Lucky - I read the whole document you posted and wow. One question: I noticed that you did not mention the illness of your daughter and, I believe, a niece? Did those incidents occur after you wrote this document or you were just uncomfortable in speaking of the children?
I have searched and searched, and I can’t find the 7 ½ page document that I started writing about what happened to my daughter. Also, since the case is closed, then I feel like it is okay to say more now, because - nothing matters anymore anyway.
I want to answer your question about what happened, but I keep not having the strength to write it down right now. I think that I am wrestling with so much this week that piling that on would be overwhelming. I feel so guilty that she had candy out of that box… and it was the first and only time in my life that I felt rage so deep that I battled some demons I never thought would exist in me. Someone hurt my child, and I seriously weighed the effect of going to jail for the rest of my life on my children, and that’s what stopped me from acting out. I felt a fire inside that raged so high it scared me. I was truly dangerous at that time, but I channeled it by seeking justice. I wonder if we all have that inside- who knows, but I sure found it inside, or it found me, when my daughter lost her vision and was falling down and peeing herself. Six months nearly full recovery- but too much for any mother to want to recount I would imagine.
That box that she sent me for Easter sat in my house up on a shelf for about 2 months. I had sent a $20 bill inside a card that was enclosed for my husband’s birthday to the police, because something was wrong with it. It had re-printed itself on the other side of the card, like the bottom 10% of the bill on half of one side. I had never seen anything like it- and the detective involved and the police officer said that was impossible for a bill to print off a copy of itself like that on the card, so they were going to have it tested. I waited.. and waited…. and waited- whenever I called, the bill was still sitting on the officer’s desk, and he said he had no idea what to do with it or where to send it, he just knew there was something wrong with it.
After about a month and a half of waiting, and wondering if I had lost my mind, I thought- well- they don’t take this case seriously enough to test anything- so why am I so scared to eat anything. I got the box down, studied various packs of candy, squeezed them to see if air would come out, searched for holes, and didn’t find anything on the packs I searched. I put the box back up, but I didn’t throw it away because I thought- well- there could be evidence in there if the money comes back as having a substance on it that caused the bill to copy itself.
Finally, I was sitting around one day- craving chocolate- and I thought- I am going to sneak some M&M’s from that box- (my husband had said to throw the box out, but I had kept it). Nothing happened to me, and over the next month or so, when that chocolate craving time came along, I had my own personal stash from that box in my closet I would tap into! Still nothing was happening on the case, and I really started talking myself into the fact that I was insane. I opened some Robins eggs, (ironically my last name) and I ate about 11 of them while I was sitting and reading a book. They tasted really metallic- and for some reason, I didn’t give it a thought in the world- I had cramps and I wanted chocolate! I ate them, got in the car, drove half an hour to my kids school, was driving back and the road flipped upside down on me and my vision was virtually gone. I had to pull over and call my husband to come help us because I couldn’t see to drive. We were supposed to leave the next day for our first family trip to Disneyland, and I had bloody diahreah (sick) and I was so dizzy and vision problems, and we had to delay the trip for 2 days. I was still sick at Disneyland but I went and sat somewhere why everyone else played. I was soooo stupid, soooo disengaged with my mother’s case, that I never ever even considered that the Robins eggs could have caused my problem.
When we got back from Disneyland, about a week later, I was really busy, my husband was working late on a Saturday night so I was alone all day with kids plus working at home, and the kids kept interrupting me, so I said, “hey- if you guys are good and can let me be for a bit, I will give you each a pack of skittles!” That is how this thing started…
The simple story line is that my two year old tasted the candy, said “it’s yucky” and refused to eat it. My 6 year old (at the time) had her own pack of candy. The next day, I reminded them that they still had some candy left if they wanted to eat it, and my 2 year old said again, “it’s yucky” and didn’t want it. My six year old said, “I’ll eat it!” and within the hour she lost her vision entirely… and the rest is a story for another day. Too much right now.