It’s Been 732 Days Since The Morning I Went to Prison and Kissed My Wife Goodbye
1298 days before I’m home.
I wish I knew how many days it would be before I could hug my wife again, but I know how many have passed since the last time I could — 1298 more will go by before I am home again, but once I am moved closer to home, and we’re able to have in-person visitation, we can have brief contact at the beginning and end of our visits at least.
Our last hug and kiss was on October 6, 2021. It’s the last time I had a positive, welcome, human touch. That’s 732 days without real touch. Cavity searches don’t count.
When I accepted that I was going to prison, I knew it wouldn’t be easy. But I never realized it would be so long before I would be able to have physical touch again. Even when you know you’re going to prison, what you don’t know is exactly where you’ll end up. So you have no clue how far away from home you’ll end up once you’re finally processed. In my case, it’s six hours, one way.
Two years ago when I arrived here, there was no in-person visitation, so it didn’t really matter how far away I was. Once visitation was allowed, it was limited to 30 minutes, then an hour, and now it’s still only two hours. With a drive time of six hours one way and my wife having severe driving anxiety, it just…
