Hello.... So... I don't really remember a lot of what happened, well... I actually don't remember anything. All I remember is that when I came to, I saw my sneakers on my feet and I was wondering why the hell I had my shoes on, and well... Let me start from the beginning.
I was laying here in the bed using my computer and my phone, and all of a sudden, there was a voice telling me I have to put on my shoes because I have to go out. In my mind, I was like, but it's late. Why do I need to go out? Then it was like, the voice said, I don't care, go and get your shoes. You have to leave now. So then... that is all I remember. After that, my husband tells me that I went in the hallway closet where my sneakers were, and I got my sneakers, I put them on, and I went to put my coat on, and then I kept telling him that I had to go now because if I didn't then Child Protection Services (Which is called ACS here in NY) was going to come and take my kids away. I even told him the wrong year. I told him that the year was 2013. Even though he kept telling me it is the year 2018 (Which I now know that it is the year 2018, but at the time, he told me I kept telling him it was 2013, and I had to go back to my home where I was living outside of the home that I am currently living in now. So, to make a long story short, he said that this went on for about fifteen minutes before I snapped out of it, and came to. Oh! I forgot to tell you guys that he told me that right before it happened, I was in the bedroom and my eyes kept moving from side to side over and over again, before I had the episode, if that means anything.
Just to give everyone a backstory, without making this post super long... Basically, a false report of child abuse was called in on me back in 2009, and without doing a thorough investigation, CPS came and kidnapped my kids with no proof of abuse whatsoever. The truth of the matter is that my son had injured his mouth on his dresser drawer when he got out of bed one night, and ran around his room in the dark, and I cared for him immediately, and put him back to bed when he calmed down, and seemed okay. After that, when I saw that he wasn't doing any better in like a day or two, I took him to the doctor and the doctor cleared him to go back home with me, and she cleared him to go back to school. The day he went back to school, the school lied and said that my son, who was not able to speak at the time, which was the reason why he was attending their school in the first place (Speech therapy and other therapy)had told them that I punched him in the mouth. CPS basically took the story and ran with it. Long story short, I went to trial, doctor came and testified that the injury lined up with the story I told her about him hitting his mouth, and even the lies that CPS put in their petition pointed to me not hitting him, but he hit his mouth in the house. The trial was ruled a mistrial, due to the trial not going in CPS's favor to take away my parental rights as well as my husband's... they dragged the case out over the course of five years in which I was homeless for 3.5-4 years in which I suffered some horrific circumstances and traumas that I wish to not speak about. But, they were horrific and ongoing, and then five years after the case first started, I was found innocent of all charges and I was free to go back home. I was diagnosed with Severe and Chronic PTSD (Also known as Complex PTSD) in October 2015.
I was laying here in the bed using my computer and my phone, and all of a sudden, there was a voice telling me I have to put on my shoes because I have to go out. In my mind, I was like, but it's late. Why do I need to go out? Then it was like, the voice said, I don't care, go and get your shoes. You have to leave now. So then... that is all I remember. After that, my husband tells me that I went in the hallway closet where my sneakers were, and I got my sneakers, I put them on, and I went to put my coat on, and then I kept telling him that I had to go now because if I didn't then Child Protection Services (Which is called ACS here in NY) was going to come and take my kids away. I even told him the wrong year. I told him that the year was 2013. Even though he kept telling me it is the year 2018 (Which I now know that it is the year 2018, but at the time, he told me I kept telling him it was 2013, and I had to go back to my home where I was living outside of the home that I am currently living in now. So, to make a long story short, he said that this went on for about fifteen minutes before I snapped out of it, and came to. Oh! I forgot to tell you guys that he told me that right before it happened, I was in the bedroom and my eyes kept moving from side to side over and over again, before I had the episode, if that means anything.
Just to give everyone a backstory, without making this post super long... Basically, a false report of child abuse was called in on me back in 2009, and without doing a thorough investigation, CPS came and kidnapped my kids with no proof of abuse whatsoever. The truth of the matter is that my son had injured his mouth on his dresser drawer when he got out of bed one night, and ran around his room in the dark, and I cared for him immediately, and put him back to bed when he calmed down, and seemed okay. After that, when I saw that he wasn't doing any better in like a day or two, I took him to the doctor and the doctor cleared him to go back home with me, and she cleared him to go back to school. The day he went back to school, the school lied and said that my son, who was not able to speak at the time, which was the reason why he was attending their school in the first place (Speech therapy and other therapy)had told them that I punched him in the mouth. CPS basically took the story and ran with it. Long story short, I went to trial, doctor came and testified that the injury lined up with the story I told her about him hitting his mouth, and even the lies that CPS put in their petition pointed to me not hitting him, but he hit his mouth in the house. The trial was ruled a mistrial, due to the trial not going in CPS's favor to take away my parental rights as well as my husband's... they dragged the case out over the course of five years in which I was homeless for 3.5-4 years in which I suffered some horrific circumstances and traumas that I wish to not speak about. But, they were horrific and ongoing, and then five years after the case first started, I was found innocent of all charges and I was free to go back home. I was diagnosed with Severe and Chronic PTSD (Also known as Complex PTSD) in October 2015.