The good news is, I am free to write this.
The Not so Good news - it took 18 months on remand, with a 15 year sentence hanging over my head to get to this point.
My Charges:
26 charges, the most serious of which were Rape of 3 women, bestiality, abuse of a minor and 1 sexual assault. The rest were domestic related and mainly to one person.. 7 complainants in total.
Every single charge was dropped before being sent to a jury, the Judge (female) asked the prosecutor to stay behind on the last day of evidence, 72 hours later I walked out of court with no convictions. The Judge spoke with the prosecutor, the prosecutor spoke to the head prosecutor and the head prosecutor spoke to the chief "officer of the law" whomever that is and they all agreed the case should never have been taken to court. "Lessons should be learned" the judge said..
So I was released there and then, into a city i'm not familiar with, 200 miles or so from home, with no money and in all honesty a head that is about to explode.
I'd like to give a quick example of the type of complainant featured here. They had managed to find my very first girlfriend from 22 years ago. And needled her into her saying that she once had sex with me when she wasn't in the mood. 22 years later I learn this, that once in 4 years she wasn't in the mood but failed to tell me for 22 years. This poor girl was not a complainant, she was the victim of an over zealous domestic abuse team desperate for corroboration to nail me. I sat and watched her give evidence having been dragged 200 miles away from her home and children, to stand there and say I had done nothing wrong. The prosecutor looked on completely bewildered. "Why is this poor woman here" I could hear them thinking just that. The blood drained from their faces that someone had gotten it so wrong to charge me with rape.
It all stemmed from a long custody battle going back 6 years, a custody battle I had won. With a sheet of paper in my hand I walked out of court happy with 50/50 access to my kids. Every weekend, phonecalls, half of all holidays, half of all in service days, every second birthday and every second xmas. Little did I know when I walked away on that happy day just how bitter people can be.
Since then I have been reported for driving with no insurance, the police said is was a malicious call. Driving drunk, another malicious call (they appeared at my work that day) HMRC reported for tax fraud. Stalking. Having a marijuana farm! Then despite all those calls being fraudulent I answered my door at 9am and found 2 policemen at my door with a list of charges i took as a complete joke. That joke cost me 18 months, my job, my god, my access to my children, my reputation and my mental health (which will recover)
Almost all the complaints were a direct result of a domestic abuse team looking to build a case, the witnesses said on stand that they had been "prompted"to answer questions a certain way.
I could go into more detail if anyone is interested but i'll leave it there for the complaints, needless to say there was zero merit to any of them.
The Experience.
On remand for 18 months. My cellmates include a guy that raped his 3 daughters. A guy that raped a 2 year old. A guy that installed hidden cameras in toilets. A guy that raped his blind sister.
Called beast, a pedo, a monster, every day. Threatened to be stabbed and cut up. The threat of 15 years of this over my head. I felt GUILTY, I feel like a sex offender. I was treated like a sex offender and i lived with sex offenders.
Thankfully - I'm a decent, educated, mild mannered guy, this was noticed quite quickly. So I got the pass job, they volunteered me for the gardens as the gardener had to self isolate, and i became the carer of the two "Monks" who were quite elderly. So whilst everyone was locked up 23 hours a day due to covid, i was out all day and spent a lot of that busy gardening, cleaning or playing pool with the officers. Quite simply, I made the best of a terrible situation. Regardless of that though, it has came with a cost. Financial and mental. I'm down by all my savings which I used to support myself and pay my outdoor bills with no income. I feel lucky, I still have my house. However I am the rapist that got away with it, some will think that. My business is down the tubes, and I had to give away the dog I love. Access to children? Where do I even start from here.
I've been out 3 weeks and have not gone home yet. I'm extremely nervous about doing so. The entire situation is still very real.
Trial:
First trial was cancelled because of covid. That would be April. Eventually it was scheduled from around Oct 20th. So they transferred me to another prison where i had to self isolate. It turns out court was cancelled for another 2 weeks, so i was stuck in a single cell with no excersize and allowed out at 7.30am for 15 minutes each morning when they remembered. (a great way to get ready for trial) Then they transferred me to court each day for 5 days with court never being called, so each day i stayed in a 3 ft by 7 ft cell for 8 hours with no interaction. So that's 3 weeks of almost zero social contact on top of the 18 months of hell. Then 5 days of listening to witnesses collapse on the stand before realising it was all over.
The End:
I was in my cell at 7pm, an officer opened the hatch and said. "get your jail clothes on you have a visit". A VISIT? during covid there are no visits at 7pm..... She said yes this is unusual.
I go downstairs, the new officer said. "They booked it as an emergency" I wait 45 mins in a room on my own wondering what the hell, but rather hopeful as this is a strange scenario. 3 lawyers appear (2 QC's) and they say. "We're not going to keep you in suspense, they have dropped all charges and it is hardly surprising"
It felt like a dream, an alternate reality. Like I had done something right in prison that had affected the quantum ripples of life.
I'm sorry if this was rather disjointed. It is my first communication about any of this.
I am not guilty. I feel guilty, I feel like I have done something wrong even though I know I haven't. The whole experience has dirtied me and I am going to need to change that and turn it into a positive. I want to scream outloud I AM NOT A RAPIST.
Thank you for reading.
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The Not so Good news - it took 18 months on remand, with a 15 year sentence hanging over my head to get to this point.
My Charges:
26 charges, the most serious of which were Rape of 3 women, bestiality, abuse of a minor and 1 sexual assault. The rest were domestic related and mainly to one person.. 7 complainants in total.
Every single charge was dropped before being sent to a jury, the Judge (female) asked the prosecutor to stay behind on the last day of evidence, 72 hours later I walked out of court with no convictions. The Judge spoke with the prosecutor, the prosecutor spoke to the head prosecutor and the head prosecutor spoke to the chief "officer of the law" whomever that is and they all agreed the case should never have been taken to court. "Lessons should be learned" the judge said..
So I was released there and then, into a city i'm not familiar with, 200 miles or so from home, with no money and in all honesty a head that is about to explode.
I'd like to give a quick example of the type of complainant featured here. They had managed to find my very first girlfriend from 22 years ago. And needled her into her saying that she once had sex with me when she wasn't in the mood. 22 years later I learn this, that once in 4 years she wasn't in the mood but failed to tell me for 22 years. This poor girl was not a complainant, she was the victim of an over zealous domestic abuse team desperate for corroboration to nail me. I sat and watched her give evidence having been dragged 200 miles away from her home and children, to stand there and say I had done nothing wrong. The prosecutor looked on completely bewildered. "Why is this poor woman here" I could hear them thinking just that. The blood drained from their faces that someone had gotten it so wrong to charge me with rape.
It all stemmed from a long custody battle going back 6 years, a custody battle I had won. With a sheet of paper in my hand I walked out of court happy with 50/50 access to my kids. Every weekend, phonecalls, half of all holidays, half of all in service days, every second birthday and every second xmas. Little did I know when I walked away on that happy day just how bitter people can be.
Since then I have been reported for driving with no insurance, the police said is was a malicious call. Driving drunk, another malicious call (they appeared at my work that day) HMRC reported for tax fraud. Stalking. Having a marijuana farm! Then despite all those calls being fraudulent I answered my door at 9am and found 2 policemen at my door with a list of charges i took as a complete joke. That joke cost me 18 months, my job, my god, my access to my children, my reputation and my mental health (which will recover)
Almost all the complaints were a direct result of a domestic abuse team looking to build a case, the witnesses said on stand that they had been "prompted"to answer questions a certain way.
I could go into more detail if anyone is interested but i'll leave it there for the complaints, needless to say there was zero merit to any of them.
The Experience.
On remand for 18 months. My cellmates include a guy that raped his 3 daughters. A guy that raped a 2 year old. A guy that installed hidden cameras in toilets. A guy that raped his blind sister.
Called beast, a pedo, a monster, every day. Threatened to be stabbed and cut up. The threat of 15 years of this over my head. I felt GUILTY, I feel like a sex offender. I was treated like a sex offender and i lived with sex offenders.
Thankfully - I'm a decent, educated, mild mannered guy, this was noticed quite quickly. So I got the pass job, they volunteered me for the gardens as the gardener had to self isolate, and i became the carer of the two "Monks" who were quite elderly. So whilst everyone was locked up 23 hours a day due to covid, i was out all day and spent a lot of that busy gardening, cleaning or playing pool with the officers. Quite simply, I made the best of a terrible situation. Regardless of that though, it has came with a cost. Financial and mental. I'm down by all my savings which I used to support myself and pay my outdoor bills with no income. I feel lucky, I still have my house. However I am the rapist that got away with it, some will think that. My business is down the tubes, and I had to give away the dog I love. Access to children? Where do I even start from here.
I've been out 3 weeks and have not gone home yet. I'm extremely nervous about doing so. The entire situation is still very real.
Trial:
First trial was cancelled because of covid. That would be April. Eventually it was scheduled from around Oct 20th. So they transferred me to another prison where i had to self isolate. It turns out court was cancelled for another 2 weeks, so i was stuck in a single cell with no excersize and allowed out at 7.30am for 15 minutes each morning when they remembered. (a great way to get ready for trial) Then they transferred me to court each day for 5 days with court never being called, so each day i stayed in a 3 ft by 7 ft cell for 8 hours with no interaction. So that's 3 weeks of almost zero social contact on top of the 18 months of hell. Then 5 days of listening to witnesses collapse on the stand before realising it was all over.
The End:
I was in my cell at 7pm, an officer opened the hatch and said. "get your jail clothes on you have a visit". A VISIT? during covid there are no visits at 7pm..... She said yes this is unusual.
I go downstairs, the new officer said. "They booked it as an emergency" I wait 45 mins in a room on my own wondering what the hell, but rather hopeful as this is a strange scenario. 3 lawyers appear (2 QC's) and they say. "We're not going to keep you in suspense, they have dropped all charges and it is hardly surprising"
It felt like a dream, an alternate reality. Like I had done something right in prison that had affected the quantum ripples of life.
I'm sorry if this was rather disjointed. It is my first communication about any of this.
I am not guilty. I feel guilty, I feel like I have done something wrong even though I know I haven't. The whole experience has dirtied me and I am going to need to change that and turn it into a positive. I want to scream outloud I AM NOT A RAPIST.
Thank you for reading.
wp
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