What happened to my family after one day of a field trip at the #FortWorthZoo with #McCoyElementary
One day after moving back to #mysa in #Texas my daughter’s principal at the school at #ThousandOaksElementary called me to inform me, of a problems at my daughter’s #specialneeds education class. This was in 2012 which by that point in time had been just over 2 years since the field trip which was at the #FWZoo that the staff at #McCoyElementarySchool of #Carrollton #Texas had not completed the #ARD or #IEP and had allowed 3 adult parent volunteers to be in charge, and those 3 female volunteers (#MarcieCreamans, #RebeccaShrader, and #SarahBrown) had lost my daughter during the field trip. Though there had been problems in reference to my daughter being #bulliedatschool during classes as the children of the classes told her, ‘Your father deserved to die’ and ‘Your family deserves what they get because of being a part of the war’; as the staff of McCoy #Elementary #School did nothing to stop the children or the parent volunteers from allowing that to occur. Though the kindergarten teach for my daughter and I were on the same page, the #GuidanceCounselor #AngelaRieter and #Principal #DawnRink during the years of 2008, 2009, and up to that point in 2010 had not put my daughter in a Special Needs Education class and they did not stop the children or adult volunteers from treating my daughter as such. They also picked on my son, but that had mainly been in reference to his #mohawk haircut he had earned because of his good grades.
After multiple hospitalizations because of what was occurring in the school as at home, my daughter had no problems with such until after the #FortWorthZoo field trip. Anytime she was hospitalized before the field trip had to do with the way the students were treating her in the class, and how the adult volunteers continued to egg that type of behavior on; while the staff members had allowed such to continue of the ones named. The first meeting I had with #DawnRink about my daughter being bullied month starting had been in September 2008, though to no available help. Any person can envision who has a heart, how much pain that would cause any kindergartener; however Dawn Rink said ‘Kids, will be kids’ and did nothing to assist my daughter.
When the problems continued and my daughter was put into #districttherapy with #CFBISD #CarrolltonFarmersBranchIndependentSchoolDistrict which started in October 2009 after over a year of continuous bullying from her classmates and the adults of the school which the therapy was only for 7 sessions, and the district did not order an #ARD nor an #IEP. I was told by Angela Reiter ‘This school doesn’t have special needs education for people like you, or your daughter” during her kindergarten and first grade year of school which annoyed me, and though I tried to get her help; though no one listened to me at the time. People who I knew did not believe me, with the exception of one person who I started dating when she was in the Denton Behavioral Health hospital the first time; and was later engaged to. My insurance did not allow any appointments with therapists without a referral from 2008 on until after living in #CedarPark #Texas in 2010, and the school refused to give my daughter a referral and the doctor I took her to said ‘There’s nothing wrong, you’re overreacting and being an overprotective mom’.
In December 2009 my daughter was hospitalized for the first time in an acute care facility in #Denton #Texas for several weeks before I had found a school, which she could have behavioral health help while going to classes. Dawn Rink and Angela Reiter with Mrs. Tammy Hatcher went to that Lions School for behavioral health to ‘ensure [I] was doing what was best for [my] daughter’; and I scheduled a tour for them which the school told me “We have never had any child’s school want to look at what we do, but we’re grateful they’re taking your lead to show them the way.” When the staff of McCoy Elementary had finished the tour as I was told by the staff of McCoy Elementary School to ‘stay in the lobby, we want to see what they have to say without your input’ I waited and when they came back to the lobby; Dawn Rink told me ‘I’m surprised you would go to such lengths to help your child, you might actually be a good mom for your children’. A few days or weeks later, Dawn Rink sent me a handwritten letter saying a bit more than that which I put in my first book “Finding A Silver Lining By: (Reverend) Susan MeeLing” as well as "Finding The Silver Lining By: (Reverend) Susan MeeLing" about that school.
I paid $6,000.00 out of my checkbook to pay for the school because my insurance company did not cover the school, as I was told when I called using my cellphone. My daughter was in that school for almost 4 weeks before going back to #DentonBehavioralHealth because of an altercation with another student in the class, which he used a notebook as a shield against her pen and she shoved that pen into his calf. As I said and wrote before my daughter has my strength, but her biological father’s lack of self-control; at the time. Shortly after being released from Denton Behavioral Health back to the Lions Behavioral Health School and then back into McCoy Elementary School, McCoy Elementary School still did not do an ARD or IEP. To be perfectly honest as I only can, I did not know about an ARD or IEP being available until after the zoo situation and after living in Cedar Park because of being told by a lawyer I was trying to get help for my daughter from. However after emailing him, I never heard a response from him. So had been, for many attempts to get legal assistance for my daughter as well as my son having been impacted by that as one could guesstimate.
After the zoo situation where Marcie Creamans, Rebecca Shrader, and Sara Browne lost my daughter at the Fort Worth Zoo which their statements they gave to #CFBISD and the district’s lawfirm had given to me after requesting documents during the litigation with the #TexasEducationAgency after emailing and faxing multiple requests beginning in May of 2010 but not receiving paperwork until 2 hours before a meeting with Nona Matthews which my then boyfriend Patrick Kennedy went to the building in #Irving Texas because the law firm would not allow me to pick up the paperwork since Nona Matthews upon our first meeting refused to shake my hand saying ‘I don’t want your tattoos to get into my skin’; which later she claimed I threatened her in person, when I had not; as her claim was in occurred outside of the first meeting in the parking lot in front of the building which had been near cameras if she did not know or pay attention to. I believe that is a crime of filing a false police report, on Nona Matthews’ aspect.; which had been after Dawn Rink had claimed I ‘had an arsenal of weapons’ and my ex-brother-in-law Tony had explained I had no firearms; though Nona Matthews later tried to say otherwise slandering me as she even attempted to get me to give her my military identification card and was upset I had covered up the important information which she had no legal right to.
When Nona Matthews demanded the identification card I told her “You’re not going to be allowed to find the information you seek no matter who you personally hire, you don’t have that clearance level. My military records are of a need to know basis and yours, is not of a need to know by the United States of America’s military standards. I am warning you if you go and attempt to try to pry into my military records, you better pay attention because you are not privy to that intel. If you push too far, you are going to open a can of worms which you and your law firm, are not equipped to handle.” The first meeting with the law firm for Carrollton Farmers Branch Independent School District was not until 2011, despite my requests prior to that. Though the medical documentation of when the Carrollton Farmers Branch Independent School District claimed to have tested my daughter in July of 2010, my daughter was already in the residential treatment center in Merrill Creek Texas for about a month.
Nona Matthews laughed at me saying ‘I don’t believe someone who looks like you, could have ever been in the Army.’ I told her “I don’t care what you believe ma’am, you are warned. You don’t know what is in my military records, and if you bother Senate and the White House to get that information; you are going to regret that decision. You do not have an Alpha clearance, and you damn sure don’t have an Omega clearance; as I do.” Nona Matthews asked ‘What’s that type of clearance, that’s a weird name.’
I said, “That, is a need to know basis. You, don’t need to know that. You want to know that, but you don’t need to know that. If you attempt to further your request with that and reference such in reference to my military records, you do not comprehend what will occur. I am warning you not because of any access I have to firearms of what will occur, but because of what red flags will be sent out immediately if you as a civilian attempt to get that intel. Back off ma’am, and do the right thing for my children.’ Nona Matthews laughed at me to my face saying ‘You’re just…you. What…you can’t think I’d be afraid of you, or the likes of you. You’re…you’re just…hideous and ugly. No one will believe you, compared to me. I have qualifications, you don’t have anything.’ I said, “You don’t know what I have, but you’re right in reference to the fact I don’t have a legal degree. That’s all someone like you, understands or cares about. Ma’am, you need to understand that what you are attempting is not acceptable and you are warned it is your duty to do the right thing at this very point in time.” Nona Matthews laughed and scoffed at me ‘You don’t know, anything.’
I shook my head saying “No, it is you, who knows nothing. You think just because I have short bright red hair, I am just some hoodlum. You think just because I have tattoos, I am trash. Yet when you look in the mirror, I bet you are actually saying that to yourself to try to say that to me, knowing it is you who are the piece of trash and you who are nothing. You dare to judge me based on how I look, and you have nothing to prove but how soulless you are.” This of course was before a different meeting with another lawyer from that law firm who asked me ‘Do you know, what extortion is?’ when attempting to get help for my daughter, which he knew he was in the wrong for attempting to ask me that question in any point of time. That taller silver and grey haired male in the business suit and dark blue tie with white button down shirt with tan skin did not like my response, and walked out of the room after I responded respectfully. It is quite ironic there is a Medal of Honor recipient’s last name in the name of that law firm though, especially if there was any connection to any problems associated with my Medal of Honor Art Project.
I would guesstimate #Trevino nor #Green would not be happy knowing such, even if it is just the common name association I guesstimate they would not be happy with anyone associated with that law firm based in #Dallas #Irving and #Austin who supposedly are to help Special Needs Education, but maybe protecting people of a school district instead of the children themselves might have been something that would have kept them more happy. Hypothetically writing, I wonder if they would have been arrogant enough to think about the #privateinvestigator licenses if they had ever sent anyone with one into #Washington state; whether or not on assignment. I guesstimate there would be a lawyer somewhere who would know even the slightest could prove to be problematic legally in any state I was in for my Medal of Honor Art Project.
Shortly after Nona Matthews boasted about the contact she made to the government of The United States of America to the Judge for the TEA, I was informed by a female who was saying she would be my daughter’s advocate but backed out because she ‘had been in a car accident with a lawyer from Nona’s law firm and he died, and she had a shoulder problem.’ Apparently during my travel to go meet with her from a different city in the state of Texas the car stopped working when going over train tracks and though the lawyer was speeding to beat the train, he apparently did not succeed getting across the tracks; however you choose to view that is how, you choose to view that.
Though there had been a few phone meetings with the hospital my daughter was in at the city area of #MerrillCreek Texas which had been why I moved from Carrollton to Cedar Park to do what was best for both my son and my daughter, though the hospital was only able to keep my daughter for a maximum of 6 months because of the insurance. Then she was in and out of acute care facilities and being out of the hospital for no more, than 5 weeks at the most. When the insurance approved her for the next residential treatment center, the closest location which would accept her as I was told on the phone; had been in #LittleRock #Arkansas. The second closest place was in #Nevada, and the third closest place which was the only other location which would accept my daughter was in #NorthCarolina. My son wanted to be closer to his friends and I wanted to do what was best for both of my children while also being able to attend as many of the therapy sessions for my daughter while she was in the residential treatment facility #PinnaclePointe, which I included the documentation from Dr. Angela Browne in the book “Finding A Silver Lining By: (Reverend) Susan MeeLing”. The doctor in Merrill Creek had written of “how good of a mom [I] am and how much my daughter appreciates all of the visits”, but it did not seem to be enough to make me feel as such, even though Dr. Browne had said the same thing to my face with multiple appointments.
The people in my life at the time, few believed me of what was occurring. Though there were some, there were far and few between. I had been accused of caring more about partying than I did about my own daughter and son, but also was demanded of paperwork to ‘prove the concern’; though I knew at the time even if I had provided paperwork, those same people would not believe me. The person I was engaged to had been updated about the events of, but he could only do so much at the time despite how much I wished he was able to do more. I knew I was the only one, who could do everything I was at the time; just as I knew I was the only one who could do as I had for the aspects of the memorial for my children’s biological father in reference to the Army.
After the maximum time had been reached in Pinnacle Pointe and after the doctor evaluator from the school district had refused to allow the orderly in the room with my daughter as he was administering the tests which again, cameras were in the room to prove he was pointing the answers to my daughter above his head and in the corners; despite what he and the school district may have thought or known at the time, my son and I patiently waited. When she was released from that location which was after learning the only school district I could get my son into despite looking online at the district map to make sure my children were not in CFBISD; even though in Irving, the district lines had moved and my children were in that district again. Though the school staff at the Irving location were far nicer than the staff members at McCoy Elementary School, I knew in certain references it was a facade on their part though not in full as they were dealing with both sides of the issues because of the legalities of the same district. Again, the people in my life did not want to listen to me when speaking in person and the few who did also were treated similarly to me; which saddened me further.
When the time came of needing to get out of Irving because my then boyfriend Patrick Kennedy had pointed a shotgun in my face because I made fun of him for trying to do a rifle drill with a shotgun and yelled at him for hiding a shotgun in the apartment, knowing what was going on with my daughter the day after he called me a name in front of my son; I shortly after moved out and went to San Antonio to get my daughter taken care of as best as I could. Here is the portion which did occur, and I do not nor have I denied such ever.
At the Thousand Oaks Elementary School after getting my children taken care of and squared away, the principal of the school called me in for another parent teacher meeting. Though she had already told me of the problems Carrollton Farmers Branch had been causing for her school and I apologized they were doing so, I found out my daughter escaped from the back special needs education room after assaulting a student with her cowgirl boots and then hitting a teacher after someone who looked like one of the moms from the field trip again had shown up. My daughter only reacted negatively when those who looked like Marcie Creamans, Sarah Browne, or Rebecca Shrader; as first noticed in the #RTC near #Austin Texas but truly notated by Dr. Browne in #Arkansas before #LaurelRidge in San Antonio Texas.
After the meeting where it was explained my daughter had run out from the back, through the school, out through the parking lot and caused a pregnant female to fall, a male teacher grabbed my daughter just in time so the cars coming around the corner did not hit her thankfully; and I took my daughter and my son back to the apartment to cook a meal, as I knew that meant my daughter was going back into another facility. Before I could finish getting the food cooking I heard a loud crash to see my daughter threw her bother into the glass end table made of concrete, shattering the fountain piece. Instantly I ran over to my children to take care of the situation and cleaned my daughter up, cleaned up my son, and then turned the stove off. I removed the pieces and shards of glass from my son and changed both of their clothes, to get them to the emergency room. I did what I could to reduce the skin problems to my son as the bleeding was profuse, but energetically worked as best as I could.
After getting to #FortSamHouston of #JBSA to check in my children to the #emergencyroom, the door opened to the back area and my daughter ran. I told my son to follow as I tried to keep up with both children as I needed to keep an eye on my daughter while being slow enough for my son to catch up at the same time and as you can look to see what I look like, I do not look like the type of person who should be running around a military installation. As a group of soldiers understandably yelled “Halt!”, I then had to explain to them while paying attention to which way my daughter went, while keeping the pace for my son and telling the soldiers all at the same time. Shortly after explaining to the group of soldiers, code was called and I knew thankfully the hospital doors were on lockdown. Almost like a #ScoobyDoo cartoon a group of soldiers ran passed one way as I called out to them to go in the direction of my daughter, while still making sure I kept an eye on my son. As she could turn quicker than expected there were times I ran passed the hallway she turned down to then backtrack to go down the correct hallway, until she turned again. Ironically, similar to #OldTenantPresbyterian Church after that fiasco of Pastor William J. Tenant in the 1990s.
After awhile of chasing my daughter had ran towards the ambulance entrance doors as an ambulance was backing into the spot and thankfully, the code had been called and the doors did not open as she would have been run over. I jumped on top of her and then my son to try to help, when a group of the soldiers who were going had piled on top. I pulled my son out from the group and moved him behind a counter near the doctors, when an MP jumped up yelling “She’s got my weapon!” and the other soldiers jumped up and off of her.
I pushed my son behind the counter to keep him safe and hidden for the just in case, jumped on top of my daughter as she held the #Glock in my stomach with her finger on the #trigger, and did what I could to pin her arms and legs down while holding onto the barrel of the firearm to remove it from her hands as best as I could safely. Somehow I was able to without the trigger being pulled and I reached my one arm around my back to hold onto the barrel of the firearm knowing it had the barrel pointed at my back but to ensure which soldier grabbed it was able to know I was not a threat to them, and whomever grabbed the pistol did so as the other soldiers ran in to grab my daughter to take her to a room as she spat and kicked. As I watched my daughter being taken away, I felt what I knew I felt in the last #halloween pictures was true and that was going to be my last chance to do everything I could for both of my children. The insurance had already sent a warning letter to me telling me, my daughter was considered high risk. Anyone who has any humanity in their heart would be able to look at those pictures from Halloween in 2012 and be able to clearly see looking back then to now, my eyes showed I knew. Those who could see but refused to acknowledge at that point had the choice of which way their humanity would go, whether for the good or for the worse.
As I held my son close to ensure he was okay and did not have to see as best as I could of his sister being taken away in that manner, a doctor walked over to where I stood with my son. He leaned towards me and said, “Wow, that was amazing. Oh, my God.” I asked, “What, sir?” He said, “That was the bravest thing, I have ever seen anyone do.” I said, “Doctor, I could not allow my daughter to disarm a soldier and feel it would be okay if she fired it and anyone of them were hurt. Just as I could not allow a soldier to have to shoot her on US soil knowing where they have already been, and knowing where they could have to go. They should not have to do that on this soil, they should be able to feel safe as best as possible.” The doctor looked at me saying, “Oh, my God.” I asked, “What, doctor?” He said, “Well, I am glad she didn’t run into any areas where there were computers and planning.” I asked, “Why were you not more concerned if she ran into a surgical room, that was where my concern had been. If she ran into a surgery and accidentally bumped into someone with a scalpel, she could have caused damages and I was more concerned about that.” He looked at me saying, “Yeah, well at least that didn’t happen either.”
A bit of silence happened and I felt tension from the doctor so I looked at him and said, “At least if the firearm went off, I am in the right place right doc?” He was startled and asked me, “What did you, just say?” I tried to laugh saying, “If she had fired the weapon, at least I am in the correct place. There’s everything necessary right here. No, I don’t ever want to be shot. However, this is the most ideal place to be if you think about it.” The doctor asked me, “What do you, mean?” I said, “There’s everything necessary in an emergency room if the weapon had been fired, and at least there are plenty of doctors in the area if needed. I know its not ideal to be shot, but at least everything is here. No one gets shot and doesn’t want or need to go to a hospital, so being shot in a hospital is the safest place if that had to happen.” The doctor’s skin turned pale as he said, “I have been stationed in some bad places with Marine Corps soldiers, and even they don’t have that dark of a sense of humor.” I said, “After what I have been through, at least I am able to find something I can smile about. If you will excuse me doctor, I need to make sure my daughter is okay while taking care of my son.”
My daughter was taken to Laurel Ridge several hours later and when the maximum time went by, the insurance company mandated it for my daughter to be released. I called Child Protective Services on myself along with Dr. Jackson as another doctor and I had tried, when in Austin to get help for my daughter to keep her, my son, and everyone else safe as well. I met with 2 males one day there of which after some questions one of the two males asked me “What type of mother, are you?”
Infuriating me instantly I moved the table out of the way from in between the two of us as the other male got up and out of the way as I got extremely close to the one who asked me that questions saying, “I am the type of mother who does everything I can, for my children. I am not some crackhead whore who doesn’t care or give a s***, I am the type of mother who sells my house I found and built to my standards more than $80,000.00 less than what I bought it for and the modifications to it just so both of my children know I care. I am the type of mom who moved so have a more balanced life for my son while taking care of my daughter’s appointments, and I am the type of mom who moved for each one of the residential treatment centers to be closer for her while being close enough for my son as well. I am the type of mom who gave up everything just to ensure both of my children were doing okay and better, while dealing with the garbage from the school district and the volunteer parents who were so pathetic they were incapable of doing anything correct. I am the type of mom who informed those who are like me, to prevent them from having to go through what my children and I have. I am the type of mom who despite not one lawyer being able to help my daughter when I reached out for help, I am the type of mom who at least tried to do everything I could to ensure both of my children were taken care of properly. I am the type of mom who despite the amount of pain I deal with each second, of each minute, of each hour, of each day, of each week, has been doing everything I possibly could for my two children equally and not picking one over the other; while getting justice as best as I can for my children and I. I am the type of mom who has done everything to balance every point possible for the best of my children, and I am the type of mom who loves my children so much I have done everything possible for each of them. You will never find another mom, as good as I; nor will you ever find a mom who has given up everything to ensure such. What type of mom, do you think I am for that? Do you still look at me and see some drunk crackhead whore, or do you see the mom each mom should actually strive to be? Huh?”
The other male kept looking out the window while the one male who asked me the question remained silent for a few minutes before saying, “I think, oh my God. I think I know, all I need to know.”
I said, “You should have read the file, before asking me that question. You would not have needed to ask me that, had you actually read what the f*** was going on. That doesn’t even go into my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury, and the after effects of. So, what else do you want to know?”
He shook his head saying nothing but nodding to the other male Louise, to then leave the building. I went to the court case hearing after my daughter was hospitalized in several locations while trying to ensure her safety. Though I had tried to take her to visit with a friend who has children I thought my daughter would be able to have fun while my son was able to be with his friends, and then she had to be hospitalized again instead. She was in and out of a few other hospitals before signing the last bits of the paperwork to relinquish my legal parental rights; however despite what those of the three adult volunteers might have thought when they irresponsibly lost my daughter at the Fort Worth Zoo, I know for a fact I am more responsible and a better mom than any of those three could ever attempt to be combined in my pinky toe nail. Hypothetically, writing in that sense of course. Though it never made sense to me as to why those females and those staff members were not ever charged with child endangerment cases for what occurred to my daughter at McCoy Elementary School as well as at the Fort Worth Zoo. Could such also be considered as #childendangerment charges in reference to my son, and myself since the Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury aspects I wrote of in my recent publication of The Modern Day Book By: Reverend Susan MeeLing?
Though I hope for the day of reckoning to occur in which my justice for my children and I occurs quickly, as I am tired of waiting and would genuinely like to be able to enjoy life.
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