Attack and arrest

First published, 25 June 2025

Second version on 29th June 2025

Modified on 5th July 2025

Attack and Arrest

The story begins,

I’m still at 17 Princeton Road, Raumati Beach.

I talked to my father over the phone on the 25th of April. He wanted to come over. I told him that I didn’t want him to visit.

Dad shows up uninvited, with Ruby (his daughter, my half sister) in tow. I let him know (through the locked door) that I don’t want to invite him in (I already asked him not to come).

He flies into a rage and kicks the door, extremely hard. And shouts, “I hate you so much”. The door bent beneath his kick. The deadbolt held firm though. He basically tried to break in by kicking it down.. Ruby was still beside him. The door didn't break.

I then walk to my bedroom and scream at the back window, "help! help! help!" to the neighbourhood at large. And then call the police on my cell phone.

I walk out into the lounge and see him at the side window.

I end up talking to him through a mostly closed sliding window (it is closed mostly, but not bolted. It’s kinda jammed. We have bad windows from the 70s… the window has been broken for years). He tears the window open suddenly and attacks me through it. He tried to grab me, as though to pull me through the window. He then strikes my left shoulder. Umm, he hits me pretty hard!?

It really hurts, as I have a partially dislocated* shoulder. He was angry. It was terrifying!?  He tells me that if I don’t start doing what my family wants me to do, I will be put into an insane asylum.

The window was wide open, and he could have jumped straight through. It is a huge window. I scream for help. He runs.

The police have already been called.

No one comes for a while, even thought I shouted. And then the one person who comes is just a time waster. I am disappointed by how no real help is forthcoming.

Then the police come, and I talk to them. They tell me that they will talk to him (I get badge numbers, and number plate).

*[my shoulder was very weak, and quite sore at the time, had been diagnosed as having a partial dislocation and subluxation. There was a large divet. I was diagnosed months before by Dr Janet Turnbull, MNZM]

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The following day, 26th April: my father shows up again, I come to the front door, to find him there. I call the police in a panic, he then goes to the back door. And unbeknownst to me, he has a key from Amanda. He lets himself in. He brings Jess.

The police come in straight afterwards. There are six officers there, including the two who showed up the previous day. They tell me to go with my father. I don't. They arrest me.

I get taken to Kapiti Station. Am in holding cell. Questioned. Go to Wellington by prisoner transport truck. I plead to be allowed to travel by normal police car, and am refused. It is a very bumpy ride. Night in cell. Then by prisoner transport truck to the Porirua station. Another bumpy ride. I get told that I am in the basement of the courthouse (a lie).

The two bumpy rides in the police van hurt me a fair bit, and I am exhausted. To put a man in my condition into two bumpy rides (badly disabled) in the police truck is extreme and excessive. The drove very badly on purpose, and took an overly circuitous route. It hurt me.

I get a visit from the psych team, my father reported me to them. I think he wants to have me put into some sort of mental health constrained situation (sectioned? Conservatorship?) And a meeting with the duty lawyer. I had a psych assessment while exhausted. Section 8b. I managed the psych assessment okay-ish. I might post it later. They discontinued the assessment.

I was bailed into (released) into the care of father. Required to live at 6 Raine Street (his mother’s house). I didn't have anywhere else to go, or anyone else to rely on.

After that, I then had a lot of trouble getting a lawyer, I had to see my father often. And I still didn’t have the proper use of my own limbs/torso. I tried to write a “don’t entrust me to the care of my own family” letter, but was ignored. I didn't want my father to be in charge of me!? Note: this letter can be found on my other website.

Tldr: my father attacked me, threatened to have me institutionalised, attempted to kick down the door, told me he hated me. And had a psych assessment done on me.

Copies of source documents can be found below.

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Notes: 

My diagnosing doctor for my dislocated shoulder was Dr Janet Turnbull MNZM She is a Kapiti Coast Doctor and Member of the New Zealand Order of Merit.

She is a Geriatrician and Palliative Care Physician. She was the Clinical leader of the ORA (Older Adult, Rehabilitation and Allied Health)

My doctors were pretty shady. I might post my medical records later.

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I had already tried a couple of times to find a lawyer prior to 25th of April. I tried a local firm, and a Wellington firm. I had faced lots of issues. I asked my mother to help, and struggled to find a lawyer. No success. I was stymied again and again. Umm. I tried Dewar law and Breaden Mccardle Chubb and Rachael Dewar Law. I also had called the citizens advice bureau.

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The long term torso thing they did was so awful that they actually dislocated my left shoulder (partially dislocated). And I had to deliberately and consciously hold it in place.

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Note: 5 July, modification to one paragraph 5 July. Added the word “shoulder”, due to typo. And put the grab part before the strike part. “Doing what I am told” is changed to, “doing what my family wants me to do”. Added in comment about hitting me pretty hard..