if you have pushed yourself too hard for too long .. or if you suffer large, emotional life-traumas .. this means that you will need more and deeper deepRest .. because your ass will be dragging harder for longer.
You need to take time to process the effects of the soul-fucking emotional traumas in life .. and deal with them in a responsible and deliberate and honest and respectful manner ..
.. where you can eventually say to yourself that you did not simply pretend like these soul-fucking emotional traumas didnt really fuck your soul all that badly.
What you are looking for here is the place where, the perspective where, you can now look down on this thing .. because it is now smaller than you. And where you can speak about it with honesty and insightful reflection .. without getting overwhelmed by the reverberations that might emanate from the memory of it.
[ This is where some of these hypnosis videos can really put you in a super-relaxed state .. which has been described as » a blissful state of deep rest and relaxation called trance. ]
You would gladly go to your happy place .. if you could find it. But you do not have the energy right now to go find anything.
The problem comes because exercise is the last thing you want to do. But after day 4, I need to get out and get going again.
Your mood is very much affected by your physical condition and fitness.
Some of these sessions (1-hour) with my shrink can trigger uncomfortable things that affect you emotionally.
My shrink is so good that I feel lucky to have him.
It's like school academic classes .. sometimes you get lucky and get a cool, kick-ass teacher, and sometimes you get the miserable, frustrated Nazi-lady.
The end for now. ■