Blogging the Rights of Disabled Parents

Kris - (April 2009)

If you are reading this I pray that you will understand that I have not abandoned you. I will never forget you. I would never abandon you. I worry about you every day. I hope you will learn the truth. I am very sorry that this BLog is the only avenue to get you my message.

I consider it shameful that the court, GAL, Stribling, and your mother have restricted all other ways for me to contact you.

Love & miss you,
Dad

Kris - (15 May 2009)

My medical problem has taken a sharp downturn, my long term memory is now involved. I still remember you (for now), but nothing really about you or anything the pictures show we did. In essence you are gone, I fear that by the time you read this I won't even remember you. My doctor says the problem is most likely permanent. This is not all bad, the horrible pain of loosing you is also gone.

I regret that I was not able to do one last fun thing together, to teach you the fun things from my life like sailing & diving, or even say goodbye.

Please know that somewhere in me I still love you and always will.

I love you & Goodbye,
Dad

I'm an engineer with a disability I have produced systems for 25 years which keep this country’s citizens and soldiers safe, you have seen and trust my work daily. However, the state and officers of the court place themselves above the Americans with disabilities act; revoking all visitation, contact, and communication with my son, based my disability, which has worsened due to their actions. The lawyers applaud their actions, holding themselves blameless that my disability has been inflamed to the point where I am now fully disabled and can no longer work. They scorn multiple U.S. Supreme court rulings that it is a child’s right to have two parents and the right of a father to be a parent. Sadly, I am in no way unique.

What can be done? The imaginary protection of our rights ran out with the money, currently more than a quarter million dollars. Who speaks up for the rights of disabled parents when a state feels the rights of a dog are more important than the rights of either a father or his son? I will not give up or forget my son; to paraphrase the poet W. H. Auden: “I have no rights, but I can spit”.