Here we are again

 Dear Damien

I don’t know how I will spend my day on your missing day.

I will probably, like the previous 27 years, recall your known movements the last time you were seen, minute by minute.  Recalling the known facts around the case, which are very sparse. I will recall the insane emotional roller coaster ride. We are still on it!  The ups and downs of hope. Weathering the storms of anxiety and heartaches that come with it all. Not knowing for certain is the worst part. Having no idea or hint of a reason. Nothing to explain it any of it.

I still hear from people who contact me with information. They feel compelled to mention, even now, in hushed whispers, something that might help us. 

They come to me because they do not trust police, they tell me. So I pass things to the cold case officer and rarely hear anything back!

Police did their best to not investigate this as a possible murder. Despite all the information provided. Including descriptions of his death -  of his head being kicked like a football.  Or squealing in pain as he was being stuck with a pitchfork. Fed to pigs. Put into a lobster pot and fed to fishes. Burned in a carpet. Surely not all those things happened ! But they are all in my head now.

Arrests were eventually made after 14 years. The case raised to suspected murder. It went nowhere.  After that lapse of time they couldn’t pin it on anyone. One dead. One who would brag about his involvement when drunk. CPS let him go. The case reverted to a missing case.

The entire debacle goes back to a shoddy, flawed, initial handling and a ‘non-investigation’ of a missing 16-year-old boy.

They suggested to me you had gone off on a ‘funny five minutes’ to quote the desk sergeant who took my statement when I reported my child missing. With a bemused smirk in his face said these words that haunt me, “he will be home by tea time. All young boys do this.”  If only I knew then what I know now. I would have been less deferential and more assertive. I told them it was out of character.  Why did they try to infer different?

Assertiveness came over time! Out of exasperation and frustration.

As one officer put it, who had carried out the first complaint we made about the loss of CCTV evidence, ‘the information they lost would have been a gift to any investigation.’ Irreparable damage to this case.

What is left for us to do but wonder? How things might have been, should have been. Would we have had some resolution?

November 2 in some countries is ‘the day of the dead’ paying respects to ancestors who rise and walk among us that day.  For us, we have no grave to go to and pay respects.

We don’t even know for sure he is dead.

So many rambling thoughts.  Did he have memory loss?  Was he taken by someone? Drugged? Trafficked? Murdered? Drowned? Buried? Coerced into something sinister? All we know is he is not with us.  We don’t know why.  We miss him beyond any words to describe.

Words don’t do this experience of ‘missing’ justice.  There are no words to describe the emptiness and the fear I feel for my son.  The helplessness. The deep sadness that I carry in my soul.

There is no finality, no burial. No place to go and pay respects.  Just a lonely emptiness and fear.

I find some solace in writing about it.  Also, participating in work groups to improve how future cases are handled. Giving back, sharing lived experience in hopes of change in how these cases are handled.

I understand the incredible burden on already over stretched police budgets and lack of staff. It wasn’t this bad in 1996 but I was always made aware they had more important things to do.  Cases like Damien’s get lost between the cracks between runaways, trafficked and county lines. We have no information supporting a reason he would want to go. All we know about our son the night he vanished, he had drank strong cider.  Was seen with strangers (soldiers) before he vanished. Also near the sea. Last seen on CCTV a few mins after midnight on Nov 3. The weather was bad, so walking along the coast road highly unlikely as Damien would have chosen the sheltered route, inland, where he began to walk with his friend who claims they parted ways at 10:30pm to walk home.

We may never know.  All these thoughts have  plagued us over what will be 28 years on November 2.

 

We will continue this life sentence until we die unless by some miracle we find some answers.

We have 16 years of lovely happy memories of you Damien. You still make us laugh when we talk about you and things you said and did.  You are now an urban legend on the Island we love and had so many wonderful times when we lived there. 

I think you are still there somewhere.

We just want to find you. 

You can read more about this case in my book,

The Boy Who Disappeared 

Available from Amazon, Audible, Kindle and bookshops, Goodreads. 

There will always be another case

There will always be another missing person case.

There will always be disparity in coverage of different cases based on police assessment.

It will never be enough, until the missing are found!

Publicity is all in timing and a media rush for a story.  The scent of money, reward, bit of scandal, perceived or otherwise, it does not matter to the blood sucking cry of the hunt, it does not discriminate.

We assume police will do something and we will get answers we long for. However, in many cases, it becomes plain, it is not going to happen like we hope.

For a myriad of operational reasons police often fall short of expectations. Understaffed, over worked and missing is the least of their concerns.  It’s a social problem in their eyes. Declare the case cold and walk away.

People go missing daily

There is not enough space to accommodate them all on TV programs or in newspaper stories. It is a gloomy moment when you realize it is not your loved one anymore but somebody else who is in the news and missing. Although my heart hurts for another family, it feels very desolate when things are not happening for your child. You are no longer newsworthy, out of the picture an afterthought. Not sale-able, not intriguing enough, not close enough for media convenience.  No longer ‘relevant.’ Alone.

Some cases get more attention, and it is not clear why. It just happens that way and for a brief moment attention is back on the subject of the missing. Which is a positive until it’s forgotten about again.

Accepting loss of media interest took time.  It was anguish and distress heaped onto heartache.  We had to be satisfied with what little publicity we could to get and be glad of it.

I never thought I would have a 28-year career which I never expected, imagined, or wanted. But, it is my son whose life still beats in my heart & soul. Nine months in my body made sure of that link. I think about him daily, doing what I can to keep him in the public eye.

I want him back, in whatever form that might be.

Still searching for answers.

Sadly, this is not unique to us.  Dozens of others who have lost a loved one linger in this limbo of ambiguous loss.  Never giving up.  In some cases, dying before the answers come. Decades later DNA confirms their loved one found is found, but too late. Remains, waiting in a box on a shelf, to be reunited with a name and any remaining loved ones left to care.  It is the best hope we have.

We may never know the how or why they disappeared but that no longer matters so much anymore.  We want them back. Giving them a dignified burial is the best we hope for and if justice comes too, then fine. We will deal with that too.

Hyenas

Having a missing loved one places ordinary people, families left behind to cope, with a lifelong burden.  In our case it’s our son, he was 16 and vanished.

Most of the time journalists are responsible taking time to speak with family and if possible, police.

Without reiterating the details of the case, because it is well documented, I want to talk about the sharks out there.

We families become ‘prey’ for would be bloggers and podcasters who run amok with pen or keyboard without fact checking.  Ripping the skin off those left behind with heartless abandon, creating more theories, more fodder for gossip. One ‘distorted fact’ becomes part of the fabric of the story and as such creates more misinformation for the next amateur.  The sad part? It is out of our control.  I google my son’s name and a zillion random things come up.

It is especially disappointing when I am told someone is writing about my son and I ask them to please stick to the facts, just to find out they have created yet more baseless theories.

Our son is an urban legend. In the public domain and fair game. We are victims without any protection or recourse.

U.K. Long Term Missing Cases

MAY 2024

We have finally been appointed a new cold case officer after a year of asking for updates which have been spasmodic and dismissive then finding we actually didn’t have a case worker at all due to staff changes.   

Something has to change.  Families and friends of LONG TERM missing need better communication from the police.  I appreciate there are staffing issues and many threats in society they have to deal with.  But a email reply with some reassurance we are not forgotten and more importantly our missing person is not forgotten - shouldn’t be too time consuming.

It should be a frustrated family to nudge them for feedback, especially  when information, that may or may not be relevant, has been passed to them.  We deserve an update. Who else can you give it to?  Ultimately it’s the police.

My son going missing is, still, out of character and suspicious. The disappearance of our son is surrounded by much controversy and speculation that he was murdered.  Yet this case, in 27+ years been a MisPers case except briefly a suspected murder when arrests were made and searches done.  14 years after he vanished. Too late!  Then back to MisPers and now Cold Case. The sad truth is unless we make a fuss, it would all just go away like it never happened.  We need change in attitude.  It’s a human being - missing.  We may never find out what happened.  But that doesn’t mean we have to give up trying to get to the truth.

 

Since DNA keeps getting more advanced we hear of cases where remains were found shortly after a person went missing.  However, not identified till decades later due to the advances in DNA.  So there is hope.  It may not give us all the answers.  But finally being able to lay that person to rest and having some resolution would go some way to giving peace to the loved ones and a decent burial for a much loved family member. 

 

It’s a social dilemma.  The numbers of missing are chronic.  Many choose to go missing for a myriad of reasons which is a different slant on the issue and incredibly important too. But many just vanish without any reason and there are not the resources available to stay with a case, except for a few high profile cases - vast numbers of cases are in limbo along with family, friends, co-workers and community at large. 

 

I am going to do what I can to help by raising awareness and sharing my experience with those who are working for change.  But it’s a long haul effort but hopefully one day attitudes will improve surrounding the missing issue. Thanks for reading.

I have written a personal account of living through this unsolicited career of ‘mother of a missing teen.’ But it’s a career I am fiercely dedicated to!

https://www.amazon.com/Boy-Who-Disappeared-Valerie-Nettles/dp/1789460719?dplnkId=88497b60-b56f-41bc-916a-a49eb2ef8b29&nodl=1