#KeepFamiliesTogether | #ExposeCPS
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"One life is all we have, and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are, and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.”
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On October 27, 2017, CPS and APD violently took my children away from me, solely because I had been a victim of intimate partner violence for three years (verbal/psychological, rape, physical).
I have been through this system before, when I did everything I was supposed to do as a victim, but it ended when I was advised (by my State appointed attorney) to get back with my abuser in order to best protect my then 11 month old son.
Below is the story of what happened after I went back, what led up to and how they took my children away from me, and what CPS is using against me in order to keep my children away from me, solely because I was abused.
I currently am not able to afford anything more than State representation (that refuses to listen to the entire story or fight MY fight) and Google Searches.
I need help getting my story out and finding anyone who can help me with this enormous and dangerous legal battle (War, really) against CPS, Travis County Family Court System, as well as the Evaluators, Attorneys, and even well-meaning Victim Advocates who support a monstrously powerful policical and money driven system that continuously puts children in life-threatening danger.
Donations will also go towards more legal textbooks, supplies for public demonstrations/peaceful protests, flights to meet experts, flights to get experts here to testify, among various other expenses that may come up as this war rages on. I will always update with what donations are being used towards, as well as documentation of these purchases in action :)
I am NOT using donations to hire a lawyer - though it may aid me in locating a lawyer who is willing to offer pro-bono services or a reasonable pay rate and/or payment plan.
You can follow me and read more of my story and current War on our current Family Court/CPS practices and corruption on Wordpress (kateloice.wordpress.com) or Facebook (/kateloice)
Thank you -
Love,
Kate - Greyson - Lily
1 WHY I STAYED
2 CPS/FAMILY COURT CORRUPTION
3 AUSTIN POLICE DEPT CORRUPTION
4 OCTOBER 2017 - "Ms. Branam was covered in bruises, the most notable being on the left side of her arm. Her entire upper arm was black and blue."
5 DECEMBER 24, 2015 - STRANGULATION " Do you know what it feels like to drown?"
6 AUGUST 2014 - DO YOU TRUST ME? "Why wasn’t he stopping? Why was he asking me that? What does that even mean? Why can’t I move? Why is he looking at me like that? WHY ISN’T HE STOPPING?"
HOW THEY TOOK THEM: |12.3.17|
I originally wrote and publicly posted this two days before CPS and the Austin Police Department violently took my children from me and our home together.
I was never warned or informed that their removal was even being considered, and no one told me that they were there to take my children until they had already tackled me on the floor with two knees in my back, as they stole my sleeping 8 month old baby girl from her bassinet.
I told my son everything was going to be okay. He sat next to me as we both shivered in fear while the cops pounded on the front door. I wouldn't answer because they wouldn't tell me why they were there, and I had no idea that there was any reason for them to be there to take my children. I didn't know a CPS worker was there until I had already been manhandled, handcuffed, and seated in a chair.
I had literally been kissing my son goodnight, in the same way that I did every single night, when that hard knock hit the front door. My son and I both looked at each other, and we sat and shivered together for over thirty minutes while I tried to get someone, anyone, to tell me why 5+ police officers were at my door yet no one was informing me of why they were there.
The "good cop" eventually tricked me and got me to open the door.
I don't think I will ever, ever, ever, forgive myself for falling for his lies.
I open the door and the bad cop tried to play nice with my son, but he was not buying it. Then, I saw it.
I saw someone lunge forward for Greyson, and that was it.
I grabbed him, I didn't even think about it. Someone was going for my son and you don't think - you just go.
I grabbed him, I held him close, and I ran back inside.
And that was it. They got what they needed. Now they could attack.
They ripped him from my arms. They tried to take my phone that was video recording, just like my abuser used to do (so I was really good at holding on), but the more I held on, the more violent they got.
Just like He did. Just like most abusers do.
They eventually got the phone out of my hand and threw it across the living room. Then they took me down to the floor, on my stomach, and two different knees in my back.
No one would talk. No one would answer my calm requests for someone to PLEASE tell me what was going on, why they were there, where my son was, why I was being handcuffed, if they could get off my back because I couldn't breathe...they remained silent.
I still had no idea that they had taken my baby girl. I had no idea that the last time I'd see my son was the blur I saw as they fought to take him away from me.
I had no idea they were taking them.
Later, it was explained to me that you children are no longer in my care solely due to the facts that I was a victim of consistent and significant psychological/sexual/physical abuse, and a mother.
I am not a safe parent solely because I was a victim who fought every. single. day. to protect my babies from Him. There was no other way. I tried every other way and no one would help me. No one would help me protect them, they just wanted to give them to Him, unsupervised, with 0 rehabilitation, 0 classes, 0 jail time, less than two months after he first physically assaulted me. That was the assault where He violently strangled me, which a judge even signed off on as truth, yet the Guardian Ad Litem (my son's lawyer, his sole voice in family court) was requesting for unsupervised time AND overnights after only - 1 - one hour supervised visit that she herself supervised (big no-no, but judges don't care since most don't know or care to bring in the psychology of DV/SA survivors/victims), three weeks after the judge ordered visits only through Planet Safe.
Eventually my (state appointed) attorney (at the time she was the head of the Protective Order unit in General Attorney's office) advised:
"The best way to protect your son is to get back with Him. If you keep fighting the court system, they will likely start giving Him even more time, and even start taking custody away from you"
So I went back to him.
I fought every day, but it was worth it. It was always worth it. I got to put my babies to bed every single night. I woke them up every single morning. I KNEW they were safe. I KNEW they were being cared for properly. I KNEW they weren't being yelled at. I KNEW no one was close to snapping on them like they had snapped on me so many times before.
We were a team.
Greyson. Lily. Mom.
And now I only get to see them once a week while I fight to keep CPS from ripping them from their foster parent's home in order to put them in the care of my abuser's mother who has never lived in Texas, and has only been around the kids a handful or two of times. She's never cared for both alone for more than an evening, she isn't very familiar with the city, and the last time I saw her she yelled "YOU NEED HELP! YOU NEED HELP! YOU NEED HELP!" at me when we were trying to address her son's violent actions the day after they took the kids.
...While I fight to proceed in criminal charges.
...And protective orders.
With no attorney who will even take the time to hear my entire story of abuse from both Him and the court system, or who cares enough to fight with me rather than "advise" me to comply and go along with the so messed up" system once again.
This is what it's like to be a mom while also being a victim of domestic violence. This is what happens when you get help, when you were only back in a dangerous situation because of what "The System" advised the second time I tried to get help.
This is what CPS is doing.
This is what our court systems are doing to families of domestic violence. To mothers. To children - young children.
And I am done complying. It's now my responsibility to get as much information about the corruption from the entire system that I have personally experienced since I first tried to get a protective order before my son was even born in 2015 (I didn't qualify for one, so their best advice was for me to run away, out of state, and have my son in a shelter while we lived out life on the run away from all family and friends).
This is not just my fight anymore. Someone needs to help us. And if that someone has to be me, if I have to sacrifice the rights to my children so I can get this information out there, so be it.
My children wouldn't have it any other way. They will not be disappointed in me. They will know this is my most powerful act of love. They will know I am sacrificing everything for them, and for us to finally be together again.
Because, after all, we are a team.
Greyson. Lily. Mom.
Help us.
Help me.

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On October 27, 2017, CPS and APD violently took my children away from me, solely because I had been a victim of intimate partner violence for three years (verbal/psychological, rape, physical).
I have been through this system before, when I did everything I was supposed to do as a victim, but it ended when I was advised (by my State appointed attorney) to get back with my abuser in order to best protect my then 11 month old son.
Below is the story of what happened after I went back, what led up to and how they took my children away from me, and what CPS is using against me in order to keep my children away from me, solely because I was abused.
I currently am not able to afford anything more than State representation (that refuses to listen to the entire story or fight MY fight) and Google Searches.
I need help getting my story out and finding anyone who can help me with this enormous and dangerous legal battle (War, really) against CPS, Travis County Family Court System, as well as the Evaluators, Attorneys, and even well-meaning Victim Advocates who support a monstrously powerful policical and money driven system that continuously puts children in life-threatening danger.
Donations will also go towards more legal textbooks, supplies for public demonstrations/peaceful protests, flights to meet experts, flights to get experts here to testify, among various other expenses that may come up as this war rages on. I will always update with what donations are being used towards, as well as documentation of these purchases in action :)
I am NOT using donations to hire a lawyer - though it may aid me in locating a lawyer who is willing to offer pro-bono services or a reasonable pay rate and/or payment plan.
You can follow me and read more of my story and current War on our current Family Court/CPS practices and corruption on Wordpress (kateloice.wordpress.com) or Facebook (/kateloice)
Thank you -
Love,
Kate - Greyson - Lily
1 WHY I STAYED
2 CPS/FAMILY COURT CORRUPTION
3 AUSTIN POLICE DEPT CORRUPTION
4 OCTOBER 2017 - "Ms. Branam was covered in bruises, the most notable being on the left side of her arm. Her entire upper arm was black and blue."
5 DECEMBER 24, 2015 - STRANGULATION " Do you know what it feels like to drown?"
6 AUGUST 2014 - DO YOU TRUST ME? "Why wasn’t he stopping? Why was he asking me that? What does that even mean? Why can’t I move? Why is he looking at me like that? WHY ISN’T HE STOPPING?"
HOW THEY TOOK THEM: |12.3.17|
I originally wrote and publicly posted this two days before CPS and the Austin Police Department violently took my children from me and our home together.
I was never warned or informed that their removal was even being considered, and no one told me that they were there to take my children until they had already tackled me on the floor with two knees in my back, as they stole my sleeping 8 month old baby girl from her bassinet.
I told my son everything was going to be okay. He sat next to me as we both shivered in fear while the cops pounded on the front door. I wouldn't answer because they wouldn't tell me why they were there, and I had no idea that there was any reason for them to be there to take my children. I didn't know a CPS worker was there until I had already been manhandled, handcuffed, and seated in a chair.
I had literally been kissing my son goodnight, in the same way that I did every single night, when that hard knock hit the front door. My son and I both looked at each other, and we sat and shivered together for over thirty minutes while I tried to get someone, anyone, to tell me why 5+ police officers were at my door yet no one was informing me of why they were there.
The "good cop" eventually tricked me and got me to open the door.
I don't think I will ever, ever, ever, forgive myself for falling for his lies.
I open the door and the bad cop tried to play nice with my son, but he was not buying it. Then, I saw it.
I saw someone lunge forward for Greyson, and that was it.
I grabbed him, I didn't even think about it. Someone was going for my son and you don't think - you just go.
I grabbed him, I held him close, and I ran back inside.
And that was it. They got what they needed. Now they could attack.
They ripped him from my arms. They tried to take my phone that was video recording, just like my abuser used to do (so I was really good at holding on), but the more I held on, the more violent they got.
Just like He did. Just like most abusers do.
They eventually got the phone out of my hand and threw it across the living room. Then they took me down to the floor, on my stomach, and two different knees in my back.
No one would talk. No one would answer my calm requests for someone to PLEASE tell me what was going on, why they were there, where my son was, why I was being handcuffed, if they could get off my back because I couldn't breathe...they remained silent.
I still had no idea that they had taken my baby girl. I had no idea that the last time I'd see my son was the blur I saw as they fought to take him away from me.
I had no idea they were taking them.
Later, it was explained to me that you children are no longer in my care solely due to the facts that I was a victim of consistent and significant psychological/sexual/physical abuse, and a mother.
I am not a safe parent solely because I was a victim who fought every. single. day. to protect my babies from Him. There was no other way. I tried every other way and no one would help me. No one would help me protect them, they just wanted to give them to Him, unsupervised, with 0 rehabilitation, 0 classes, 0 jail time, less than two months after he first physically assaulted me. That was the assault where He violently strangled me, which a judge even signed off on as truth, yet the Guardian Ad Litem (my son's lawyer, his sole voice in family court) was requesting for unsupervised time AND overnights after only - 1 - one hour supervised visit that she herself supervised (big no-no, but judges don't care since most don't know or care to bring in the psychology of DV/SA survivors/victims), three weeks after the judge ordered visits only through Planet Safe.
Eventually my (state appointed) attorney (at the time she was the head of the Protective Order unit in General Attorney's office) advised:
"The best way to protect your son is to get back with Him. If you keep fighting the court system, they will likely start giving Him even more time, and even start taking custody away from you"
So I went back to him.
I fought every day, but it was worth it. It was always worth it. I got to put my babies to bed every single night. I woke them up every single morning. I KNEW they were safe. I KNEW they were being cared for properly. I KNEW they weren't being yelled at. I KNEW no one was close to snapping on them like they had snapped on me so many times before.
We were a team.
Greyson. Lily. Mom.
And now I only get to see them once a week while I fight to keep CPS from ripping them from their foster parent's home in order to put them in the care of my abuser's mother who has never lived in Texas, and has only been around the kids a handful or two of times. She's never cared for both alone for more than an evening, she isn't very familiar with the city, and the last time I saw her she yelled "YOU NEED HELP! YOU NEED HELP! YOU NEED HELP!" at me when we were trying to address her son's violent actions the day after they took the kids.
...While I fight to proceed in criminal charges.
...And protective orders.
With no attorney who will even take the time to hear my entire story of abuse from both Him and the court system, or who cares enough to fight with me rather than "advise" me to comply and go along with the so messed up" system once again.
This is what it's like to be a mom while also being a victim of domestic violence. This is what happens when you get help, when you were only back in a dangerous situation because of what "The System" advised the second time I tried to get help.
This is what CPS is doing.
This is what our court systems are doing to families of domestic violence. To mothers. To children - young children.
And I am done complying. It's now my responsibility to get as much information about the corruption from the entire system that I have personally experienced since I first tried to get a protective order before my son was even born in 2015 (I didn't qualify for one, so their best advice was for me to run away, out of state, and have my son in a shelter while we lived out life on the run away from all family and friends).
This is not just my fight anymore. Someone needs to help us. And if that someone has to be me, if I have to sacrifice the rights to my children so I can get this information out there, so be it.
My children wouldn't have it any other way. They will not be disappointed in me. They will know this is my most powerful act of love. They will know I am sacrificing everything for them, and for us to finally be together again.
Because, after all, we are a team.
Greyson. Lily. Mom.
Help us.
Help me.
Organizer
Kate Loice
Organizer
Austin, TX
