Urban Sox

This is DISGUSTING!
I have fought this battle everyday since the 2nd of July 2022, when the police said to me on the phone that my adored 27 year old son was “dead, he is deceased”.
Justice for Daniel

Ask a parent of a murdered child if they’ve ever considered what they’d do if they were given 5 minutes alone with the murderer of their baby.

Chances are they’re going all be very similar responses.

Jari was taken by her in February of 2020, I now know that I went through the “7 stages” possibly 3 or 4 times a day. At the time I wasn’t of a sound mind and I’ll be the first to admit that.

I took myself to both the Huonville and Kingston police stations multiple times because I wasn’t coping, I was finding it incredibly difficult to exist with such anger and pure rage.

I called the police on myself on a few occasions saying that there was a strong possibility that I would get in my car and drive to her.
I must say that the staff in the radio room were brilliant and at times would give me a call back just to check in.

It was me that wanted a restraining order, an order on me. When I made those calls to the radio room or drove myself to the station shaking with sheer fury and desperation…..I needed to be stopped.

I needed the authorities to do their job. To keep her safe, safe from me and my rage that would overcome me. I couldn’t control myself and so did everything I could do to protect her, from me.

In time it was obvious that they’d place an order on me for anything at anytime.

But when I needed that piece of paper they refused and said that mediation is protocol so this step would need to be taken.

I was incredibly vocal about my intentions, I couldn’t be trusted, I needed to be restrained.
I struggled immensely with the fact that we lived in the same town.

So what did they do?
They put me in a room with the woman that murdered my son just months before.

I couldn’t believe what they were doing! Why would they risk this? Who will stop me? I was sure there was another way, surely this doesn’t happen?
It does and it did.
I got there early, I had extra of my prescription medication and asked for security to be in the room.

I sat across from her and her support person.
I had been told no support due to covid.

No words were spoken, I couldn’t speak even if I’d wanted to. I placed a photo of my Jari’s face in front of her.
She got up and ran out of the room.

I was “inappropriate”

That day I was tested, I passed but only because of my beautiful 3 still here with me. I still wonder why the test?

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