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JOIN FREE: Federal Class Action for U.S. Child Custody Victims -

Friends, I just joined CAPRA as one of the lead plaintiffs in an upcoming landmark federal class action lawsuit against all 50 States and the Federal Government, because I qualify as: (1) a biological parent whose child custody was unconstitutionally removed without due process; and, (2) I have been directly impacted by that during the last four years, i.e., within the statute of limitations. This class action is on behalf of *both* types of "family court" -- for wrongful victims of divorce-and-similar-with-kids *and* for wrongful victims of child protection services -- and includes suing on behalf of ANY parent affected by either "family court" type.

It's totally free to join, and the federal court relief being demanded includes the full restoral of my child custody rights under law, plus a nice share of the large amount in civil damages expected. Check it out!

It just requires entering someone's referral Code to join, so PLEASE use mine - 76248AB712 - in the CAPRA registration form, located on the bottom of the homepage at http://parentalrightsclassaction.com

Plus, check out their power-packed Legal Tips page for all parents fighting family court, too -- Wow!!

Help and Terms:

Safety Plan: CPS has not built a case against you or legally taken children IF you put your child with someone right away that they approve of. They are involved. Once you try and take your child back they jump. So you literally have no options at this point.

Phone Conversations: Write down every time they call or you call, along with Time, Who it was, date, what was said. Every SINGLE detail. If you left a voicemail. What you said, etc. Get a notebook just for this.

Hearsay: They will take anything anyone says against you as truth with no proof. If they don’t have any they will fabricate it.

(As a father be very afraid to take your child into the bathroom, make sure someone involved stands in doorway and watches. In certain cases they will claim molestation so take precautions before they can. Always get time, and name of person standing in doorway. Write it down.)

DO NOT MISS ANY APPOINTMENTS!

DO NOT MISS COUNSELING!

DO NOT MISS VISITS! (They will cancel enough that you can’t risk lost time. I had them cancel 5 in a row once. Then blame it on me. Write everything down. Who called you, what time your visit was, what time they called. Then call case worker and let them know that your visit was canceled and you are confirming. Write down all details.)

There is only one word for this agency. Evil. When something or someone is 90% evil, and 10% good what do you consider them? In math terms, rounding up they are pure evil. If 90% of the time they pushed the old lady into the street in front of traffic, and 10% of the time help her cross. They are still evil. Especially if the old lady they helped threw them a $20 everytime.

DCS, CPS, whatever, are who I speak of. Department of Child Safety, Child Protective Services, I guess they have to change their name often because even hearing those 3 letters makes you want to punch a wall. I cringe hearing the abbreviation.

I will remain anonymous because I am in fear for me and my children from these lower than sludge lifeforms. Here is my story:

I will tell you that getting into the system and having a case opened most likely was warranted, don’t get me wrong. I was young, addicted, and dumb. I was just released from a 4 month jail sentence....that time. It seemed I was in jail more than not. I tried doing well when I got out, getting a job, reuniting with my boyfriend, him getting a job. He was 17, me 20. Us bouncing from place to place, only scoring when our paychecks came in. Telling ourselves we were doing well. Then bam, i’m pregnant. I thought since I had just gotten over my severe bout of Anorexia, rarely had a period, and was on and off drugs I couldn’t get pregnant. Smart. If it wasn’t for jail, probably wouldn’t have.

That day I made the decision to not touch any drug again. My new found “baby daddy” went with me. I was really proud of him for that, considering he had been homeless and on drugs for many years. We got a job together and started figuring out something we had never done before, our own home. We got a little studio. I ended up losing my job because I had Hyperemesis Gravidarium (thats another story), not knowing it then. I ended up in the hospital for IV fluids multiple times and was told to put Zofran suppositories up my butt. It was bad. So my days and nights consisted of vomiting, his nights, working. He really did a good job looking back. Sigh.

Long story, getting to where I fight Hades. My bad that would be a compliment. The pure evil i mean. I am sober the whole pregnancy, puking to the end, we upgrade apartments. I breastfeed for 3 months, then shit hits the fan. (God, i hate this part. Stupid. Stupid. Gahhh!) Ok, so we are back on meth. We lose apartment, he quits job. We are pieces of shit, i will say it. We move to his moms guest house, get kicked out. He gets arrested. He is on probation for something he took the blame for. Blah, blah. We end up rendezvousing at a shit motel. He takes the car to store with baby, gets pulled over leaving said “shit hotel”. Probation is called, i hide drugs, they find drugs. I didn’t consent and fight them, but he violates probation because of address. They arrest him. Then they make me call someone to get my baby. I go down the list of family from both sides, only one that can come is his cousin. She takes baby. I go back to jail. I am sober and cleaned up and go to collect my baby, she refuses. So here is where the evil comes in.

I was depressed starting using again, meth and heroin. DCS was full fledged involved. I had no idea what was happening. They said they wanted to adopt my baby out. That’s when I said, wait a second. This is serious. Something had to snap me back to reality. I was mad, this was my child!!! They didn’t even give me a chance yet! They kept saying I abandoned her, because they didn’t have my phone number. I called them back numerous times and left my phone number!! I called them BACK, so how did that make sense.

So I got into a methadone program. I got into counseling, 3 times a week, 2 hours. 2 hour bus ride there, 2 hours back. They want you to have a job and income, but they will do everything in their power to make sure you lose it.

OMG! I am so sorry. That pain is unimaginable.