A few years ago I was accused of child abuse. Not child abuse in the sense of "here is a child, see the bruises and cuts, see the stuttering, stammering and the bedwetting and here is the fiend who did it". I mean child abuse in the sense of "The children say they've been hit and they want to go live with their mother".
Before this, I had raised the children by myself. The children's mother heard I was getting married and she decided to get back in the children's lives and get even.
My children were duped by their mother to leave their father (I have not seen them since), their elder brothers and sister, step brothers and other extended family. In other words, in order to avoid doing homework and chores these children have sacrificed their relationship with half of their family.
To acheive this, the children told the authorities lies. These were not clever, well-planned lies, but the kind of lies that most adults would see through straight away.
The authorities then contacted their mother, who told them more lies, but different lies to the children's lies. Not only that, but their elder siblings made statements that the children were never abused.
This, up to this point, can be the usual crap that happens in families where people take sides and gang up on each other.
The astonishing part is that the authorities then made up even more lies in order to take the children away from me. The authorities then put me through an Orwellian, Kafka-esque nightmare which to this day masquerades as a legal process.
This didn't happen to me because I am especially unlucky, or I handled myself badly in the situation. I was simply next in line. Child protection is an industry which turns over as much money as the beef industry. The unique thing about the child protection industry is that it creates its own demand. What the industry needs is child abuse and abusers, and they don't care how they get them.
I can't give you the whole story, because they'll put me in jail. The law says that I cannot publish anything about the court cases that would identify the children or any of the witness. So I have to be very careful about my own personal story.
This blog is really an attempt by me to make sense of all that happened to me and my family. I also hope that it will help shine some light for others who are similarly put through the wringer.
Before this, I had raised the children by myself. The children's mother heard I was getting married and she decided to get back in the children's lives and get even.
My children were duped by their mother to leave their father (I have not seen them since), their elder brothers and sister, step brothers and other extended family. In other words, in order to avoid doing homework and chores these children have sacrificed their relationship with half of their family.
To acheive this, the children told the authorities lies. These were not clever, well-planned lies, but the kind of lies that most adults would see through straight away.
The authorities then contacted their mother, who told them more lies, but different lies to the children's lies. Not only that, but their elder siblings made statements that the children were never abused.
This, up to this point, can be the usual crap that happens in families where people take sides and gang up on each other.
The astonishing part is that the authorities then made up even more lies in order to take the children away from me. The authorities then put me through an Orwellian, Kafka-esque nightmare which to this day masquerades as a legal process.
This didn't happen to me because I am especially unlucky, or I handled myself badly in the situation. I was simply next in line. Child protection is an industry which turns over as much money as the beef industry. The unique thing about the child protection industry is that it creates its own demand. What the industry needs is child abuse and abusers, and they don't care how they get them.
I can't give you the whole story, because they'll put me in jail. The law says that I cannot publish anything about the court cases that would identify the children or any of the witness. So I have to be very careful about my own personal story.
This blog is really an attempt by me to make sense of all that happened to me and my family. I also hope that it will help shine some light for others who are similarly put through the wringer.
