Today is the twenty ninth of November, two thousand and twenty five, and it has been 454 days since the NZ Family Court last allowed me to speak to, and / or be in the company of, my only child.

My Daughter Sienna Tiller recently turned 12 years old. It is a significant milestone for a young person in my opinion. I felt like I was taking a big step back in 1992 when I became a 12 year old.

Sienna should be allowed plenty of autonomy in her decision making at this age. I think most people would agree with that.

I’ve been through one hellova ordeal trying to sort things out and patiently waiting for things to get sorted. Still am.

Sienna and I have not deserved the repulsive, intensely toxic, very harmful, extremely convoluted, ordeal we’ve been put through, at all.

I am frequently attacked. I hope very, very, much that she is not being attacked by people.

My Daughter knows that I’ve never harmed her. She knows that she has always, always, found me entirely safe to be around. She knows that we have always been very safe and healthy together as Dad and Daughter. We always had a lot of fun. She was growing up the right way, she was happy, she was healthy, she was thriving.

My Daughter knows we did nothing to deserve the repulsive ordeal we’ve been bogged down in since August 31, 2024, and for the roughly four years preceding that supervised visit.

I am extremely sad and hurt on behalf of Sienna and myself. It is unjust. There is no justifiable rationality behind what has been inflicted on us both.

I hope she is ok.

I hope that she knows she is never far from my thoughts and always very dear to me.