My Life & My Struggle: Could Be Your Motivation?

Commitment & Miscarriage.

Upon my second discharge from Millersburg Military Academy, they would no longer continue to accept me as a student. So there I went from Paris, KY back home. My behavior remained consistent as it did for most of my life. No matter how many lessons I learned, bridges I burned, charges I caught or anything negative coming from my actions, No matter what. I continued to fight and do what I did best. Cause trouble.

I was enrolled back in High School in my hometown for a short period of time before a sequence of events involving a situation I sincerely regret..... I took a loaded 12 Ga. Shotgun and demanded $1500 dollars from my parents. Yes, I got just that. (Really, shows you what this lifestyle and insanity will bring you to doing). They never pressed charges on me if that's your next question. No, life went on like nothing had happened. Within the same week I had been completely out of control. Something lead me to slashing my neck open with a knife (This wouldn't be the last of that either).

As pitiful as it is to say I guess my parents where without a doubt in fear for their life by their own son. Yeah, how pathetic. Anyways a state trooper and sheriff arrived at the house shortly after my parents had decided to leave.

Here we go, upon arrival I heard Kentucky State Trooper. Moses say "Dustin, come on our here we want to have a talk with you"...I said "No, you want to arrest me"...He said "No, no just wanting to talk". At this point he said "Now you got any weapons in your pockets or anything?". I made the wrong decision to act if I was going to hand him an open blade knife...

I didn't do it violently whatsoever, you as the reader may be on the line with even believing that but anyways... As quick as he came at me and tried to take me to the ground I was swinging, elbowing, reaching for his pistol...During the process he managed to secure one of my hands in a cuff, hit me in the head with a mag-lite, use a ungodly amount of pepper spray on me (And still I continued to try to fight and for what had to be the next several minutes I continued until he finally managed to secure both hands in cuffs.

The sheriff with him hadn't even gave him a hand with my out of control self. Until this point. Well I wasn't done within the next probably 20 minutes I kicked the door demanding water for my face, when the door opened I managed to budge my way out of the cruiser ripping the seal off the door and smacking the sheriff with it the best I could. I was completely enraged. And I was in the best physical shape of my life at 17.

You know they got the best of me in the end after I pulled the last stunt I was out in shackles, head slammed in the trunk of the hood (twice if my memory is correct)...And then thrown into the cage in the back of the cruiser. I was bleeding all over the place. And had won myself the token of "Assault 3rd Degree / Police Officer"....

Let's keep in mind I was already on probation for only god knows what. As I stepped out of the hospital from getting stitches in the side of my head, face stained with blood residue. Oh, I was a real winner now. No, I was a real idiot. And little did I know at this time my girlfriend was pregnant with our child.

I was first sent to Lincoln Trail Behavior Health, my neck slash earned me that privilege. Somewhere 2-3 weeks later I was brought in front of the judge in regards to my new charge. I can here the words "Well we're going to go ahead and commit you to the Department of Juvenile Justice today" this usually meant anywhere from 16-24 months of Juvenile Incarceration. That was the least of my worries. After telling Elizabeth, "Well they just committed me" as soon as she left the court house she had a major anxiety attack, which yeah, you guessed it she miscarried.

Not only had I done outrageous things to my family prior to this but now I felt a major responsibility for the loss of a life that never even got the chance to develop. I didn't need kids at that point, but still......

Not only had I received a new legal conviction, but talk about heart wrenching and emotional conviction. I don't expect you to, nor do I want you to feel sorry for me. I was sorry...And if you thought to yourself "Yeah, a sorry piece of shit"...I can accept that I'm able to swallow my pride and take the truth for what it may be....

The next chapter is going to contain some events from my trip through commitment to give you an inside look at what it was like let's just say in excess of the next year I was in the following facilities located in Kentucky.

1. Lincoln Trail Behavioral Health Center, 2. Foothills Academy (x2), 3. Adair Co. Youth Development Center, 4. Laurel Co. Regional Juvenile Detention Center, 5.Bluegrass Reception & Assessment Center and I ended my stay at Bowling Green Group Home.