Smiths Falls Police
Lanark Leeds and Grenville
Author's Note:A creative non-fiction narrative of quantum events.
It all started in the Spring of 2015. A butterfly flapped its wings and sent me on course to my destiny. What started with a pocket-dial to an old friend, turned into a welfare check by police, that prompted a call to child protective services. This started a child protection investigation, that I would later be cleared of in court. Upon learning about the injustices of the child protection industry, I set out to make change. I requested a complaint procedure pamphlet on Jan. 12, 2016. Over the next few months, I moved through the complaint process until April 2016, when everything came to a standstill.
I awoke in the middle of the night, almost naked, to Detective Constable Rodcocker’s deep, penetrating voice. I jumped out of bed and straight into pants. I threw on the first shirt I saw. It was ripped and tattered and just barely covered my breasts. He brought me to my kitchen. He sat me in a chair. He told me what was about to happen. I initially protested, but was quickly made complacent by Det. Cst. Rodcocker and the other two male officers. They took everything capable of storing digital media and left.
I continued to advocate for change, until August 5th 2016, when Det. Cst. Rodcocker called me and asked my husband and I to come into the police station. Initially, he did not want to tell us we were being charged, but I refused to come in otherwise. We agreed that my husband and I would come in the following Monday. He said we would be released right away.
I went in first, at the agreed upon time. I waited in the lobby of the police station for about 30 minutes, with a man I’ve never met before, a lawyer I knew almost nothing about. Two officers finally call me in. They tell me I am under arrest. I’m told to empty my pockets and take off my shoes. I am searched. They ask me to pull back my bra and an officer’s hand searches the inside. They put me in a cold, concrete cell. An officer asks if I want toilet paper. I assume I’m being held for bail, until Det. Cst. Rodcocker opens the cell door and brings me to an interview room. I remain silent but he interrogates me for over an hour. I am released. I’ve never been so glad to see the man I’d never met before, the lawyer I knew little about.
Part of my release conditions included a condition that I was not allowed to be in possession of anything capable of connecting to the internet. This condition was varied in November 2016, allowing me back online if I did not write about the agency. I begin advocating again.
Also in November 2016, police had reason to attend my residence. The same officer that had attended our home a year before, responded. He made the same complaint to child protection services that he had made the year before. This time, we quashed the agency’s court application and were awarded legal costs.
In December 2016, my husband’s charges were dropped.
On January 27th, 2017, I attend court again for pre-trial. The uphill battle I have fought, continues and I will continue to advocate.