The day I’ve been dreading since DCD was sentenced to prison on 25 June 2012 has arrived. I knew it would eventually get here, and have known since 21 June that the date he would be released was today, 11 August 2017.
While I was on vacation in Zion in July, I received a call from a probation officer with further details of DCD’s release. Although he is getting out, he is not being released to the ‘street’ as the officer told me. He is being sent to the state mental hospital in Atascadero, a city in San Luis Obispo County, half-way between SanFrancisco and Los Angeles. The facility is for men only and has approximately 1184 beds. The largest group of patients, 48%, are considered Mentally Disordered Offenders (Penal Code 2962/2971.) According to the hospitals web site, “Parolees who committed one of a specified list of crimes and who were treated for a severe mental disorder connected to their original crime can be committed to a state hospital as a condition of parole for a period not to exceed the length of their parole term. If the person still requires treatment at the end of their parole term, they can be civilly committed under P.C. 2972 if it is determined that they are a substantial danger to themselves or others. These commitments last for one year and may be renewed annually by the court.”
I am hopeful that he will receive the help he needs. I also know that he has to want to be helped, and I am afraid that is not the case. All the help he had prior to my attack did nothing to stop his escalating behavior. I am just very fortunate that my guardian angel came along and saved me before he was able to follow through with his intention to rape me.
I was also told that once he is out of the hospital, if he is released into the county that I am living in at that time, I have the option of having him removed to another county. I guess that gives me a small degree of comfort. As I’ve said before, though, I do not believe he will come after me. That has never been, nor is it now, my fear. At the same time, however remote the chance, I do not wish to run into him on the street. Ever.
As I said at the end of my last post, I do pray for him and truly hope that no one else ever has to experience what I did on September 24, 2011.