My name is Dixie Eliason. My loved ones call me Nina, as is the name of my now 9 years old little girl.We Live in Las Vegas, Nevada.
My husband passed away on September 12th, 2012 of a brain aneurysm. He was only 37 years old. I am the sole parent of our little girl Nina.
The male driver, and his male passenger drove away afterwards. I received a severe head trauma. My head hit the left metal side of my vehicle’s door. (Since then, I suffer from PTSD).
My hearing was completely lost for over ten days, after the accident and is permanently damaged due to this. Audiologist now informed me, that “in order to recover hearing, surgery is required.”
Private investigator’s report explain, ” Officers at the scene dismissed mother.” My son affirms, having been contacted by officers. Officers informed him that ,”I was involved in a car accident. Officers explained I was not hurt and was sent home.”
Minutes later, two witnesses reported having seen me hit a guardrail along i95. Report states “mother undid daughter and little friend’s sit belts, attempted to walk towards the bank of America off Horizon Ridge and Horizon exit, but collapsed near her vehicle.
Police arrived at the scene, confirmed I was incoherent (admitted I was in and out of conciseness in report). Instead of treating me at the hospital, I was sent to Clark Country Detention Center without medical treatment of any sort.
I don’t remember much, aside of the van hitting my passenger door. (I do not have a criminal record, drug, or alcohol abuse problems)
At the jail, I was nebulized many times a day, treated for high blood pressure and other things. My balance was off, I felt as if floating. It felt like a bad dream.
“Thought of not having my little girl near me, or perhaps even dead brought me to agonizing torture. Later I learned, my little girl had gone under state custody.”
Ten days later, a guard expressed concern to the doctors. I was questioned in writing, because of my hearing loss. Doctors then learned, I was involved in a car accident and had not been examined at any local hospital. The Clark County Detention Center then released me without any significant medical treatment.
All I had in my possession were a dead cell phone (I knew this cause lights were off on screen) no ID, No money and the rest I don’t remember. All I remember, is a stranger picking me up and waking up at the hospital. The trauma of the accident prior to being detained caused medical issues that needed immediate attention well prior to being released.
I spent thirty four days at UMC hospital in Las Vegas Nevada, Costing over $125,000.
I left the hospital to deal with the assigned DFCS case worker. She was biased and unethical in her handling of this case. Never in my life had I imagined, my little girl being under anyone else’s care (especially the state). At that point all fears came true.
The case worker caused my little girl and me, traumatic pain. She’d often mentioned “To be making sure my little girl gets transfer to live in Washington State, away from me. Her investigations were not thorough, and the reports submitted to the court were per-fabricated.
Neighbors and church members requested to be contacted by the worker ,But were denied the opportunity to be interviewed. The caseworker fabricated lie after lie in court.
I was not provided the opportunity to be heard by the judge. I’ve always been involved in my the community by helping the homeless. I teach the children ministries and do for those around me. My friends, church family and neighbors have good things to say about me. (I have a strong relationship with God. He is my rock). I believe in paying it forward. I am not a troubled person. “Life has and always will be my kids.”
During the first year, when my daughter was placed in a foster home. I was allowed to speak to her only twice a week for 15 minutes. My little girl often asked “Mommy when will I be home with you?.” At the end of every call, my daughter said “I love you mommy, I’m going to miss you!”
In the meantime, the case worker accused me diligently, in court. She often described me as “Unfit”. Visitations became less and the judge became tougher with me.
I leaned on my church family for guidance and prayers. Situation brought me to my knees and I leaned on my best friend “Jesus.” I was broken and my soul was weary.
In March of 2013 my little girl was transferred to live in Washington State. I did not see my angel for over a year. I only got to speak to her twice a week for less than 10 minutes. Although my daughter was raised in Christianity and accustom to celebrate Christmas and birthdays, she was placed in a Jehovah Witness home. She was removed from our believes. Don’t get me wrong, I respect everyone else’s religion, but my little girl’s religion should had been respected as well.
Due to the worker’s ill accusations, I was forced to assist parental trainings and under-went 17 humiliating drug tests when I have never had any problems in this regaurd. I complied! (all tests returned NEGATIVE for drugs ). I was also force to complete not one, but three DFCS case plans.
I suffer from BRCA Type 2. My medical condition is a rare cancer mutation, that affects multiple parts of the body and never goes away. It cannot be cured. It only goes dormid for short periods of time and returns without notice. I have been treated since the age of 13 and a half for Leukemia, Multiple Breast Cancers, Thyroidchtomies, Lumpectomies, etc… My goal in life, is to survive this illness in order to have the opportunity to keep on loving and caring for my children. I am happy for each day God grants me.
Through out the course of her life, my little girl has never received bruises, been scared, been abused, or was ever neglected by me. Members of my church, neighbors, people from local parks and dance studios can attest to the type of mother I am. These are the same people, DFCS refused to interview when them made themselves available for such interviews.
I read somewhere an impacting message. “Where there is love, there’s no need for power! Where there is power usually exists, no love.” This was when my true journey began, With God by my side. I prayed and worked harder toward reunification.
“The DCFS worker used a corrupt manipulation and rhetorical ploys to advance her agenda. Her argument suffused that I could not be trusted with the care of my little girl.”
The judge misunderstood me and alternately allowed for my character to be consorted as inappropriate.“In my situation there was lack of good evidence. “The caseworker should had presented her findings as ethically as possible, but she lacked moral character to do so.”
She carried a corrupt reasoning, to exploit the bond between my daughter and myself. The caseworker maneuvered a blatant and devious presentation of who I am as a mother, as a person and as a member of the community. Her skepticism was bias, as she endangered the welfare of a minor. I had to be diligent when disputing the truth, in order for fight her inept arguments.”A couple of day after my little girl was transferred to Washington State. I then my journey and a new learning process.”
With only $150 to my name, I purchased an 7yrs old Mac on Craigslist for $50 dollars, Rented Books from the library and frequented Youtube.com to teach myself Website Development. A couple days later, I built MothersPrimalJourney.com. I purchased the business license with the rest. About a week later, I returned to Youtube.com to teach myself iPhone Development. This is how “Mother Primal Journey ” was formed!
The DFCS worker was assigned to another case a year later, after so many complains during requested CFTs. Unfortunately, the judge was re-assigned and I had to fight my case from the beginning . Thanks to God’s Grace, I’ve been able to make a living developing apps and websites.
Also a company from California provided me, a full time job doing IT work. I now ran my own company “Mothers Primal Journey, LLC” and work a full time job from home.
My work has helped retain the best attorney in Las Vegas whom not just empathized with me, but helped me fight my case. For most of my case I did not have the resources for a good attorney.
“The Las Vegas District attorney on the criminal case, dropped all the charges against me” as they had lacked proof needed to pursue any criminal case against me. That record is now sealed. I was never tried nor convicted of criminal charges from the incident that led to this unfortunate situation. The entire situation stemmed from this original incident.
After 2 years and almost 3 months, DFCS decided there was no reason for my little girl to continue being part of the system. My little girl and I were reunified on August 14th, 2014. DFCS finally closed my case on Jan 6th, 2015. I was granted full custody at this time.
Below are some of my apps: among a few others soon followed.
An Amazing company CDx Life provided me work as an IT Executive. This is a science and technology company based in San Diego, California, that has created MyDx which is the first battery operated, handheld, chemical analyzer for consumers. The device was created to measure impurities created to detect impurities are not visual to the human eye. It allows you to measure, test and verify. The company’s mission is to empower people to live a healthier life by revealing the chemicals in what you eat, drink and inhale. MyDx uses nanotechnology to measure chemicals of interest and has multiple sensors being developed in its lab that are compatible with the MyDx App. To learn more, visit www.cdxlife.com.The company went public in the stock exchange almost a year ago.
I do not treat my own illnesses via the consumption of cannabis. However, I did work with and along side of the company’s research team. Daniel Yazbeck, (CDX Life CEO) encouraged me to implement office software to benefit each and all team members.
Also like to inform you that for the pass two years, I’ve been journaling the separation CPS set in place between my little girl Nina and I. Therefore, the data was compiled to provide you “Mothers Primal Journey” book in the near future. My book is not simply another story about how the system is broken. It is about how God repairs the damage in place.
All parents, my situation have the right learn how to overcome the challenges CPS sets in place. No matter how narrow the path may seem, by means of information, I’ve decided to pay it forward. Please note that, “God’s Love is greater than any government system put in place by men. Dare to hope that God will balance the system of mean by means of His righteous laws.
I am driven to help other parents reunify with their children through Mothers Primal Journey help section. I strongly believe that my troubles are not my own. Many other parents have and are suffering the injustice of a flawed system. As any other system, there are those who’s hearts are out to protect children, however there are also people whom are unethical.
20% of my own Mobile Development wages is going through Mothers Primal journey to build “Parents Empower Journey.” This organization is to assist parents whom have been wrongfully accused of, Children neglect/abuse. Please note: that “I am not building a company to cover up Child Abuse.” Children are the focus of my perseverance.
My focus is to help children from becoming broken products of recklessness caseworkers & the system represented. “Parental Genocide should not be allowed and it must be stopped.” Please note that I am not against ethical workers! It is my understanding that not all workers follow the same corrupt ways mine did. There are many workers whom do care to protect children from abusers.
“The presumption of innocence is: innocent until proven guilty, not guilty because unethical caseworkers choose to manipulate the law to suit bias.” Under American Law, the accused is always supposed to be presumed innocent in all types of proceedings; Proof is always the burden of the accuse. My cause is not about Right Or Wrong, Its about Fairness! I’ll like to encourage wrongfully accused parents not to give up on their children, regardless of the obstacles present.
Feel Free to contact me at:
(725) 333.8042 or send emails to email@example.com