Patricia’s Children Inc. was Founded in 2017 by Patricia Mitchell, after she became an unlikely victim of the Family Courts.   Patricia was working/living in NYC for a decade prior to these tragic events, while her estrange family members lived in Michigan.  Patricia was successful and amoung NYC society crowd, attending black ties weekly.  For a decade Patricia's face and name graced the NYC society magazines.  During which Patricia had little to no contact with anyone from her estranged family members.  Her mother “Virg” had not called her since she left home at 17 years old, not even in college, Patricia initiated whatever contact she had with her parents and siblings.  To say Virg had anomosity towards Patricia is an understatement. It was an unfortunate decision Patricia made to lean on her estrange family during a vulnerable period in her life.  Living in a luxury loft in Soho NYC, she was working and socializing daily and night, Patricia needed a break and placed her belongings in storage to go on a hiatus out west to a festival with a girlfriend.  

 
It was out west—out of Patricia's element at this festival where she met “Sonny” claiming to be one of the leaders of that festival. He was charming, played drums, built drums from scratch & appeared to beloved by many of the people at this festival. (I would later discover his real name was Paul Bonsell, w/ fake drivers license that said Brian Bonsell)  She had a brief hippy romance with him, got pregnant and welcomed the pregnancy, traveled as a gypsy with Sonny Bonsell and others.  After 6 months it became apparent, “Sonny” was a fraud, he lied about his wealthy background, Stanford education, and owning houses in Oregon, Calif. & Belize. 

 Above Patricia living as a hippy—BEFORE her baby was born.  She moved out of the bus—away from Sonny Bonsell, BEFORE her baby was born when she was seven months pregnant—never moving back into the bus. So Patricia never lived in the bus with her baby.  This photo shows what a physically & emotionally abused woman looks like.  ALWAYS trying to appease, upbeat and optimistic, desperately pretending that the violence means nothing.  Falsely believing that by being loving & kind, the abuse will eventually stop.  Although Patricia was abused by her parents & family members—she had no history of dating abusive men.  Men in her life prior to Bonsell, were highly educated, wealthy, well mannered and from renowned established families.  Patricia would later draw a parallel between Bonsell's violent demeanor towards Patricia and Virgiline Mitchell's (patricia's mom) relentless mistreatment towards Patricia.  

  Instead,  he was an alcoholic drank daily, smoked pot daily, a high school dropout and had a violent criminal record, including criminal rap sheets in three states. So, after he was arrested and thrown in jail in Fla., for assaulting Patricia while seven months pregnant—Patricia called her estranged parents. Patricia said about this decision, “I knew it was a risk to trust these people, it took a lot of courage to make that visit to them —especially because I knew no one in that town where they’d moved too, but I naively listened to a friend of mine, who convinced me that abusive parents change… once the adult child has a baby, and I was just about to have a baby."  However, this sole decision to lean on my estranged family members in the most vulnerable period I had ever experinced, ends up being the biggest regret in my whole life. This one decision resulted in the demise of my entire livelihood.  

To understand the magnitude of this situation, one must be briefed on the long standing history of the spiteful acts of cruelty Patricia endured from her estranged sister Carolyn Spencer & estranged mother Virgline Mitchell "Virg."  And the obsession they have with Patricia, neither had boundaries when it came to tormenting her. Virg began to target Patricia at 2 years old, it was then Virg learned that Patricia was born with a deformity in her hip, and it would take a series of surgeries, prolonged stays in a hospital, years of being in a body cast, and of wearing steel bars before her legs were rebuilt. Virg is uneducated, from a small town and said numerous times; “I am not having a crippled kid."

 Patti in her "Cast" One year in a two legged waist cast, another 8 months in a half  leg & hip cast, then steel bars for two years.  Then corrective shoes for two years. 

 Patricia as a baby in the hospital in leg & hip pins, where she   remained for three months. Virg rarely visited, and  admits it, Virg resented "Patti" from "taking her away from her other two children & husband"

While Virg was the ringleader, Patricia’s dad and her sisters did not hold back mistreating Patricia—as they saw it as a way to gain brownie points with Virg. Like many adult children coming from an abusive parent, Patricia covered up, denied, pretend it didn’t exist; and ignored Virg’s violence and intentional acts of cruelty—out of shame and not knowing how to react to Virg’s brutality. While growing up, Patricia used school to escape the uncommon savagery from her mother. It was at four years old when Patricia noticed “Virg” isolating “Patti” from the rest of the family. Patricia said, “There is a photo of my sister and brother and neighbor kids playing in the children’s pool and in the background, you can see me at four years old— at the very far end of the yard, alone standing in tiny pool glaring and smiling at the children playing in group pool.  My mother would not let me join the family or the other children in the neighborhood."  She continued her drive to harm me throughout my childhood, moving me to a different school for the first six years—from kindergarten through 5th grade, I attended a different school each year, making it hard for me to make freinds and difficult for me to learn.  My sister & brother were not moved to different schools.  Once I left that house and after college and moved to NYC, Virg did not stop her charades, calling my boyfriends, landlords and workplace in NYC—to warn them about me. 
As a child I shared a bedroom with my older sister Kathy.   Virg would come in—tuck and kiss Kathy good night, and then with her eyes downward Virg would say “good night Patti” and walk out of the bedroom without a kiss or tuck in, this occurred nightly.  In Patricia’s words; “I was five years old when I noticed my mother stopped tucking me in at night.  At that time I wore percription shoes fitted in steel holsters to bed with a two foot steel bars seperating my legs.  I clearly remember telling my 5 year old self, “mom's too busy to walk on my side of the bedroom to give me a kiss.”  I was defending her out of fear.  As Virg continued to shun me, instead of sadness— I felt terror.    My mother was violent, cruel, unstable, unpredictable, extremely uneducated and lied profusely about every little thing and lied about people that she envied.  My mother would physically attack my dad, using whatever item was closes to her as a weapon to hit my dad.  My dad would hit her back, violence abrupted multiple times a week growing up.   Extreme hositility and verbal confrontations were a daily occurrence in that house hold.  Virg would glee with delight when setting up my Aunt Bonnie (her sister in-law) with a string of fabricated scenarios to discredit her.  Virg would frame my Aunt Bonnie using elaborate schemes, tricks and lies.  My Aunt Bonnie was beautiful, kindhearted, loved her children and husband, unlike Virg.   Aunt Bonnie made clothes for her children, her friends and cooked dinner for her family—she was everything Virg was not.  In 2013, Patricia spent a week with her Aunt Bonnie and Uncle Buddy, it was then her Aunt Bonnie revealed to Patricia the extent of Virg’s contrived and manipulating plots and tactics, meant to degrade and disgrace Bonnie to make her look and feel bad.  Virg used the same cruel tactics to set me up as she often made up complete fabricated stories about me, in an attempt to ruin my reputation.   One of many examples; Virg told my dad and relatives I had an abortion when I was still a virgin.  Virg’s schemes led my Uncle Buddy to move his family to Arizona away from Michigan and Virg's abuse. Virg found such joy in mistreating and abusing people.  
When I was a child, we went on road trips in the summer, and I often got car sick.  The family would go in to eat at a restaurant and parodically Virg would say to me, “stay in the car, because you are sick” or “stay in the car because you are tired” etc.  Virg usually brought back a half of uneaten sandwich, for me. Nothing was ever said, and my siblings never seem to notice or care. Sometimes Virg would say; “well you said you weren’t hungry, so you can just sit in this car while we eat.” I would scramble my little girl brain trying hard to think when I said, I was not hungry—of course I had never said such a thing.  Virg was planting excuses in my head to defend her acts of malice. To say I was under weight as a child was an understatement, at 9 years old the hair on my arms & legs grew several inches long, at the time I had no idea what that meant.  But as an adult I understood that the body grows what is called “lanugo hair” when it is grossly underweight, it’s a way that the body protects itself — in an effort to preserve itself from the outer environment. Two years later at 11 years old, a gym teacher did an intervention, having me come into her office asking me all about my parents and if they were abusing me, the teacher said, “doesn’t your mom let you eat at home.” I felt so ashamed, and turned so red and quiet, and wondered how my behavior somehow revealed my terror at home, I wasn’t cooperative and did not reveal Virg’s abuse and I told no one. Virg did not recognize my birthdays as child or ever.  She couldn’t allow herself even to say the words Happy Birthday to me.  Virg always gave an excuse at the end of the day of my birthday, she would say “I’m not making a cake or buying & wrapping presents.” Each year I was excited for my Birthday and without fail my heart was crushed into pieces—but I don’t know why I allowed myself to believe Virg’s excuses.  Sometimes I secretly told my dad I said in a whisper with tears running down my face;  “it was my birthday today."    I wouldn't tell my dad until all hope was gone, after dinner.   Because I anticipated in each hour that a cake or a present or the recognition of my birthday was on its way.   I feared telling my dad knowing Virg was going to yell at me.   As I told my dad, I tried so hard not to cry that my tiny body would shake up and down, I could barely breathe and couldn’t make out complete sentences.  My dad responded by yelling;  "Virg did you know it was Patti’s Birthday today?” Virg would say; “yea I know.” And that was it, Virg was callous and cold.  Her excuses were “we’re camping” or “we’re on vacation” or simply say out right, “its in the middle of the summer & I’m not throwing a Birthday party.”  But the truth is—all she had to do was say Happy Birthday to me and put a candle in a Ding Dong cake, I can honestly say that would’ve been enough for me.  Virg’s ruthless behavior sent a deep paralyzing fear into my veins. Virg did not behave this way to my sisters and brother. However, she did treat my dad viciously, gaslighting my dad but not as much as me. Every Christmas I was gaslighted maliciously by Virg. Wrapping up gifts for herself and then placing my name on the present, when I unwrapped it, it would be a size 10 slippers or a woman’s negligee. I was a small child and wore children’s sizes. OR she would wrap up her lipstick case or her pimple medicine, one year she wrapped up a can peanuts for me. Virg would say “let me see what Santa brought you” I would say sheepishly—almost in a whisper; “I think there was mistake someone put my name on this present” and she would pretend to get angry and make a very angry face and grab the pimple medicine or negligee from my hand and say; “then I’ll take it.”  I was left with the burden of pretending everything was just fine—not to make a big deal out of her coldhearted cruelty, I desperate to cover up her barbaric actions.  A couple of years later after I ‘caught on’ to what Virg was doing to me at xmas—I would get physically sick to my stomach with just the site of a Christmas present with my name on it. I would run upstairs pretending to have to go to the bathroom and fall to my knees praying to God pleading in tears asking;  "how I am I supposed to react to this bizarre behavior from my mother."  So, I decided to pretend to like the fake gag gift Virg gave me and thanked her for it.   Surprisingly or not surprisingly, she got just as angry and grabbed the item from me and said in a deep low tone; “don’t you mock me.” I feared being alone with this woman, and truly feared for my life my entire childhood.

When I was sick with the flu I went to school and laid in the school nurses’ bed, frightened to be alone with Virg.  Around eleven years old I was home from school with the flu and high fever and was vomiting; Virg was screaming at me; “you pick that up” and gave me cleaning tools and tall water glass— to vomit in, while I was cleaning the floor, she said “if that (your vomit) over flows out of that glass— on my carpet, you’re drinking it (vomit) out of that glass.”  Virg’s freakish personality worsened as I got older. When I told my mother I wanted to be a virgin when I got married.  She said, “Oh No you don’t, none of my girls are going to be virgins when they get married—I was and regret it every day.” One year later at the age of 16, my mother brought me down to a gynecologist, I was very naïve and uninformed, but Virg told me that all teenage girls must get checkups by gynecologist.  So, I lost my virginity on that doctors table, it was covered in blood. I thought maybe I had cancer because no one told me about blood pouring out of a girl after a gynecologist appointment.  My mother had dropped me off at that gynecologist office, and left (perhaps to ashamed to show her face) and was supposed to return.  I waited for hours on the grass in front of that doctor’s office, but she never came back.  After 3 to 4 hours, intense anxiety crept into my heart, but by now I was familiar with this feeling of fierce dread.   Even though my intellectual development did not understand why I felt so frightened, my subconscious mind knew that Virg's behavior was so mean spirited that it could result in my death.  I walked the three miles back to my parents’ house, once I got home there was very little said about Virg not picking me up. I forgave and forgot immediately and continued my mission to appease her, my dad and my siblings.  As I mentioned, I was not Virg’s only victim,  my Aunt Bonnie was—as well as my dad.  Every year, Virg would give my dad the same present and birthday card, she would just rewrap it with different bows and neat wrapping paper, it was heart breaking to watch—my dad being so grateful for that same gift every year he was filled with genuine love and gratitude he would read out loud that same card every year and kiss Virg with such devotion and appreciation. Virg would squeal with devious joy— behind my dad’s back looking over at her kids with a huge smile—she made sure her children knew about her deception— so she could spread her wicked conduct to her children.  Virg was big on attempting to collect people so she could "gang up" against one her victims.   Ganging together against an innocent victim, like a "Gang," is a weekly occurrence in this family.   My sister Carolyn Spencer and brother Jimmy Mitchell Jr, use this same trait against people that they don't agree with them or someone they think offended them.  
 I became very religious at 13, perhaps an indirect way to cope with this daily threat to my life and my well-being.  I always put on a happy face, with a fresh smile and an agreeable demeanor, constantly offering to do the dishes or clean and complimenting my family members— as well as others around me in a secret plea for them to stop abusing me. 

 Leaving that house and that State did not stop Virg’s attacks on me. After college and my first year living in NYC, Virg persuaded me go to Colorado—“to help my sister Kathy.”    To allure me to go—Virg offered to pay for an essential surgery I needed to breathe, a “deviated septum," my dad had the same problem—unable to breath out of his nose.  While I was visiting Kathy and one day after my surgery, Virg called and asked to speak to me she said; “she wasn’t going to pay for the elective surgery, she promised to pay for.” She blamed it on my dad, but he was just her escape goat.  I silently remember thinking as I listened to her, this is going to ruin my credit before I ever get a credit card, (which of course it did).  After Virg told me this, I said: “that’s ok, I won’t be buying a house anytime soon.”  That day she called—was my 21st birthday, her present to me was giving me bad credit for the next 8 years. So I had bad credit as I was just starting out in life, without ever having a credit card, or loan.   Some years later, while I was struggling to be an actress in NYC, my grandparents died, leaving me a small inheritance. Virg told me, “we are not giving you that money, you will just spend it.” I said nothing and put no resistance up.  But shortly after, I discovered my parents had given my other siblings their inheritance—I still said nothing.  After a couple of years in NYC and with little to no contact with anyone in my estranged family, Virg began to call my NYC boyfriends, NYC friends, workplaces and landlords, warning them about me.  I had naively given her those numbers under the impression that she was showing a rare moment of concern for my wellbeing— when Virg asked me for those phone numbers Virg said, “just in case something happens to you, I won’t have any way of knowing — so I need these phone numbers.”  I remember my heart was quick to warmth when she asked for those numbers.  But I should have known better, with the simple fact that she was calling strangers and had never once called me in NYC to check on me—it was I that called her. During my decade in NYC, I would work and live up to a year in other countries, without anyone from my family knowing about it— I was very independent.  I was working as a fashion model in several European countries.  Although they knew this was true— as they bought magazines I was modleing for and I sent them post cards and boxes with gifts in them from Europe.  Nevertheless, they would roll their eyes to my relatives and family friends when refering to my work, as if I was being untruthful, “Patti is not a real fashion model.”

First Virg called my ex-boyfriend Christophe just after I moved out of his house, he told me, “Your mom called and said all kinds of mean things about you, warning me about you.”  Then years later both my sister Carolyn and Virg called a place where I worked and made an annoymous complaint against me. (no one else would make a complaint so I knew it was them).  That false complaint led to the company terminating my work with them.  Additionaly some years later, my landlord said to me; “some woman called me and said it was your mother, — said some really awful things about you, I didn’t believe it was your mother—and hung up. Who is this person?”  I was grateful that none of my NYC friends and landlord listened to Virglines attempts to sabatoge my livelihood. When they told me, they appeared to be alarmed and disgusted that a parent would do such a thing.  

So, when I arrived at my estranged parents’ house as a young adult and 8 months pregnant with my dog and her two puppies—I thought this was going to be the beginning of a real relationship with my estranged parents and siblings.  I was humbly filled with joy, elated about my pregnancy and my eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.  But within twelve hours of my visit, Virg used an iron fire poker to attack me, just barely missing my baby in her womb. I screamed “you almost hit my baby!!” Virg said wickedly:  “Sooooooo.”  What happen to my baby and I for the next two and half years was out of a horror movie, terror beyond what you can imagine—anxiety ran through our blood every day and night.  For 44 days/nights my mother and dad kept me and my baby in their lower basement and we were not allowed to go upstairs. There was no TV or telephone down there, it was not a finished basement. I was grateful they let us sleep in the lower floor guest room. They had three empty bedrooms in that house.  I went into the guest room to use the phone, my dad overheard me speaking to a friend in NYC— about my parent’s violent attacks on me and my baby.  Virg then pulled out all the phones in that house, except for the phone in her locked bedroom. So, I was unable to call anyone. I naively told myself; well maybe they (my parents) want to be the ones to help me, in my time of need.  Of course, this was not the reason Virg was isolating me from my friends, but that’s what I told myself.  Trying so hard to appease these people, I stopped calling my friends in NYC, plus I was not allowed too, but I did not put up an argument. They also gave my beloved dog away behind my back, which was traumatizing and devastating to my already fragile emotional wellbeing.  My mother also sold my brand new couture sable mink coat, worth $10,000 (with my name embroidered within it)— Virg sold it for $200 so she could go gambling.  I pleaded with her to tell me who she sold it too, but she refused to tell me. Carolyn Spencer—Patricia’s younger estranged sister moved to this same small town with her husband Alvin Spencer.  Carolyn had just been hired as a Family First agent, a branch of Child Protective Services, CPS/DHS.  “My sister Carolyn and Virg used Carolyn’s new founded authority as ammunition against me, using my baby as weapon against me, causing me to fall to my knees pleading with them to stop!"  Virg & Carolyn relentlessly attacked us, mentally, physically, and emotionally.  It was nonstop assaults, physical, emotional, and mental abuse towards myself and my baby— for the next 2 ½ years. My mother was merciless—  my dad lost it and yelled;  “Patti no one cares about this baby,” he said this as way to appease Virg's motive to desolate me.   He forcibly held my baby up in the air shaking her so furiously back and forth it looked like her head was going to snap off, I screamed, “stop stop stop you going to break my babies’ neck.” 

After that first incident when Patricia had just arrived at her parents house— and Virg attacked Patricia and her unborn child with a fire poker, —Patricia had ran in fear of her life to the next-door neighbor’s house {who she did not know) taking her dog and the two puppies with her, knocking on their door pleading for help.  Patricia refused to go back to parents’ house.  Patricia’s baby was due in a few weeks.  So, Carolyn came to the neighbor’s house talking to Patricia in their garage. In Patricia’s words, Carolyn began with threats, explaining to me that she "had the authority to take any baby from anyone in that county, and  if I Pressed Charges against mom and dad that she would have my baby taken from me the moment she was born."  First, it had not occurred to me to Press Charges against my parents, since violence is all I knew from them, but God knows I wish I would have.  It was at that moment when Carolyn threatened to take my baby from me— before she was even born, did the realization that these uneducated  deeply troubled people— had full authority over me and my baby.  Regretfully they did not have my best interest in mind or the wellbeing of my child's best interest in mind.  I was panic stricken, and the antipation became paralyzing and debilitating. 

Not knowing what to do or how to respond— my mind became numb.  I should’ve called a friend in NYC from their neighbor’s house and had them book me the next flight out of there, even though at that time I was 8 & 1/2 months pregnant and was told by Carolyn—I could not board a flight.   These people had such a hold over me due to their unyielding physical & mental hostility towards me—I could not think clearly, the intense anxiety took up all the space inside of me.   I was not even able to communicate with full sentences, making me more dependent on the very people that were openly aiming for my destruction and secretly hoping for my demise. They discovered the perfect weapon to gain full control over me—my baby!  To add to this impairment, “Sonny” Bonsell got out of jail in Fla and followed me to this small rural town with the aim of taking my baby from me through the courts.  He had experience with the courts and knew exactly what to do and how to manipulate the family & criminal courts.   He had a baby when he was 16 years old, he went through the system trying to attain visitations, but failed resulting in no legal right to his child.  He also had been in & out jails, convicted of crimes, was served Personal Protective Orders PPOs and was familiar with and how to use the court system to his advantage.  And how to use the court system as a weopon against a victim.   While I had no experience with the courts, had not even had a traffic ticket prior to coming to that rural town.  I would later recognize a direct parallel between Virg and Bonsell’s character—they were so similar on almost every level, pathologically liars, uneducated, secretly violent, sociopaths, lack of conscience and no moral compass.  
It should be noted here that I was never close to either sister.  My estranged older sister Kathy Aguer resented me in high school, I was the cheerleader, Vice President of my class, on Homecoming Court, while she hung out at the smoking area smoking with her burn out boyfriend. Yet my mother "Virg," and Kathy believed, Kathy should’ve been on Homecoming Court— not me.  The first thing Virg said to me on the day I made Homecoming Court, “everyone knows Kathy should have gotten it, and not you.”

 I didn’t even know what that meant, but I assumed she was talking about her friends, but now I know it was just another vicious remark aimed to break my excitement and spirit.  I had nothing in common with Kathy or anyone in my family.  Kathy moved out of our childhood house and the State— when I was 15 years old, from that moment on Kathy I had very little communication, years would go by without seeing her or speaking to her.   Growing up I never had a conversation with her, or anyone in my family.  Kathy had no idea what my life was like in College or NYC—yet she supported Virg & Carolyn's campaign to take my baby from me.  Kathy Aguer rigorously wrote a letter to the court that trashed me, it was filled with distorted thoughts and perverted ideas she had about my life in NYC and about me personally.  In this letter to the courts she wrote,  "Patti must be doing something illegal to have such a fancy expensive loft in soho and designer clothes."  Kathy also said she thought I was possessed, because— "Patti is possessed she is smart she knows things that no one elses knows."   She also spread rumors about me to divert relatives from looking closer at her dysfunctional life.  Her husband left her a few years ago and went into rehab, while Kathy remained in a chronic state of denial, suppressing her violent abuse towards her husband, concealing her alcoholism, cocaine addiction and cigarette smoking.   Kathy's only son at 21 years old was suppose to register as a Sex Offender, Kathy forked up a lot of money— and the prosecutor, gave Kathy's son, some plea deal and he moved out of their State. 

 At the same time, my younger sister resented me— having to grow up in my shadow and all my achievements and accomplishments.  That said, both sisters went through a period where they defended me against my mother’s acts of cruelty, as I never defended myself.  Both of these periods did not last long, less than a year, and the support came from a distance—while they lived in a different State then I did.  One example of this is in the first year I moved to NYC, I called to tell my parents I got a plane ticket to come back and see them during Christmas. (in college, I spent my holidays with my friend’s families, because of the abuse I experienced at Christmas as child)  A day later Virg called me back and asked me, “not to come home for Christmas” I was bewildered and extremely hurt. I thought this would be our first real Christmas without Virg gaslighting me and I was eager, hoping to put my painful childhood Christmas’s behind me. Again, I had not done anything to my mother for her to act in this manner, and she knew how much I wanted to be part of the family, so it was her way of stabbing me.  It’s interesting to remember, Virg admired only one childhood friend—her name was Nancy, this woman never married, never had children and lived & worked in Chicago. Often Virg would say to us kids, “I wish I had Nancy’s life, no husband, no children and free to do whatever she wants.”  I know now, Virg’s spiteful spirit her and her motivation to lash out against me, came from envying my life in NYC.  I never met a person so ruled by jealousy and envy as Virg.   She resented and hated anyone that was successful, pretty, happy or on TV—and frantically disparaging that person. When I told Kathy that Virg did not want me to come home for Christmas, Kathy called Virg— swearing at Virg, calling her every name in the book.  That year Kathy invited me to visit her out west in Colorado that Christmas.  Carolyn went through a similar stage in regard to Virg’s unwarranted attacks on me. But as mentioned, neither of those stages lasted long. Eventually they sided with Virg and found reasons to validate their malicious cruelty towards me.  I never once defended myself after Virg’s attacks, nor did I with my dad, Carolyn, or Alvin, nor did I attempt to correct Kathy’s perverted interpretation of my life in NYC—it is my non-defensive response towards these people— that I deeply regret. 

The first CPS Court Hearing, was due to a Petition requested by Carolyn Spencer and Virg Mitchell, after I received a DUI. Patricia is not drinker; Patricia opened a bottle of champagne that had been in her refrigerator for four months saving it to celebrate the birth of her baby. The circumstances were most unusual, Patricia and her baby were trying to flee Bonsell’s violence, it was late at night and in his anger Bonsell took a bat to Patricia’s car smashing the front lights— trying to stop Patricia from escaping.  Determined to get away— Patricia regretfully got in the car with her baby, looking for a police station to report Bonsell.  I found the police,  only to be charged with a DUI, the police ignored my requests to arrest Bonsell for violently attacking me and the severely damaging my car.  Nevertheless, Carolyn and Virg went to the CPS courts— Carolyn’s colleagues with a plea for Patricia’s baby to be taken from her. Although the DUI was supposed to be their concern, Virg’s said to the CPS court; “Patti can’t have a BABY…..she lives in NYC, she is a fashion model and goes all over the world, she doesn’t get to have a baby too.”  Should be noted, Bonsell had so many DUI’s that his driver’s license was revolted. Virg & Carolyn had no problem with Bonsell's revoked driver license due to multiple DUI’s and his long criminal record including violent assaults—these facts about Bonsell, did NOT concern Carolyn or Virg when it came to being a parent to Patricia’s baby.   Because the fact remain, their motive was not a concern for Patricia's baby— Jasiah, their only motive was to afflict pain and suffering at Patricia. 
Because of this first CPS Petition— Carolyn Spencer who had authority due to her Family First job, gave my abusive parents full control over me and my baby's life—through the CPS/Probate Courts.  Because Carolyn ordered me through the CPS courts to move back with my abusive parents, I loss my new apartment.   Virgline Mitchell forced  me and my baby to live down in their lower, unfinished basement of my parents house for next two months. We were allowed to sleep in the guest room on the lower first floor,  but were not allowed to be in there during the day.   What happened to me and my baby for the next 44 days and nights was so horrific—  that it would traumatize most people for life.  But after 44 days & nights in that basement, one day I snuck away— saying I was going to church to pray, and instead went to an attorneys office and explained to her my situation.  She was running for office and was open to helping people in that community.  Remarkably she made a few phone calls while I was in her office; and the attorney was able to release the hold CPS had over me and my baby.  I immediately moved my baby and I — away from Virg & Jim Sr. violent attacks on us, and out of that damp lower basement and into a small apartment in town.   I got a local simple job in town that I could walk too, since I had no car.   But my most regrettable— was me trying to be freinds and make peace with these deeply troubled family members.  

 Six months later, a second petition was filed by Sonny Bonsell, the petition had zero validity to it.  After seeing Patricia in town, Bonsell called up CPS and Carolyn, claiming "Patricia left her baby alone," when in fact Patricia had hired a 19-year-old babysitter.  Once again, the petition was dismissed, and her baby returned after the facts came to light.   Three months later—a third petition was filed, this was order and demanded by Carolyn Spencer.   This CPS petition occured  after Bonsell was drunk and called Patricia from a bar after midnight— calling ten times in a row, while Patricia and her baby were sleeping.   Patricia hung up on Bonsell—finally taking the phone off the hook—so Patricia and her baby could sleep.  Bonsell got angry he has a very short fuse — Bonsell then called the CPS Agent from the bar, he told the CPS agent, “Patti was going to throw their baby in a river.”  The CPS agent that Bonsell called was a friend of Bonsells, she was a disheveled hippy woman and was seen days before by Patricia's colleague smoking pot with Bonsell.  The CPS agent had stayed the night at Bonsells house— only days before Bonsell called her at 1:00am from this bar.   The CPS agent called Carolyn at 1:30AM who proceeded to call Patricia’s brother, Jimmy.   While all this fabricated drama was occurring, Patricia and her baby were sleeping peacefully in their apartment.   At the same time Carolyn and Jimmy were pumping adrenaline to come to Patricia’s apartment in the middle of the night.   In Patricia’s words; “around 2:00AM there were a bunch people pounding on our door screaming at me through the apartment door, I was so frightened and already traumatized from my time with my parents—I began to cry having no idea what was happening.  I told Carolyn and Jimmy I was not opening up the door until they calm down and tell me what was going on. They sounded like two bloodthirsty violent maniacs at my door—my neighbors called the police on them. The police showed up, I let the officer in my apartment, but I refused to let the lunatics Carolyn and Jimmy in my house.  The police spoke to Carolyn, he told me what Bonsell said to them, that I “was going to throw my baby in a river."   The officer checked on my baby sleeping peacefully in her crib and told Jimmy and Carolyn to leave my apartment door and to go home.  Carolyn was adamant, telling the policeman who she worked for… and that she had the right to take my baby, although the police did not agree with Carolyn.  The officer said to me;  "why don’t you just let your baby spend the night at your brother’s house until everything calms down in the morning."  Desperate to appease Carolyn and my family; and seeking peace at all costs, I reluctantly said, “ok, one night.”  But the next day Bonsell filed an “Emergency Exparte Motion” to seek Emergency Custody of our baby, which would allow Bonsell to receive full custody of Jasiah without even so much as a Court Hearing.  So, with Carolyn and Virg’s blessing, Patricia’s baby was placed with Bonsell, giving Bonsell full custody of Patricia’s baby.  Two weeks later Bonsell moved back into his school bus, which was parked on the property of a twice convicted Sex Offender Don Nelson, both convictions involved Nelson touching children with his penis.  Nelson was currently on parole at the time and it stated, “No contact with children.”

  Carolyn Spencer (Patricia's sister & the town's Family First agent/branch of CPS) ORDER Patricia's baby to be taken away from Patricia & her safe loving home, and ORDERED by law to live in this old school bus with Bonsell.  No running water no electricity. The bus resided on the property of a twice convicted sex offender towards children. The Convicted Sex Offender Don Nelson lived 10 yards away from this bus— in a trailer.  ONE week after Bonsell received full custody of my baby through an Exparte Motion/ WITHOUT so much as a Hearing, he moved his self & my baby into this Bus.  Photos was taken by Blair Robb a Private Invesigator/Detective.

Jasiah living in the school bus. My baby was never taken out of this life threatening enviroment by CPS.  But rather CPS repeatedly came to this bus, approving of these conditions for my beloved baby to live in. Carolyn Spencer was calling the shots. The CPS agent assigned to this case was Carolyn's colleague.  Carolyn & Virg tortured my baby— to torture me. USING my baby as a weopon against me.  

Convicted Sex Offender Don Nelson was on probation at the time my baby was ordered to live in that bus. Nelson's probation stated NO CONTACT with children. I brought this fact up to the courts, but nothing was done. 

Sonny Bonsell

In the six months Patricia spent with Bonsell living like a gypsie—Bonsell drained Patricia's bank savings.  So Patricia had no money left and was at the end of her rope. — she mustered up the courage to go to the office of the most powerful and respected attorney in that town, a renowned civil rights attorney, Dean Robb.  After Patricia explained the situation to Robb, Robb called the courts (while Patricia was still sitting in front him) and said to the Chief Prosecutor “what the hell is going on over there,” referring to Patricia’s baby being taken from her & away from Jasiah's safe & loving home and placed in that school bus with two violent convicted criminals.   The Cheif Prosecutor realized in that moment that Family First Agent Carolyn Spencer & (patricia's mother) Virgline Mitchell— were not acting in the best interest of Jasiah, Patricia's child.  And in fact Carolyn & Virg had been fabercating allegations against MS Mitchell at the same time placing the child into a very real life threatening environment.    Three days later the the Cheif Prosecutor ordered his assistant prosecutor Lynn Buday, to file a Reverse Custody Motion in the Family Courts to represent the mother (Patricia Mitchell) as the FIT parent to Receive Full Custody of her child. 
There was five-month delay in that new trial, because Bonsell was thrown in jail for over 90 days for several crimes, in which during this period Patricia’s baby Jasiah was returned to her.    Jasiah was back in her mother's loving arms, safe, warm and back in her clean apartment and thriving.   But the courts would not allow Patricia to file an Emergency Exparte Motion to change custody back to Patricia, during the time Bonsell was in jail.   The town clerk said, “not until Bonsell was out of jail, can you file.”  Once again this was due to Carolyn Spencer's direct influence she had over her colleagues at the CPS/Family & Probate Courts. Carolyn was pulling the strings behind closed doors—a CPS case that she alone created.  So although Patricia had physicial custody of her baby Jasiah—Sonny Bonsell  held on to legal custody of thier child, even though he was in jail.

Patricia and her baby lived in peace and love for four to five months, cutting off all contact with her parents and siblings.  Six months later the Reverse Custody trial was heard with the assistant prosecutor Lynn Buday representing Patricia as the FIT parent against Bonsell’s attorney and against the Guardian ad Litim (Guardian ad Litim is supposed to represent the child’s best interest, but instead represents CPS’s best interest)   Every morning Patricia would meet in the prosecutors office and Lynn Buday would go over what she had planned to do that day in court.  After a five-day trial, Patricia won back FULL custody of her baby. Carolyn Spencer was so enraged, that on that last day of the trial and during the lunch break, Carolyn went out and hired an attorney to “Intervene” to place Patricia’s beloved baby “permanently into State Custody— to be adopted out!”  Due to the motion filed in court to “Intervene,” the change of Custody Order was placed on hold.  It should be noted, after Bonsell was let out of jail, he came to Patricia’s house and took her baby from her and brought her back to that bus and life threatening enviroment.   But because Bonsell had full custody he was allowed to do so.    So, my baby was back residing in that school bus months before & during the Reverse Custody trial.  Desperate to get my baby out of there, I filed a Petition in pro per, immediately to place my baby into “Neutral Territory” with the grandparents—in an attempt to get my baby out of that school bus and away from the two alcoholic convicts until the Custody Order was reinstated.  I thought the grandparents were the lesser of the two evils, but I was wrong.  Although I knew this was dangerously risky move, I thought it would only be for a few weeks at the most, but I was wrong five months went by and Buday did nothing so the custody order was in limbo.   During this time Virg & Carolyn refused my Court Ordered visitations. When I went to the court to file a complaint to hold them in Contempt of Court,  refused to hold them in Contmept of Court—this small-town court bent the laws and made up rules to suit their motives.   Which emboldened Carolyn, Virg & Jim, giving them the confidence to take Patricia’s baby out of the state, to Fla for three months, directly violating the Court Order—both were in Contempt of Court, but nothing was ever done. With Carolyn’s authority within the CPS/Family Courts such matters were being brushed under the rug— so to speak.   Lynn Buday had spent five days Representing me as the Fit parent resulting in me regaining full Custody of my precious child, but after the Intervention was filed by Carolyn & Virg—Buday threw up her arms and said out loud to me, “I’m done.  You’ll have to work this out with your family.”  Keep in mind, it was an unprecedented move for a local Prosecutor's office to involve themselves to save and protect a mother and her baby from her own abusive estranged family.   Buday told Patricia, I have to go back to work for the citizens of Traverse City. Leaving Patricia once again vulnerable and open to the attacks from Virgline Mitchell, Carolyn & Alvin Spencer and Sonny Bonsell.  

When Jasiah returned from Fla, she was unrecognizable. In 5 months’ time, Jasiah loss 5lbs during a period where she should’ve had rapid growth for a 22-month-old baby.  Also, Jasiah was covered from head to toe with hundreds of inflamed untreated bug bites and scabs, she had dark circles under her eyes, and fear was visible in her eyes, and she was so thin that it appeared that the sides of her head caved in, my knees went weak.  During this supervised visitation I attempted to take a photograph of her condition, but the Family First agent took my professional camera away from me.  At this moment, I knew they knew—what they were doing to my baby, I knew they knew—they were intentionally allowing Virgline Mitchell & Carolyn Spencer to abuse, critically neglect and permanently damage my child.   I knew they knew—that their actions were extreme and we're causing irreversible injury to my child, and I knew they knew—that they took actions to conceal the evidence of the detrimental condition my baby was forced to suffer & live with—to which they were 100% responsible for.   They deliberately did not allow me to a have a visual record of this unconscionable treatment of my child.  This action of theirs, crippled my already fragile state of mind and numbed emotions.  I put on a brave face and smile for Jasiah trying hard to play with her and assure her that “everything would be ok very soon” but she wanted to stay under a low table, sacred and confused, it was horrific to see her in this state, her aura had changed— as if she loss the very person that she use to be. There was no more bubbly, confident, smart toddler, her true nature was gone.  When I got back to my car, I went into a very real state of physical shock; I was uncontrollably retching— vomiting yellow vile, my entire body began to shake by its own accord, my teeth shattered like being in a blizzard, but it was June.  Deep down I knew that the destruction of Jasiah’s mental, physical and emotional wellbeing was directed towards me and was intended to destroy me.  After all only a week before the Reverse Custody trial began, Carolyn shouted out at me in my own apartment, “why haven’t you fucking killed yourself yet.”  It also should be noted that during this period, my brother Jimmy and my dad bought a Life Insurance Policy out on my life, telling me to sign the document — which I obediently did.   Jimmy said, “this is for Jasiah just in case something happens to you.”  But the benefactors were my dad and brother, I assumed that they would be the conservatorship of that life Insurance for Jasiah since she was a baby.  But I would later discover I was wrong, the sole benefactors were my brother and my dad.   The policy was diminished once I moved back to NYC—  once the threat to my life was no longer prevalent.   The sole threat to my life was living near Carolyn & Alvin Spencer and Virgline & Jim Mitchell Sr. 

Many years later, in 2009 I was diagnosis with stomach cancer, hospitalized often for long stretches, I had told my Aunt who apparently told my parents. No one in my family called me as I lay dying in that hospital, nor did I expect them to do so. I was later informed that my dad had taken out another Life Insurance policy on my life after he was told that I had stomach cancer.  I had no contact with any of these people for over a decade. {except for my dad and it was once every 2 to 3 years)  Yet, my dad plan to make some money off my death.  I did not concede or sign this policy, but yes—a family member can take a Life Insurance Policy out on one’s life without the person being aware of it.   While my dad was hoping to make a buck off my death, Virg called that hospital thirteen times while I lied dying— insisting that they place me into the mental ward. — I have never been diagnosed with a mental illness at any time.  Virg never asked to speak to me or asked about the condition I was in or about my health.   The hospital staff was so alarmed, that they had security come to my bedside and ask me about “Virgline Mitchell.”  They asked what she looked like and about her personal info, and assured me that they were going to protect me and keep an eye out for her and told me if she steps one foot onto the hospital property, we will have her arrested, for trespassing.   I was so sick and could barely talk—but thanked them for their concern. 

After seeing my baby in this horrific condition.  I could feel I wasn’t strong enough to go through this.  Virg & Carolyn absolutely had no boundaries.    It became apparent that if Jasiah drowned in a lake— due to Carolyn or Virg’s deliberate negligence while Jasiah was in their care— her death would be ruled an accident, the courts and all my family members would gang together agreeing the death was accidental.   I could just hear Carolyn & Virg saying, “its for the best, it better for Jasiah to be in heaven then to be with Patti.”   My baby girl’s terror was so profound, she no longer talked.   So I knew if I left that town, their motivation to injure and damage Jasiah would dwindle, at least that’s what I hoped.  And they would no longer parading my broken baby girl in front of me.  At this moment I decided to leave and go back in NYC and get help from one of my NYC friends. After I left, they assigned me a court appointed attorney without ever telling me.   After a few weeks of being in NYC—  I called the Traverse City Courts, and found out about this court appointed attorney.  While living in Traverse city,  for three years I'd been representing myself, in CPS/Family/Probate courts up against professional attorneys,—except when Buday represented me in my Reverse Custody trial.   Now I had this Court Appointed attorney and called him daily asking quesitons, to the point where his partner got on the phone with me saying “he had other clients other then you and not to call so much.”  Yet the court appointed attorney failed to tell me that the Courts were planning a trial to terminate my parental rights for “Abandonment" nor did I know that was even a possiblity.  And more shockingly one of the reasons listed to terminate my parental rights was “MS Mitchell was not in touch with her court appointed attorney & the courts had no way of contacting MS Mitchell.”  Everything coming from this county court was untruthful, and I couldn’t do anything about it.  I finallly got a call back from this Court Appointed attorney it was a Monday at 5:30pm, he said;  “where are you… they’re in a trial to terminate both parents’ rights.” He went on to say; "they just ended their first day of your trial."  This was the first  I'd heard about a trial to take my rights away. I was beyond appalled and confused, I got on the next flight back to that rural town, arriving on time before court started the next day.   Only to hear a witness testimony for the State say;  “well I never met Patricia, but I thought I saw her once coming out of bar and she looked mad. ” I was like what???  This person is a witness against me to take my rights away?  I was mortified, the Courts were grasping at straws looking and searching for reasons to take my parental rights away.   All to satisfy Carolyn & Virg’s relentless FALSE complaints to the courts about me, doing whatever they could to place my beloved baby who I loved more then life—into foster care permanently.   

IT should be noted, that no one in my family filed for custody of Jasiah or even visitation rights to see her.   They wanted her gone—to be adopted out!  Another testimony I heard, was from the CPS psychiatrist who I saw altogether for six minutes —  two years before, when he handed me a generic ‘yes and no’ test to take.  It was a State standard written psychological test, that had questions on it like: “have you ever seen yourself in a Magazine?” “Have you ever seen yourself on TV? “Do you know any famous people?” etc. etc.  Which I naively answered YES—because it was true.  But yes, was the wrong answer, resulting in a low pschological score.  When I initially read the CPS report made by Dr. Simmons it said; “Patricia believes she lived in NYC” “she believes she was a fashion model and appeared in magazines and TV”  “Patricia believes she traveled the world” “she believes she went to college” etc. etc.   I was flabbergasted— I ran to his office without an appointment, with a brief case full commercials & TV bits I did saved on to VHS tapes and tons of magazines  where I appeared as a fashion model, and magazines where I appeared as a known NYC society personality.  I also brought my College Degree along with my 3.8 grade point average in college.  I went down the hallway into his office as the receptionist tried to stop me, and I pushed this factual information into his face, he appeared to be genuinely surprised.  I insisted that he CORRECT and rewrite his findings to reflect the Facts and the Truth so that CPS would have a factual psychological report on file regarding my mental health.  He said casually to me, “don’t worry this report has no value—it means nothing¬¬—¬ unless I am subpoenaed and use it in court.”  —NOW here it was two years later, and this incompetent State psychiatrist who gets his paychecks from CPS/DHS was reading off his original report in the Court room to the Jury.  “Patricia believes she went to College”  “she believes she lived in NYC and was a fashion model and knew famous people"  "she believes she’s been on TV" and "seen herself in magazines" "She actually believes she lived-in other countries.”   I was dumbfounded— how could a false testimony that the whole court room knew was false (except for the Jury) be allowed to be read out-loud as fact in a court room in America. I looked at Carolyn and Virg in the court room, while the Simmons read his findings.   I gave a stern stare at Carolyn & Alvin, but they refused to look at me, and they listened attentively to the State psychiatrists sounding off the results of my psychic test as if it was true.   Whereas my mother looked straight at me, while Simmons proclaimed, “Patricia believes she lived in NYC” and “Patricia believes she went to college” etc. Virg looked straight into my eyes had a visible smirk smile on her face.   She opened her mouth as to gasp with delight, reaching her hand over her huge smile.   Virg tightened the grip around her lips trying not to show her exhilaration and excitement.  It was a reprehensible disgrace.  I stood up in the court room and interrupted Simmons, and said out loud in front of the whole court room; “this is ludicrous, everyone in this court room except the jury knows that I lived and worked in NYC as a fashion model, and I still live in NYC right now, I went to college and got a 3.8 GPA, Dr Wayne Simmons knows that I was a fashion model in NYC, I showed him all the magazines I was in and all kinds of commercials and TV shows."  (Keep in mind, my brother did not go to college, my older sister took 6 to 7 years to get a degree, and Carolyn had a very low grade point average and neither of my parents had college degrees, although my dad faked a college degree.  While I received a 4-year degree in 2 ½ year—to my family members this was pay back for me trying to be better than these people)   The Judge ordered me to be quiet.  DR Wayne Simmons changed his tune but did not state that what he was reading was untrue. He said, “I don’t mean you have to be successful to be a parent, but if Patricia really was at this level of success that she claims she was, then something must have happened to her not to be on that same level.”  I looked at him like he had twelve heads, “something must’ve have happened to her” ?  I thought to myself, That’s it..? Thats your professional psychiatrist’s diagnoses of my mental health—that “something must’ve happened to her," so Simmons was saying; the reason why I should never see my child again is because—"something must of happened to her (me)"—because you are not as successful as you were —thus we proclaim you to lose all rights to your child and order that you never see your child  again.   It was so ludicrous that it would be funny— if the results were not so tragic.    The entire trial was an atrocity of injustice.... it was so outlandishly bizarre, it was hard to take in what I was hearing.  But because Virgline Mitchell and Carolyn Spencer & Alvin Spencer were in a position to proclaim any ruling against me due to Carolyn's job—and they did just that.

Basically, he was saying that because I was no longer successful in that field, he recommends that the courts terminate my parental rights, and should not be allowed to see my daughter ever again.   No mental illness diagnose was read off in this trial by anyone, not by a psychiatrist or a doctor.  But of course this did not stop Virg, Carolyn & Alvin and Kathy, spreading false rumors about my mental health.   Nor was there a document anywhere that had diagnoses of a mental illness during the time I lived in this rural town, or before or after.   Nor did anyone refer to an incident that would suggest that I had a possible mental illness.  But what was said in a Petition, was hearsay and BS that Virg, Carolyn and Kathy gave to the courts.  And it would be written like this; “There is a history of mental illness in the mother’s life.”  BUT NO “history” was ever revealed at any time or at any of the Hearings. — No specific history was acknowledged to substantiate their claim, nor did it appear in any of the CPS/Family Court documents.  And there was never an incident that the courts referred to as possible mental health crisis or a medical diagnosis.   This false narrative —unsubstantiated claim, came from Virgline Mitchell, Carolyn & Alvin Spencer and Kathy Aguer alone.  Three women that had no access to my life or my work, or my friends for over 15 years.  The testimony lacked medical records and evidence, yet I was forced to listen to this nonsense, Dr. Wayne Simmons  knew for a fact that everything he was saying was a lie.  I then stood back up and threw a pencil towards the center of the court room and left.  While I was leaving the court room, I said; “you people have already made up your minds— you’re taking my baby from me, this is without a doubt the most heinous crime a court could ever commit— taking a baby from a mother without offering a valid reason to do so, while the true motive was simply hatred that Virgiline, Carolyn & Alvin had towards me, these people are deeply troubled and are consumed by spitefulness—this is a FACT.    I walked out of that court room and went back to my hotel.  I never saw my beloved baby again.  My daughter and I were simply innocent victims of psychotic and narcissistic people that are deeply disturbed within.  

After that trial, my daughter— legally remained in state custody.  Because no one in my family filed a motion to gain custody of my child— demonstrating and revealing their true motives, undoubtedly exposing Carolyn & Virg's true feelings about my child—they didn't care where my child ended up or what happened to her!  But rather driven by the desire to afflict pain and suffering towards me.   They thought because I got the chance to live & work in NYC, had a glamorous job and travel the world—I mustn't be allowed to have a happy life with my beautiful little girl.    It should be noted, that I overly doted on my baby, cleaning every toy and book before she played with it, feeding her only organic food, and bending to her every need with visible love and joy in my heart.  This deeply annoyed Virg in a very noticeable way and surprisingly my loving attention towards my baby enraged Carolyn Spencer just as much. 

By then Carolyn knew how to work the system, she’d been a Family First agent for a couple of years and knew how to manipulate CPS/Family courts for own personal financial gain.   
First, my sister Carolyn Spencer, registered as a foster parent—so she’d be paid monthly for caring for my baby.  This went on for years—by not filing a motion to gain custody of Jasiah or adopting her,  allowed Carolyn Spencer to receive $1200 a month from CPS for being a foster parent.  Four months after she registered as a foster parent, she filed a petition to CPS to deem my smart confident toddler as a “Special Needs” child.  “Special Needs” children in foster care,  financially go for two to three times more per month than a healthy child.  Thus, the foster care parents receive an average of $3000 a month to foster a child with “Special Needs.” My baby was reading and talking at two years old when she was with me, but stopped completely after we were separated and placed under the care of Carolyn Spencer.   Carolyn was able to make this false "Special Needs" claim, due to a common birth mark my baby had on her lip called— a strawberry, (a hemangiomas).  Jasiah's pediatrician told me, it was an ordinary birthmark, usually disappeared on its own by the age of five.  But after Carolyn’s claim in a CPS Petition— deeming my baby a "special needs" child, the State scheduled Jasiah to have a series of unnecessary surgeries on her common birth mark.  The medical records states “Elective Surgery.”   Yet, Foster Care children are not suppose to undergo operations— unless there is a threat to the child’s life.  What’s interesting, is my baby’s pediatrician told me that if I had surgery on her birth mark there would be a high risk of death or her having a stroke, possibly resulting in becoming a paraplegic.    For each surgery Carolyn received an additional $3500 per month.  So CPS paid Carolyn $6500 a month to foster my child —by claiming she was a "Special Needs" and by keeping her in State Custody for years.  From CPS perspective, they grant this amount to foster parents as a means to pay for the time it takes to care for a child undergoing a critical surgery.  Carolyn continued her fraudulent claims, by neglecting to teach Jasiah basic toddler knowledge, resulting in my smart baby falling behind in education in her age group  (While Jasiah was with me she was smart engaging I read at least five books a day to her, talkative and confident, I would ask  her all kinds of questions throughout the day to stimulate her brain) . Thus Carolyn held Jasiah back a grade, just as she was starting elementary school.  By doing so, Carolyn kept the façade about Jasiah being a special needs child alive.      

Here is glimpse of Virgline Mitchell's behavior towards me. — I left a table full of my childhood and young adult trophies, ribbons, and plaques, and my Homecoming Crown, along with several national magazines that I was in, in my parents’ basement, so that my daughter could see for herself about who I was and my real history.   In hopes she’d question what these people told her, and hopefully put the missing pieces back together.   In 2013, my dad called me telling me Virg was throwing out all my trophies and honors.  I called my brother pleading for him to stop her, but he said it was out of his control.  So I had a friend call Virg and Jimmy to talk sense into them, to mail them to me, and I would pay for the postage.  My mother refused to, and my brother hung up on my friend. So I hired an attorney to be an intermediator so I could retrieve my precious belongings. But Virg and Jimmy were so threatened, that they refuse to corporate with the attorney. Then I called a local well-known pastor Father Fred, in my parents’ town, explaining to him what was happening.  Asking him if it would be ok, for my brother to drop off a box of my precious belongings to his ministry, and I would pay for the box to be sent to me, he said it would be fine.   Although my brother was impressed that the well-known pastor offered to help me, my brother Jimmy said, “Patti you left those things in mom and dad’s house, if you wanted them, you should’ve taken them, mom wants to throw them out—she has that right to throw them out.” There were about 20 trophies ribbens, golden & silver plagues including a an individual Michigan State Champion trophy I won for Childrens Story Telling, trophies for cheerleading, dance, and academic achievements, Homecoming Court, MS Teen Michigan runner up.  A month later I received a box from that town, without any notes. True to her nature, Virg mailed me my dad’s insignificant plastic trophy from a gulffing match with my dads name on it, and small pieces of two separate trophies of mine— but the pieces did not fit together, the big pieces were missing. Even after succeeding in taking my baby from me, and ruining my life on every conceivable level, and even 20 years passed since she spoke to me—Virg still enjoyed gaslighting me, just like she did every Birthday, Christmas and everyday when I was a child—Virg’s wickedness is endless. 

Carolyn ordered all my relatives not to show me a photograph of my child. My dad would send me a photograph of my daughter every 3 years or so. He would write, "do not tell Carolyn & Alvin or your mother that I sent these photographs."  I could tell immediately by just looking at the photos of my daughter—hollow eyes, fake smile, and confused— I could tell she had been sexaully abused.  I spoke to Carolyn twice in 2000, —I was crying softly telling Carolyn that Jasiah had been sexually abused. (even though I had not seen my baby for two years, a mother's instinct is strong, after seeing a couple of photos of her, I knew she was being sexually abused by someone and she was only 5 years old)   Carolyn got extremely angry for suggesting this.  BUT surprisingly, in a rare admittion— Carolyn called me back the next day, and apparently Jasiah confirmed to Carolyn about the abuse —Carolyn blamed my nephews.   But I know the real adult individual who was taking advantage of my little girl, without her loving mother there to protect her. 

For the next 20 years, Carolyn & Alvin Spencer and Virg & Jim Mitchell Sr., pursued me in an attempt to keep me quiet and in fear of me retaliating against them. (my dad just went along with Virg to please her)  During this time, if I'd taken them court— proving sabatoge, while they had access to my child, they'd take their anger out on my little girl, most likely to extremes.   And if I continued on my path to being an actress and singer song writer, and saw me receiving public support before I could pursue them in court—my daughter would suddenly have a fatal accident under their care.    When I told Carolyn that I was leaving Traverse City and marrying "JP"  John Paulson (my long time best freind, & very wealthy man) Carolyn looked directly in my eyes and said; "if you do— you will never see Jasiah again."  Just the threat of bringing these people to court and exposing the truth would've been enough for them to orchestrate a scenario, ending in the death of my child.   And they would get away with it.  So I tried to become invisible for more than a decade, so Carolyn & Alvin Spencer & Virg would not feel threatened by my existence. 

 Living a life under the rador was not enough for them.  For next two decades Alvin Spencer haressed me relentlessly.  One of many examples: Alvin Spencer gave my social security number to his Mexican relatives living in Detorit area.  They used it for heating bills, electrical bills, for surgeries, to rent an apartment, etc. running up huge unpaid bills in the tens of thousands of dollars.  This started in 2003 and continued through 2015.   Because I would not discover that my credit was compromised through someone using my SS# until months after the fact, I was unable to prevent them from using it. I hired a private investigator— he was able to trance a relationship between the Mexican people using my SS# and Alvin Spencer.   And all the perpatraitors lived within 6 miles from where Alvin Spencer.  For over a decade Alvin Spencer had full control over my #SS, I could not check my credit score etc.   Because Alvin Spencer opened an account pretending to me with all three collection companies, so he could sign in as me any time, checking on the progress of destroying my credit.  While I was unable to sign in to these companies, because they were convinced that Alvin Spencers fake account using my name and my information was the real Patricia Mitchell. 

Alvin and Carolyn Spencer made multiple false police reports against me—even though I lived in NYC, and they lived in Michigan.  My dad would later confirm this fact.   From 2003 to 2018, Alvin Spencer hired thugs and PI’s to “watch over me.” The thugs would break the windows of my house & garage in the middle of the night.   I would wake to crashing windows.   I could visibly see the two guys running off across my yard.    They cut my car brakes, and the thugs invaded my home several times — destroying everything in it, but not taking anything from my home.   Alvin would call me up threatening my life, I have still the recorded phone call, he says, “I am going to have you put away where you never see the light of day again."  I plead with Alvin asking, “why why why Alivn, what did I ever do to you, this is your chance tell me now, you have my baby what else do you want from me?”  But he never answered.  For a decade my dad went along with this criminal charade, but after my mom left him—his conscience returned to him.  In 2010, over a year after Virgline left my dad, he called me in panic— fearing for my life.   He told me while he was leaving Carolyn & Alvin's house—Alvin told my dad "we got a gang of new guys trailing Patti's every step.”  I am sure more was said, but thats all my dad told me.   My dad said to me; “I’m afraid Alvin is taking this too far, I’m coming out there and buying you a gun, don’t tell anyone that I am coming to visit you.”   My dad snuck away from these sick people and drove 3 days to NY to see me—not telling a sole in that corrupt family.    The first thing on his agenda was buying a gun for me. (notice how my dad said nothing to Carolyn & Alvin about them relentlessly harassing me and sabotaging my life on every conceivable level).   My dad feared Alvin & Carolyn Spencer, Jimmy Mitchell jr. and Virg, as much as I did— because he had a conscience unlike these people.   My dad said, “they're afraid you are going to kill them for what they did to you and your baby.”  "I know that’s what they would do if you had done that to them,"  my dad continued; "heck if my brother and my mother did the things to me like Virg & Carolyn did to you— I know I would kill them.”  I said, “but I have never ever even hinted I would do such a thing to them, and for 15 years I’ve been walking on eggshells trying not to upset them in any way, just to assure my baby’s wellbeing.”  I even stop pursuing my personal goals and career goals in hopes Virg, Carolyn & Alvin would not see me as threat.  I tried to become invisible for over a decade, to ensure that my child would live through her childhood. 

Nowadays—Virg, Carolyn & Alvin Spencer have much at stake and are deeply invested in the deception they created to justify what they did to me and my child. — Constructing one false scenario after another, building on lie after lie, often making up new lies about me just to strengthen their old lies.  They will say and do just about anything to discredit me—so their true colors are not exposed.  I was in an impossible situation, but Not holding Virg, my dad, Kathy, and Carolyn & Alvin Spencer accountable at the time when I lived in Traverse City— is my biggest regret in this lifetime. My second biggest regret was calling, visiting and leaning on these estranged people in the first place— at a time when I was most vulnerable.

Knowing the true history of these people explains how this travesty of justice occured.

REVISED: Patricia's Story Detailed with Photos

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