10/11/2025
My son has been in and out of jail since he was 15, 25 now, long story short, i raised him and tried to keep him away from his mother but as a teen he found her and started hanging with her alot, she got him addicted to drugs and he then started his life of homelessness and crime, i very rarely know if he's inside or on the streets or even which jail he is currently locked up in. He called me last week from local prison, 100ks south east from me, i havnt seen him for 3 years, he said he's getting released this Thursday, he begged me to buy him some clothes for his release, i knew that this was the one time I would be able to see him, i went to K Mart and got him everything he needed, called the jail to book a visit, because of his special requirements there was only 1 appointment possible before his release, this happened to fall on Monday, yesterday, and I had an RDO. Left extra early to make sure nothing would get in the way of seeing my son, I was an hour early, extremely nervous, shaking and felt like I was going to vomit, everything was done, me and 30 other ppl visiting their loved ones were in line for the sniffer dog to have a run past, it was at this point a guard noticed i had steal capped boots on, unbeknownst to me these were strictly not allowed, I was told I could not visit my son, I begged and said I would go barefoot, anything please just let me see my son, this is my only chance, one guard pulled the other aside, they let everyone else through, one guard ran off back through all the heavily fortified electric doors, the other guard said he'll be back in 5. After the longest few minutes of my life the guard returned with a pair of shoes, he said "here mate, I hope they fit, they are mine from my locker" I hugged the life out of him, swapped shoes and went inside. It was a tough visit but I held it together until I got back to my car, where I then proceeded so sob like a baby for nearly half an hour.