My name is Joshua and I have been going to visitation since I was born in
October 1991. I have got there by car, van, 18 wheeler truck, train, taxicab and airplane. When I was a baby I didn't care.
When I got bigger I would cry not to go. My dad would hold me and I would shake and cry. I wasn't afraid of my mom I just did not want to go away. I wanted everyone I loved to stay around me. I traveled to visitation and home 4 to 6 times a year for the big holidays, spring break and summer.
Later I would get mad because my friends where I lived most of the time would get to do lots of stuff while I was gone. My dad said it was not only a order of the court but it was the right thing to do. It cost my mom and my dad a lot of money and trouble to send me back and forth. I would get upset and worried about going and sometimes I made a big deal out of it. I would say I never wanted to go ever again. Sometimes I would even throw-up.
My mom had to work a lot. I spent most of my time with a baby-sitter and sometimes with my grown-up half-sister and her children. I love my mom and would have a great time with her. I wouldn't be nervous or worried when I was with her.
Then last summer my mom said she probably would not have the money to have me for the summer. I got really upset. I was surprised because I thought I didn't want to go. But when I thought I couldn't go my feelings were hurt. Finally I did get to go for 9 days instead of 42 and I was happy. Now it looks like I won't get to see her much and I am sad about that. I would like to go and see her when I want to see her. Not when the judge or the money says I can.
Visitation has been a big thing in my life and I hope I can help you with yours. Joshua Evans

Some grown-ups don't like the name of my
book but they like the stuff in it.

08/12/2008
Since March 1992
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