I am a level 3 registered sex offender, living in the state of New York. We moved to New York in September of 2011. I have been out for nearly 11 years. (October will be 11 years) I have followed the laws and regulations for registration in every state I have lived. North Carolina, Virginia, Pennsylvania and New York. But New York does one thing differently. In New York you are assigned a court hearing. At that hearing they will then assess your level. On March 3, 2012 I was given the designation of Level 3 offender.
As had been done in Pennsylvania, approximately June 8th, 2012 the state of New York had posted flyers all over town to make sure that everyone was aware that I was living in town. I am sympathetic to the rule and understand why they do it.
On June 12, 2012 my world came to a crashing halt. Jennifer Allen from the DSS (Department of Social Services) knocked on my door. We asked what she was there for and she claimed that an allegation had been made against me. We asked what the allegation was and she refused to tell us, but kept saying if we let her in, she would talk to us. Having not been awake very long, I let her in.
As she sat down on the couch in the living room, she had said that the allegation was ‘other’ and the ‘other’ was that I am a level 3 sex offender, living in the home with a child under the age of 2, and have not had sex offender treatment. That was it. She started to ask questions about my convictions, if I drank what treatment had I had etc. It didn’t take very long for me to wake up after that and tell her she needed to leave my home.
She actually refused to leave and it took me saying to her 2 more times to leave. On her way out the door, she told my wife that she would be back because she was going to her supervisors to have us taken to family court that day. After she left, we packed up the children’s clothes, picked up my son from school and headed to Pennsylvania to my wife’s parents house. In that short period of time, she had returned back to our home and called my wife to ask her why we were not there. My wife told her we were picking my son up, as it was raining that day. She had told my wife that she needed to be in family court immediately.