Being charged in Crown Court for the first time

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I never thought I’d see the day when I was being charged in Crown Court, but life is unfair sometimes, and that’s just the way it goes.

On Monday, February 15th, 2016 I was to be charged in the Crown Court for committing a crime I was unaware of because of my mental illness.

Bring charged in the Crown Court for the first time ever!

Luckily this was half term week, so the court was quiet and not full of reporters. All my life I wanted to be happy living in a big house, drive a flash car and have a good job where money was no issue. Instead, I’m a criminal on benefits, no family or friends, not being able to hold down a job as well as a mental and now physical illness. Guess what? This is because I tried to help an insecure alcoholic and drug addict who became paranoid and accused me of stalking her and cancelling her wedding which was all thrown out at court; however, the police (Pigs) wouldn’t let the phone call that I made go when I was in a manic state.

I pleaded guilty to Perverting the Course of Justice because my solicitors couldn’t be bothered to fight it and I also had to plead guilty to battery assault all risk also being charged with ABH. I was assaulted by a police officer who was winding me up during my arrest. Another office got hurt in the process, and they accused me of punching her. This was, of course, another corrupt police lie, and I only pleaded guilty because my solicitor and barrister wanted the case over as quick as possible and a trial probably would have tipped me over the edge.

If I had a few million tucked away just like I always thought I would have this rubbish about being charged in  Crown Court would never had happened. 

I walked into the courtroom, and it was very intimidating, but there was no one watching in the public gallery. I had to stay in a locked glass room with a guard. During the brief, the judge said that I wouldn’t receive a further penalty if I were to plead guilty to a lesser charge that day.

I was then told I had half an hour to decide on whether to plead guilty to something I didn’t do. The initial charge was assault with intent and resisting arrest, and I was told in the court chambers that the nasty (pigs) had added another charge of ABH to the indictment. I was also told that I could go to prison on that day unless I pleaded guilty to a charge or a lesser  charge. I felt set up and even had a go at my barrister for agreeing to some of the things that the prosecution wanted.

I went back into the glass cave and was again locked in with a guard. As I stood up to plead guilty to a lesser charge, I still thought this was unfair. The judge refused to some of the prosecution demands including compensation for the cop who got injured. I was sentenced to 15 days rehabilitation with a prison sentence of 15 months suspended for two years.

I thought this was incredibly high but was told that this was because I wasn’t able to do community service due to a bulging disc in the left-hand side of my back, which was done by one of the arresting officers who kicked me in the back and kicked our radiator.

I even had to sign a restraining order preventing me from contacting the druggie who reported me for stalking her which I was and still am angry to this day. I could never forgive that person, and I don’t want anything to do with them for taking the piss out of me and for ruining my life.

Being charged in a Crown Court or any court wasn’t on my to-do-list even as a wild teenager I was never in trouble with the law!

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This blog post has been sent in by a reader and names have been changed and altered to protect identities.

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