After ordering Chapter Three, this reader wrote on 1/11/09:

 

 

"OMG!  I have the slowest thought process ever.  I am sure you were here.  I was up all last night.  I figured it out too late.  I remember almost everything now.  There are just a few minor details that are hazy.  You don't know how much what you have done for me has meant.  Whether you were in it for me or not, it means a great deal.  I hope you forgive my crazy, silly self.  You are a great person for everything you've done and I will never forget it!"

 

 

 

"Dark Abyss

by Frances Lennon

January, 2009"

 

(used with permission)

 

 

 

"Darkest depths beneath the ocean

Vile disgusting gore and slime

Hurtling blind through dark abyss

Choke on dust of thickest grime

No shining lights in guidance

All alone in this mind fight

Entombed alive in lonely grave

Claw for air throughout the night

Struggling screaming sobbing

Heart pounds within a bursting chest

All around is stark and silent

Throbbing brain can get no rest

This silence here not golden

Wailing loud its banshee screams

But no one to heed the suffering

All too busy hatching schemes

A life in deep depression

So bereft devoid of hope

A mind frayed and cruelly tortured

Dangles on life's swaying rope

No deep wounds to show the bleeding

Or discoloured skin in sight

All the horrors deeply hidden

Tortured mind suffers its plight."

 

 

 

"I'm really liking the Baker Act so far;  it's good."

 

 

"Kewl!"

 

 

"So far I think your book is excellent.  Can't wait for the final chapters."

 

 

"THE ABUSE WAS HORRIBLE, AND THE ABUSE GOT WORSE WHEN YOU SPOKE OUT EVEN MORE.  I WOULD LIKE THE HOSPITAL TO BE CHECKED OUT.  THE 2ND SHIFT IS THE WORST, AND ON OTHER UNITS I HEARD TERRIBLE STORIES, BUT MOST OF ALL I WAS ABUSED BY A STAFF NAMED (edited for now by R25288)

& (edited for now by R25288) A NURSE MOST OF ALL.  THE NURSES LIE AND THEY ALL STICK UP FOR EACH OTHER.  YOU HAVE NO VOICE BUT I PLAN TO MAKE MY VOICE HEARD!"

 

 

 

"I know what you say is accurate.  The rich get away with crimes that poor would never get away with.  I have seen these injustices over and over. I worked in prisons for many years.

 

"The so called Justice system is corrupt to the bones!  It is scary how bad it has gotten.

 

"The story r25288 sounds very interesting.  I read the chapter synopses.  It sounds like someone was kept detained for a long time, and that psychiatrists were part of the conspiracy to discredit this person.

 

"Do you happen to know the writer of the story?"

 

 

 

"...I worked with all my heart for my whole career to make things right in the mental health system and especially in  'true' psychiatric rehabilitation counseling.  You said it all!  Make sure everyone reads this!"

 

 

"I need help regarding my nephew.  Could you explain what the Baker act is all about and how I can get help for my nephew before he goes to jail or dies?  I do not think I can get him to go for help, he does need to go, he cuts himself and abuses drugs and alcohol.  Please help."

 

 

"I, myself, have never done prison.  County has taken over four years of my life.  Fuck lock-up.  It does no one any good.  Sometimes, incarceration only serves to fuel the criminal mind."

 

 

"...your first chapter.  I thought it very unique about the "walls" speaking.  They really had a lot to tell.  When you mentioned about the building was once a resort, I pictured a beautiful 'pink' building down in St. Petes that is now a VA hospital that was once a resort.

 

"I'm sure Mr. Max will find out a whole lot more 'dirt' along the way.  Go Mr. Max!

 

"Keep up the story sounds like a Winner"

 

 

"I had been stricken with many events that led to my "chronic depression" or perhaps it was heredity, this is still a debate.  I do know I was sad, very sad  and thought about death a lot.  I was yellow booked to a place sliding scale as I didn't have means at the time to__________(edited for now by R25288-Pinellas County, Florida, facility).  They seemed so sincere, concerned and professional.  I agreed to pay a fee of $30.00 per visit.  I was making $150.00 a week. 

 

"At my 1st visit, I explained my problems, addiction, alcohol, loss of my mother at age 17, death of my daughter, lack of education(I dropped out of high school at age 15 and ran away). I was raised by my mother, who was very psychotic.  From age 15, I was put on anti-depressants.  I continued my 'treatment' which merely consisted of a 'Dr.' writing more and more meds.  I just wanted someone to talk to.  They only asked over and over again, 'Are you hearing voices?  Are you going to hurt yourself?'  I always said, 'No!'  They kept making me take meds, so many meds! 

 

"All I noticed was the briefcased, well suited Rx salesman that habituated there.  They had me 'trying' dozens of meds.  I just cried, and asked, 'Can you please talk to me?  I'm so very afraid and lonely.'  They wrote more Rx's.

 

"I started missing appointments.  I couldn't keep paying $30.00 for 5 minutes of someone giving me more and more pills, trials papers, pills, pills, and more pills. 

 

"One month I couldn't pay, and they said , 'OK'.  The next month I showed up, and they refused to see me for non-payment.

 

"But as I sobbed, 'I'm addicted to these pills.  I'll get so sick;  I've run out before.  Please, don't make me stop taking all of these at once.  It even says on the bottle, 'Do not stop taking or you may experience severe health problems.'  They turned me away.  I cried.  They said, 'If you continue to cry, we will have to have you arrested and removed from the premises.'

 

"I collapsed, and left.  I went to my studio apartment alone, as my husband and child had abandoned me.  I convulsed, vomited, etc., for the worst 3 weeks of my life.  At that point, after their 'treatment', I now finally wanted to die.  Strange how life goes.  I went into treatment for help with sadness and loneliness, and left treatment wanting for the first time to really die, and almost did.

 

"The whole thing was ludicrous.  I went for help and comfort and came out far more damaged than when I had begun, far more cynical, jaded and hip to the whole pill pusher game, big bucks drug pushing the legal way.

 

"The ability to put a price tag on ones life.  Especially the poor, oppressed test lab rats.  Ones ability to pay and the denial of basic human rights, right here in Amerika!!  Perhaps our voices will be heard through R25288.  It's true, it's happening...every day."    

 

 

 

(R25288 note...then, in another American state) "Dr. Me," states,

 

"Well after I left the system, I became a threat to all the main points of subjects in the crowds, including the judges that 'involuntarily' committed you through a local doctors office, all the way to the psychiatric doctors themselves, the nurses/orderlies, case workers, and on down the line to the smallest of employees inside the locked and keyed walls of psychiatric confinement.  I didn't expect there to be any abuse, or any of its kind, but I found that 100% of the nature of these organizations was to make money on everyone that walked in the doors, as they locked...

 

"I have always been a Christian, and a server of God, helping other people in my life who were less fortunate.  I had come from a dysfunctional family (non-religious), but the whole key was that they had the best available health insurance.  I was their child, and I was covered to the maximum limits to all services health and psychiatric care could provide- with 3 yearly visits consisting of 30 days, at $800.00 a day and $200.00 for medicine (Haldol), so this was an immediate $30.000.00 a month x 3 per year for a single individual with no children, starting from the age of 20 lasting 16 years of 'psychiatric treatments.' 

 

"All along God was using me, a Christian my entire life with him, as a WITNESS.  I had felt it in my heart all along, and knew this is why I was in the State Hospital, why I was being told that I was a 'paranoid schizophrenic' (when I really had depression - mild - from a grandparents unexpected death who I was really close to - and I was at an age when I had just graduated from high school, and was ready to go into the workplace, and/or college).  It just was not a good time for me, and when I went to get counseling, my first Dr., Dr._______(deleted for now by R25288) told my mommy I was paranoid schizophrenic (as I had just filled out extensive paperwork on my insurance - Cross Red - Shield Black) and that  Dr._______ (deleted for now by R25288) was going to immediately start medications - injections into my rump of Haldol - 'dec shots' as he called them.  He told her that she would not have to worry about a thing for a whole month, because the medication would last that long, and be in my system that long.

 

"I thought, oh no, here we go, this is evil, this is something that blindsided me like a hit from behind as the person in front of my face smiled with big sparkles.  I thought I should have known better, and then I knew God would take care of my wellbeing (and he did - of course as his 'witness' to all the abuses that I was now enrolling to see, for a very long time, on a daily basis.  The only side effect the Dr. caused me was weight problems, and the Haldol shuffles, and you bet I was a haldol Zombie).

 

"As the Dr. further studied my insurance, he then decided that there was an immediate need that I go to a state hospital for an 'evaluation.'  Once I was there, baby, the abuse was on.

 

"I saw the doctors, nurses, and orderly persons (who were mostly all big 30 to 40 year olds, some older African Americans in white jumpsuits that looked like that they had been hired through the state Department of Corrections, from the sex offender list, and I believe they were! 

 

"As I learned one peep of being 'coherent,' your butt was going to the the padded room, escorted by about 10 staff members with rubber gloves to get your big shot of haldol to 'shut your mouth' of the truth, and their hopes were to 'over-medicate' each and every patient individually, giving out meds throughout the day, in their hopes that eventually they would shut you up, and/or help you to lose sight and/or hope of ever going home, and/or of any 'cure of their diagnosed disease'.

 

"I could not believe the manner in which supposed 'psychiatric doctors/nurses/staff' were so viciously EVIL, to the point of them being pure EVIL.  There was not one moment that you could trust them, nor one minute was their treatment plan in the best interest of the patient.  It was all about money, and keeping the patients there FOREVER!

 

"I knew this was going to be a long haul, and only by my relationship with God would I eventually regain my Freedom, from this EVIL.  I knew only God (my higher power) would overcome for my eventual rights and Freedom back, because it was so much like a 'nightmare,' that I knew that this could not last forever as these Evil people employed inside the locked doors thought so little of us all.  They used these abusive ways of over-medicating , locking us up if we began to speak the truth of not really needing to be there, or that we were this sick.  We knew what they were up to, and it was like a disease they had, the disease of total EVIL in each of their thoughts and actions. 

 

"The psychiatric doctors were like 'want-to-be' doctors that could only get the attention and clients by Evil ways.  They were Devils as I saw it.  Nothing could change my mind, and nothing could influence me any  different, not even the over-medication of any of their psychotropic medicines, and those were the strongest medications you could ever imagine. 

 

"I remember not being physically able to get out of chairs I would be sitting in while 'involuntarily' being given Haldol shots in the rump (you had no choice in the matter regardless), and that is one of my first feelings of this abuse.  It was the fact that I was being made to take these medication by needle injections to the rump, by forceful administration always.  I refused to bow down to their Evil ways.  They had to take me into the 'seclusion' area, which meant a padded room with only myself and about 10 gloved 200 pound over-weight men and women staff.  They thought they all had to be taking part in forcing an injection of Haldol onto a 115 pound, 5'7'' female, who never fought back.

 

"Wow, they really showed their EVIL to me, and I wasn't going to leave out of there without a full memory of an account of all of this.  Now you are writing a book about all of this abuse, when it is at least over for some of us

 

"Well, one night, as my State Hospital visit was nearing time to leave this facility - after the evaluation, and onto my next 'involuntary' placement, an orderly came to my bedside, in the middle of the night (and I am a light sleeper, even though I usually get a good night's rest).  I opened my eyes, and he was to my right looking into my eyes, like a rapist would.  He pulled down his white uniform pants, in which a large erection jumped out at me, almost reaching past his knees.

 

"I told this guy to get the hell away from me, and that he was messin with the wrong person!  He immediately got the message that I was still coherent after all the medications, and I put the fear of God into this man, as he pulled up his pants like a dog that had been beat and walked away with his tail between his legs...

 

"...Thank you so much for sharing what I am so thankful you have written, and you are an excellent writer.  I would like to send you some "gift" funds each month in order to aid you with your writing of The Baker Act Conspiracy.  I am very proud of you for doing all you have done. You made it a great time to EXPOSE, while people WONDER what happened to  Health Care???

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(to be continued-R25288)

 

 

"I appreciate your opening up of this matter which has been a CLOSED DOOR to many people-that should have the support and ability in knowing."

 

 

"Your book is so powerful..."

 

 

 

 

Bellevue Boy

 

by Rusty Cage

 

 

(written September 10, 2009)

 

(used with permission)

 

 

 

"Through the bars, the sun goes down

 

I sit alone in my padded cell

 

waiting for the morning to come

 

my baby's locked in room 101  (from 1984)

 

I know what the Doctor said

 

about the voices inside of my head

 

"Can I find love in a place like this?"

 

'yeah a little dab'll do you now' (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest)

 

We were out in the yard

 

when I first saw you there

 

running your fingers through your malnourished hair

 

I asked you to be my woman,

 

yeah, and you said maybe

 

it ain't easy being crazy,

 

but I'm crazy for you baby

 

 

chorus

 

 

I'll be your Bellevue boy

 

If you'll be my psychopathic woman

 

we'll spend the rest of our lives

 

talking to ourselves, bouncing off the walls all night

 

 

bridge

 

 

like the spider eats the fly,  (R.M. Renfield, Dracula)

 

the bird eats the spider,

 

you take your pills, you wash it down with apple cider

 

my friends they tell me they like you

 

they live in my head

 

I think about you when they strap me to the bed, yeah

 

 

Chorus

 

 

end

 

 

Rusty Cage"

 

 

 

 www.myspace.com/rustycagemusic  

 

 

Ukulele Love Song (for the Baker acted) - Rusty Cage original

 

 

 

 

As posted in R25288 "My Comments" under "Profile" at  www.myspace.com/r25288 :

 

"Nov 8, 2009 11:21 AM

 

"Hey Chris, I just read the first chapter of The BA Conspiracy on your website.  So powerful and moving, I enjoyed reading it.  I plan to buy the book down the road when it becomes available. 

 

"And as someone who's been "Baker Acted" numerous times throughout the last three years, I've also witnessed firsthand what goes on inside the four walls of the psych wards of Florida.  To me, they're not all that different from prison/jail at all.  Patients are subjugated to the violation of some of their most fundamental rights, namely the 5th and 8th Amendments.

 

"Patients are denied access to comforting items while they are Baker Acted, such as books, music, and the like (clearly a 5th Amendment violation if you ask me).

 

"Patients are abused regularly.  It also seems like, in Florida in particular, the idea of "help" for the mentally ill (and the homeless in particular) is a set of handcuffs and reading of Miranda rights by a police officer.  It makes me sick.

 

"You are one of many heroes for me.  You have my full endorsement and deserve much praise for your work.  Keep fighting for our basic, fundamental human rights, and keep fighting for the mentally ill on behalf of those who can't do it for themselves!"

 

(After ordering Chapter Two on 11-20-09, this reader wrote on 11-21-09:)

 

"Thanks Chris!  Is it possible to purchase the entire book or would I have to purchase every chapter individually?

 

"My mother was Baker Acted at (Clearwater, Florida Hospital-name withheld by R25288 for now) just 1 mile from...  I gave them her Psychiatric Living Will from CCHR which forbids them to give her any Psychiatric treatment whatsoever and the mother fuckers injected her with Geodon (an antipsychotic)  anyway.  I didn't find out until I requested her medical records after she was discharged.

 

"Good stuff so far!"

 

 

 

"My name is Justin. I was put in the foster care system and was physicaly agused while under the custody of CPS. When I tried to report the abuse they started shoving pills down my throat. They started coming at me with remarks like,"you think the world is after you". I was literaly urinated on.Then they put me in a home where I was forced to sit in a ditch for playing with a flashlight. For two days I was in this ditch along side a back road by the mail box. If I tried to go on the property for a drink of water they would see me and take me back out to the street before I could get a drink. The dog they had would try to bite me any time they introduced it to me and told me it had to get used to me. Another home I went through child labor abuse. I worked for my foster parents 10-12 hours a day and 6 days a week making curly fries and not allowed to take time off to visit family. They would ground me if I didn't want to work. For these whole 7 years I was forced to take medications and never once did they allow me to know my rights even when I asked for them they would just abuse me more.

 

I ran away so that I could be safe and sleep in allies and behind stores attempting suiside multiple times and ending up in the hospital not knowing how I got there because I abused alcohol just to feel confortable on the streets. I tried to get services to get help into school and they abandoned me, they realized they wouldn't make any money off me anymore from social security so why would they spend money on services. I was entitled to these services by law. I realized my head clearing almost like coming out of a coma and I tried to stay in high school but living situation was too hard.

 

Below you will find two AFFIDAVITs they are both noterized already:

 

AFFIDAVIT OF JUSTIN ________(deleted for now by R25288), . 

 

BEFORE ME, the undersigned Notary Public, personally appeared Justin ________(deleted for now by R25288), , who, having been first duly sworn by me, deposes and says that:

 

I, Justin  ________(deleted for now by R25288), hereby state that in April, 1989 was placed under the care of  ________(deleted for now by R25288), as a ward of the state of Oregon.

 

  ________(deleted for now by R25288), often physically abused me by grabbing me by the arm and leaving bruises, punching me in the scrotum, shoving me into walls, and picking me up by the throat and throwing me.

 

My brothers,  ________(deleted for now by R25288), and ________(deleted for now by R25288), , and I attempted to report the abuse to Mr. ________(deleted for now by R25288), .

 

As a result of our efforts to report the abuse taking place, my oldest brother  ________(deleted for now by R25288), was taken and placed in a different foster home.

 

Instead of Mr.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), causing an investigation,  ________(deleted for now by R25288), and I remained under the care of Mr. and Mrs. ________(deleted for now by R25288), where the abuse continued.

 

Approximately, September of 1998 I was forced to take a series of “Mind Altering Psychotropic Drugs” such as Ritalin, Prozac, and Tenex.

 

I had asked Mr. and Mrs. ________(deleted for now by R25288), , Mr. ________(deleted for now by R25288), , and Prescribing Physician  ________(deleted for now by R25288), if I had the right to refuse the treatment and in return all I received were verbal threats from all three.

 

It was falsely stated that I had a “Chemical Imbalance” with no scientific tests.

 

Dr. ________(deleted for now by R25288), , throughout my time under the care of Mr. and Mrs.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), , also prescribed me with series of Mind Altering Medications such as Prozac and Guanfacing.

 

I continued to ask to know what my rights were, and Mr. and Mrs.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), along with Mr.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), in return gave me smart remarks such as “you think the world is after you”.

 

While I was in bed one night asleep, I was awakened by Mr.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), standing over me in his under pants, urinating on me.

 

In the spring of 2002 I was separated from my brother ________(deleted for now by R25288),  and placed under the care of Mr.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), daughter when I attempted to run away.

 

I was picked up by the police where I then told the police officer what had been taking place in the (deleted for now by R25288) residence.

 

I was them moved to Salem Oregon and placed under the care of Mr. and Mrs.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), (sp?), a “structured living” home, where I was still forced to continue the Mind Altering Medications.

 

Mr. and Mrs.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), had a black Lab that tried to bite me every time I was introduced to her and I did nothing for the dog to treat me that way.

 

A foster brother in the  ________(deleted for now by R25288), residence had been beating on me, and when I told him to “Knock it off” he told Mr. and Mrs.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), what I had said and I was disciplined for it.

 

Two days after I was placed in the  ________(deleted for now by R25288), residence, I was forced to sit in the ditch on the side of the highway, off the property for two days wearing nothing but shorts and a tank top.

 

I tried to go on the property for a drink of water off the hose where Mr. and Mrs.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), seen me and carried me off the property before I could get a drink of water.

 

In the two days that I had to sit in on the side of the road, Mr. and Mrs.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), only gave me one peanut butter sandwich and a glass of water.

 

Case Worker Mrs. ________(deleted for now by R25288), (sp?), then took Mr.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), place as my case worker and placed me with 

Mr. and Mrs.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), had attempted to take me off the medication but the therapist I had been meeting would state that it would not be a good idea because of the withdrawal symptoms that were at risk.

 

Through middle school and high school I started realizing my mind seemed to be clouded and I could not comprehend what I was reading, and even conversations were hard to process, almost as if I had short-term memory.

 

I became deathly afraid of speaking and would flinch at the slightest power a peer would try to take over me.

 

Any class I took in school that would require me to progress I would fail, even after attempting the same class four times.

 

In the fall of 2005 an investigation was caused in the ________(deleted for now by R25288), residence and I was taken from school and placed under the care of  ________(deleted for now by R25288), (sp?), and was still forced against my will to remain on the Mind Altering Medications, and was refused to be informed of my rights in relation to the Mind Altering Medications.

 

I asked Mrs.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), if I will be able to return to the ________(deleted for now by R25288), residence and she replied “You Will Never See Them Again”.

 

I cried for three days straight after being taken from the  ________(deleted for now by R25288), residence losing track of whether it was day or night.

 

Mr. and Mrs.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), offered me a job working at fairs with them for their catering business, and not aware of my rights I accepted.

 

I worked for the  ________(deleted for now by R25288), from June to August of 2005, 6 days a week and 10-12 hours a day.

 

Prior to accepting the position,________(deleted for now by R25288),  had gotten visiting rights.

 

The ________(deleted for now by R25288), wanted me to work for them through the visits with the ________(deleted for now by R25288), and when I told them that I want time off to see the  ________(deleted for now by R25288), family they told me no.

 

Because I was working so much and receiving less than minimum wage, I told them I wanted to quit so that I could see Mr. and Mrs. ________(deleted for now by R25288), .

 

Mr. and Mrs. ________(deleted for now by R25288),  grounded me for quitting.

 

In August of 2005 I ran away and completely stopped taking medications.

 

I found my mom, only to find out she still abuses Meth Amphetamines.

 

I started abusing alcohol.

 

In the winter of 2006 custody was granted to my brother in________(deleted for now by R25288), Washington who I found to also be not only abusing drugs, but he didn’t have room for me and began to abuse his fiancé.

 

Approximately September of 2006 My half sister ________(deleted for now by R25288),  and her Husband________(deleted for now by R25288),  were granted custody of me and I was told by the Individual inspecting the house that I would still remain a ward of the state until I was 23 years of age.

 

My sister ________(deleted for now by R25288),  was married and had a two bedroom apartment with three children living with her under section 8 low income housing.

 

Mr.________(deleted for now by R25288),   would beat my sister and threaten to kill her and their kids with his firearms if she ever tried to leave him.

 

After the placement with Mr. and Mrs. ________(deleted for now by R25288),  I surfed from couch to couch and ended up homeless with nowhere to live.

 

Despite the fact that I was homeless struggling to find a place to sleep every night, I still managed to enroll myself into high school and attempt to gain whatever credits that I could.

 

I began feeling lively after a year to two years after I stopped taking the medications, and small things such as remembering the names of songs, or even a paragraph that I would be reading would be clear to me.

 

My ability to socialize became better, and I could hold conversations again, but still knew it was not all I would have been capable of if I had not been abused.

 

Early 2007, I contacted Child Welfare and the Independent Living program and was turned down multiple times, being told they can’t find my case in the state's database, and “voluntary services do not exist” or “There are no grants available to help you with school”.

 

My alcohol addiction worsened and I started blacking out waking up in hospitals not knowing how I got there.

 

I had multiple attempts of suicide, and have a scar that I will have to live with for the rest of my life.

 

I tried taking Ibuprofen to kill myself and took over 100 pills which were 250 to 500 mg capsules a piece ending up in the hospital.

 

My hospital bills in the 4 years I was homeless put me in a debt that will take the rest of my life to pay off.

 

August of 2008 told Attorney ________(deleted for now by R25288),  that Child Welfare was refusing me of services that I was entitled to.

 

Mr.  ________(deleted for now by R25288), was also told that services don’t exist for me until he forced Child Welfare and Independent Living program to allow me to receive services

 

Still to this day I struggle with fears which I never had before I began the medications and the nightmare of my foster home experiences. 

 

_________ ________(deleted for now by R25288),                        

JUSTIN 

 

 

Notary Public

State of Oregon

 

AFFIDAVIT OF JUSTIN ________(deleted for now by R25288) 

 

BEFORE ME, the undersigned Notary Public, personally appeared Justin ________________(deleted for now by R25288), who, having been first duly sworn by me, deposes and says that:

 

I, Justin ________(deleted for now by R25288), was in foster care as a ward of the state from the year 1998 to the year 2005 When I ran away.

 

In the spring of 2009 I verbally requested that Mrs. ___________(deleted for now by R25288)  retrieve files and that they be released to me.

 

Mrs. _____________(deleted for now by R25288) did agree to my request and only released a very small portion of those files.

 

November 5, 2009 I sent a request from Mr.________(deleted for now by R25288) under the Freedom of Information Act to have all of my file released to me.

 

I saved a copy of the FOIA request for myself and in it I stated that willful violation of the open records law will result in the award of litigation.

 

Again they refused to release the files for the full seven years that I was in Foster care and some Important Information in the records they did release are falsified."