It’s Been 732 Days Since The Morning I Went to Prison and Kissed My Wife Goodbye

1298 days before I’m home.

Damian Delune

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Photo by Nadine Rupprecht on Unsplash

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 isn’t worth it. Not to mention, she would need to spend the money to obtain a hotel room up here for the night.

We thought at most I would be here a bit over a year, as I should have qualified for minimum custody in November 2022. But due to politics here at this camp, one person out of four who are allowed to decide whether I got my green clothes didn’t think I should, even though I qualified. So I was stuck here for another year at least.

It’s almost time for my custody review again. I’ve done everything in my power to keep my record here in prison clear of anything that would cause me an issue, so I’m cautiously hopeful I will be approved for minimum custody this time around — the person who said no the last time is no longer on the committee and their replacement supposedly has more compassion for people than his predecessor.

There’s always a chance I won’t be approved as I said, I’m cautiously optimistic…

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Damian Delune

Incarcerated writer sharing real stories about life on the inside, through my wife, Demeter Delune (editor, publisher, promoter, responder)