The CAIT interview (Child Abuse Intervention Team) was to asked targeted questions of the child to determine if sexual abuse occurred. Apparently, they found nothing. I visited with the police officer involved at his request and filed an affidavit. After the CAIT interview, the meeting with police and myself took place. The police were satisfied that there's no issue. But the DCF continued to keep the protection order in place til after the new year. That was finally lifted last Friday.
A friend who knows my house situation advised me not to pursue a case against the school, citing they could hit me with all sorts of code violations and the fact that I'm way behind on the taxes, as well as running "business" operations from the home in a residential zone and without any licenses. It could open 'pandora's box'. And given the school and DCF enjoy immunity, and that all procedures were likely followed, I'd just be wasting money I don't have. The attorneys wanted $5,000-7,000 retainers just to get started. Sadly, I don't have that. I was so distracted from making a living in December by this that I failed to raise enough income for the December property tax payment. My wife lost several days off work and she was in training for a new job which made matters all the worse between her and her new boss.
I was under investigation, but they found nothing to pin on me, so ultimately no charges filed. But we both had the sh*t scared out of us, especially after speaking with six different attorneys who all said pretty much the same thing: arrest --> $200K CASH bond --> 3 years working through the courts, if the CAIT interview should somehow go badly. The attorneys agreed that DCF has financial incentive to take children and put them in foster care. The people that gravitate to that field have an ax to grind with fathers and men in general (all said by a female attorney I spoke with). It was not good news. But the worst of it is over now, though they are entrenched in our daily lives monitoring us. We can't even have a conversation in front of our daughter because she parrots in school and then the school knows what we're saying. It's awful. Feels like the Germany my father described just before leaving in 1936.