Trolls, Snakes and Shadow People

I sit on the stand, my heart racing, the sound of my blood pumping crashes against my skull like waves in the ocean. In the distance I hear the ticking of the large black and white clock, like those from my elementary school days. Tick, Tick, Tick goes the clock as it counts out every second of my demise. “Irrelevant!” I hear the judge shout in frustration. Irrelevant? My life, my beliefs, all that I stand for is irrelevant? My attorney had tried to present who I am. I am a school counselor. I have a minister’s license and practice child and family counseling at my own business, I have worked for an adoption agency, I have worked as a domestic violence counselor, I have worked as a parent aide teaching in home parenting to families at risk, I am a foster parent and an adopted mother of two beautiful girls. I have spent my entire adult life fighting against child abuse. Yet here I sit on stand being accused of all I’ve fought against, and my life, my evidence is all being lumped into one word…irrelevant! The accusers grin as they present their neatly packaged black and white papers filled with details of a person they do not know, nor care to know. I wonder how they came up with 15+ pages of evidence to present to the judge without knowing me, my children, my life or any proof other than their words. I have been brainwashed by TV dramas where attorneys present evidence and a case is not determined until both sides have had their say, where the accused is innocent until proven guilty. I have now learned Family Court has its own rules. What CPS says is deemed the truth, without any evidence, without a fair trial and without true representation. I have now entered the worst hell of my life.