October 14, 2014
On Saturday, two days after being accused of drug abuse, I had another conversation with our regular morning shift guard who has a habit of telling inmates more information than we're supposed to know, or just sooner than we're supposed to find out. I told him a bit about what I'm trying to do to fight this ridiculous accusation, the people I've tried to contact for help, all the walls I keep running into, even venting about the caseworker lying to me when he clearly said he would help me. The guard gave me a little information as to why the caseworker didn't help me the next day. He told me that the caseworker was avoiding me because he said he heard some rumors about me. I'm instantly upset, trying not to show it to the guard in hopes that he'll tell me more. I asked him exactly what was said and the guard told me he didn't give him any specific details, only that he heard rumors suggesting my drug abuse. Now I'm furious! I know this isn't right; whatever rumor he might have heard is a fabrication. Knowing how slithery my caseworker is from past interactions as well as years of rumors I've heard about him, I don't think he even heard any rumors about me in the first place. This is what I think is going on: immediately after leaving the caseworkers office on Thursday afternoon some of the inmates who are well known in the unit for their involvement with drugs and also having positive urine screens approached me to see what I talked about with the caseworker. They followed me around the unit asking me questions, I remember this vividly because I can remember feeling uncomfortable about them following me around, and I even looked towards the caseworkers' office window to see him looking at me talking to these guys. I quickly answered their questions as fast as I could without being rude or disrespectful, inadvertently causing more problems for myself. The other inmates were only bothering me because they were probably under the impression that if anybody could beat this situation of a positive drug screening it would be me, and if so they would want to know what I did so that they could take the same steps as me in order to beat the system. The caseworker saw this brief conversation I had with these guys, and then he fabricated his own crapshoot of a story to tell others. I know he didn't hear any rumors about me because if he did, then he would have heard about how 'Goody Two Shoes' Steven Dybvad, the guy that stays to himself is being accused of testing positive for marijuana. Now I'm beyond frustration, now I'm just plain mad and what makes me even more angry is knowing that I'll be unable to confront the caseworker of these accusational rumors when he comes back on Monday because I'll be removed from the unit and placed on cell isolation punishment. How convenient. Days later I ran into my good friend Kurt in the chow hall. He told me he spoke with this caseworker about this so called rumor, the caseworker told him he heard something about me from his friend and co-worker in recovery services. It just so happens that I know this woman, but not from here in prison, I know this woman from a rehabilitation center I was in almost ten years ago. So just how in the hell could this woman possibly spread a rumor about me if I haven't even spoken to her in ten years? I'm just getting more and more frustrated with each passing day. I don't need this crap in my life right now, yet here I sit, people that are paid to help us inmates are now the very ones spreading lies about me and there's nothing I can do about it. This woman in recovery services was my caseworker at the Nova House Rehabilitation Center in Dayton. In prison it's well known that we can't have any kind of past relationship with staff members or form a relationship, if so then the inmate is removed from the prison and transferred to another prison without hesitation, which is the very reason why I have gone out of my way to avoid this woman ever since I first saw her working here, I make sure that I don't even make eye contact with her for fear of being shipped out of here and now this caseworker is telling my friend Kurt that she's telling stories about me using drugs. I just don't believe it; the pieces don't fit in the puzzle. Too many lies are being told about me, damaging my reputation as a model inmate and my good character. Well the gloves are off now, now I will stop at nothing until I get down to the bottom of this. There is a solution to this predicament and I will find it. The good name that I've worked so hard for over these last three years has been tainted by another, now I have nothing to lose when it comes to uncovering some possible corruptions within the system. I will find the truth and I won’t stop until definite proof is laid out, showing all that Steven Dybvad continues to celebrate more than three hard earned years of sobriety and you can take that to the bank.
Steven Dybvad
