Wednesday, December 15, 2021

Whisper of a Christmas Memory



Lights twinkle
Snow flakes quietly fall

Reflections sparkle
On baubles and balls



An energy in the air

Scurrying feet echo & clatter

Mothers grasp small hands

excited children natter


The hiss of wet tires on roads

Last minute shopping done

Families bundle onto busses

They don’t feel the cold

As they scurry home

A warm joy in their soul

 

Festive music plays

I see it, I hear it

I don’t feel it.

I feel undone

I lost my son

He was just 16

Not yet a man

His humor spontaneous

His laughter contagious

But then there was none

 

I smile as I recall

Small hand that clung to mine

Small face glowing in wonder

Those quizzical brown eyes

Ernest and endless questions about life






Tall teen arms and legs flailing

Loving life

Guitar playing

music blaring

Endless stories

Living life to the fullest

Then there was silence

 

I used to feel the warmth and glow

I used to embrace this time

I used to have plans and joy

A piece of me is missing


Smiling through sadness

Thinking of those left behind

Going through the motions

Hollow emptiness inside

My life went away one fateful day


I sigh in resignation

As I ponder upon the fate of

the boy who was my son, Damien





Tuesday, December 7, 2021

My Mind is Restless

 

My mind is restless

The simmering frustration and anger is always bubbling below the surface.  Can I ever accept he is dead and gone forever?  If I felt he slipped away into the sea maybe I could live with that but then the other rumor and speculation takes precedence, it must.  We cannot discount those who come forward ardent with another theory of murder.  Life has been one long roller coaster since Damien Vanished.

Thinking all day and my mind does somersaults.  I need to write down the thoughts as they roll by and make some sense of them.  
Keep them somewhere so that I can go back and read them.  The turmoil is very real and there is no peace.  There is no hope.  It is a false hope. That tiny feeling of a glimmer of hope is significant enough to keep me on this road.  But I don’t believe I will get my boy back.  But it does happen for others, so maybe for us. That is all the hope I have, and it is not much to hang my hat on. 

I walk this very lonely road alone.  Others can leave it and return to it when they feel they can.  I can step away but it is always on my mind.  Niggling at my brain.  What if.  Maybe this.  What can I do?  What is there left to hope for. Should I walk away? Can I do some good? 

Friday, December 3, 2021

Lost Hopes & Dreams

 I wrote a book about my struggles with the case of my missing son, Damien Nettles.  I felt it was necessary to write our journey into my own words. The emotional turmoil of a child missing is beyond words.  I can only express what I have known. It goes without saying that anytime a family member mysteriously goes missing, it is unbearable for the family left behind.  There are few resources for a family like mine; no guidance came from the police for us.  We were fortunate to stumble on the Charity, Missing People, who provided guidance and support. 
  
Since that time I have been working with people who have come my way to make improvements/change in how missing persons cases are handled.  
So much can go wrong in the initial stages of a missing episode.  I say episode as in some cases, especially missing from care and County Lines, are revolving door cases which most of the time have some resolution until the next episode.  There are significant resources in place through National Crime Agency with focus on the exploitation of young and vulnerable people.
 
My focus is on the unexplained/out of character incidents especially young males who are NOT marginalized/criminalized in society but who are missing for other reasons i.e. unplanned or out of character and missing on a night out.  All too common yet often not given appropriate risk assessment by police who stereotype young men as boys being boys or just another teen runaway.   Quick assumptions, in some cases, that missing young people fit one profile, delays in thorough searches.   
The most important thing the police need to do, and is very simple, listen to the concerns of the family who know that person better than anyone.  Act upon it, immediately!  
In our case, we suffered from a feeling of helpless sadness and desperation, not being heard.  We could not comprehend the scope of what was happening.  We were in a state of shock.  There needs to be understanding of the dynamics of the situation that has befallen the family left behind to cope.  When someone goes missing, knowingly or unknowingly, they take several lives with them which will forever be damaged. In some cases, destroyed.  Lives veering onto a new dark path.  Unfulfilled hopes and dreams. Lost opportunities. Missed happiness. Deep sadness, anxiety, and depression.  Broken relationships.  The list goes on.  My experience spans 25 years at the time of writing this.  There appears to be increased awareness/willingness by authorities to look closer at such cases, but mistakes, often fatal are still made. Especially in the case young males who are often stereotyped as out on the town, lads being lads. Change is very slow.

Ways of coping


 You visit my thoughts every day.  Sometimes in my dreams I see you smiling and for a moment I believe your safe with us again.  With the  cruel light of day the vision & happiness it brought to my weary  heart, fades away and the cold reality washes over me.  Your gone.  It’s been a long time.  In my heart you live forever 16.  My hope is one day, in any way we can, we will find you and bring you home. Always and forever in my heart. 

 One way of coping that has helped me immensely is writing. It has been an outlet for my thoughts.  Sometimes it’s difficult to explain to someone who is not going through this experience of a missing loved one how it feels, the personal struggle.  So pen to paper (or thumbs to texting) I spoke out loud on paper my inner feelings.  Although my family and friends are also working their way through it, sometimes they can’t carry you as well as themselves.  So this outlet for me has been cathartic.  Another benefit being that I have a record.  Some people do journal and I suppose this is what I do without realizing it’s value later to help pinpoint events to refer back to.  So it has been useful. I also have kept just about every email/text thread spanning the time we have been in this situation.  So keeping those is wise in case they are needed at some point to refer back to.  


Who can you trust

 Cover up?  Who do you trust?

My personal thoughts are as follows.  They are my thoughts which span 25 years of questioning how my 16 year old son could vanish off the face of the earth.

When Damien went missing we reported his disappearance to the police, because that’s what you do, right? We felt very hopeful that we would get support and a result once they were on the job.  But it does not work like that.

First, we as a family were scrutinized, but we didn’t realize at the time.  We did wonder why they were spending a lot of time interviewing us and our kids and why they were not out searching.  But, being ignorant of any police procedure we thought this was leading somewhere and that surely, while we were being scrutinized, surely they were also out searching?  Erm, no!  So we lost valuable time.  It was at the suggestion of a dear friend that we should forget the bastards (her words) and get out and look ourselves.

That was the best advice I got and I am glad I followed it because, if I hadn’t, we would never have uncovered Damien’s movements that night.  Nothing would have been done by the police.  We knocked on doors and we found people who remembered seeing him and we discovered the video in a chip shop showing him talking to a group of army guys who were visiting the Island.  We made a fuss, asked questions and we were treated like a nuisance by police who obviously did not like the questions we asked.  They did not want to look for him and said he had gone off.  One even told me he was old enough to do what he wanted.  Damien was 16.  The police said they thought he was 19.  Big mistake on their part.

This set the rot into the case, day one.  Blaming Damien for being a young boy, because boys do this.  Accusing him of being a runaway and a timewaster and not a priority.

Mistakes just kept coming like the loss of evidence.  The CCTV of the High Street showing Damien walking along mysteriously disappeared.  They blew that off like it did not matter at all.  Justified it by saying there was nothing of importance on that CCTV.  Not true - my sons last movements were on that CCTV.

Could there be something that would have implicated either the police themselves or someone closely related to the police?  As anyone on the Isle of Wight knows, everyone is connected.  So what was there to hide.  The more I find out about connections between parties of interest, the more I am suspicious and start to believe the locals who say there was a cover up.



The army men on the chip shop video were not identified for 14 years, despite promises that they would be looked for, nothing was done for 14 years. 

  • No search was done of any scale until 14 years later.

  • No arrests were made until 14 years later.

  • All too late!  

We have been given a location where Damien may be buried, but the police refuse to look – why?  Cost, manpower and if Damien was found it would not be looking good for them.
I believe that when Damien is found his remains will tell all and that day is coming.  

 


Relentless

The search for a loved one is relentless and there is no official handbook that explains the process.  

When someone goes missing, we need direction.  Do not be scared to offer help and suggestions that are constructive and clear.  Show us the way forward. There have been some articles written about what a family does, or what an organization does,  but do not explain the involvement of the police angle.  Terminology and language they use is specific and sometimes means much more that the average person is aware of. 

 What are their policies and procedures or lack thereof?   What should we expect in reality - not what is written in their own handbook?  To be ready to take up the search yourself when they are too busy with solvable crimes. Missing Persons enquiries often fall beside the wayside. Cases often do not get risk assessed correctly and valuable details and time lost can never be recovered.   Police have dozens of runaways or county lines and dementia cases and it is easy to make simple assumptions about cases.  It is very important a family is listened to.  It takes tenacity and a willingness to challenge authority of the police and it is exhausting.  It very often leads to a breakdown of communication to a level that is just unacceptable, but these cases are not a priority.

Long term missing are a category that seems to be lumped into the pot with the other cases which are explainable.  There are the forgotten cases because they are not easily solvable.  There is no back story and no trail to follow. 

Sometimes, when your mentally and physically exhausted, you just must let go, step back and allow your brain to decompress.


Thursday, December 2, 2021

Waiting for the Light

 
Christmas is looming
I wrestle in my soul
Comparing a life which was whole
To this fractured remnant of  hope
If sweet Damien was here
What would he say or want?
He would say life took a turn
It wasn't in the plan
He would tell us he loves us
To live for the moment
Not how it once was
Nothing is certain
Make the best of sad times
Have faith
One day it will come right
Maybe not as we hoped or expected
Our paths to take
Nothing is guaranteed
We are visitors to this life
We think we have control
But, in truth
There is only fate
Accept for now what you cannot alter
Be still, be calm
Waiting for the light
by Valerie Nettles