On November 10, 2007 Jay Dooley beat me. He slammed my back over the top of my chain link fence over and over and pulled my hair forcing my neck as far back as he could. He turned me around and started slamming me into my fence hitting my chest against the fence. He punched me in the neck, chest, and abdomen. He kept threatening to punch me in the face. He tried to break my arm. I begged him to stop while trying to protect my face. He slammed me face first into the side of my house and tried to pull my pants down, grabbing me and bruising my inner thighs. He pushed me over the hood of my car and kept threatening to f-me bloody. He pulled my hair bending my neck backwards until he knocked me down on the ground and then he was on top of me and I could not breathe. He bit me so hard on my back that it broke the skin. He kicked me in the upper back before he left. I had over 40 bruises on my body. He called me the next morning and laughed and said, “boy I sure f-d you up didn’t I?”
A few days later he tackled me in my own driveway as I was trying to get into my car and he whispered in my ear asking me, “If I knew what kind of damage he could do to me?” He then asked me “if I was ready to die”, and he had his car key between his knuckles with his clenched fist. He said he was going to kill me and himself and then we could spend eternity together. My landlord showed up and stopped him. I then realized that he was possibly going to kill me if I called the police or not; so I went for help knowing that he might follow through with his threats.
He told me if I tried to get a restraining order or call the police that I would be dead before the police could even get to me and then he would kill himself.
On April 14, 2007 Jay showed up at my house with a knife to his own throat and said he was going to do it. He then cut his wrist in front of my son and me. I thought he was going to kick my gate in and get my son or me. It was terrifying. There was so much blood everywhere. I had to scrub all the blood away that the fireman didn’t get with their fire hose.
Jay Dooley has hurt my body causing permanent damage to my jaw, neck, and back. He has damaged my car and my home. He has threatened to burn my house down if I didn’t meet him; he has kicked in my locked gate too many times to count. He has slammed me against my front door breaking my door. He has called me just to tell me that he didn’t get rid of all his guns. He has threatened to rape me. He has stalked me and as he words it, “hunt me down like the dog I am to him.” He has jumped on the hood of my car while I was moving, trying to stop me from getting away. He has thrown things at me. He has gone to my work, my gym, and my meetings and humiliated me in front of my friends. He has even followed one of my friends scaring her so she was afraid to drive home. He has threatened to go to my sons work, my family’s homes and kill himself in front of one of them if I didn’t meet him. He has come to my work threatening to make a scene if I didn’t leave work. He has blocked my way on the road with his truck and his motorcycle trying to get me to pull over and talk with him. He has hit me in the side of the head, the face, and taken my cell phone and destroyed it while I tried to call police. He has choked me. He has tried to break into my house when I wasn’t home and forced his way into my house when I was home. He has kept me from my home for hours in fear of him finding me. He has kept me against my will in parking lots by blocking my car so I couldn’t leave. He has followed me into a public restroom, kicking in the stall door to get to me. He has rammed my car with his while I was driving. He has threatened to kill me, my landlord, himself, and the police officer that arrested him. He has terrorized me for months.
This has cost me emotionally, mentally, physically and financially. I have been getting treatment for my neck and back. I have missed time from work. This has affected my family and the people that love me because they are afraid he is going to kill me and they did not need this worry especially in the midst of a family tragedy. My hands shake all the time and I don’t feel safe anywhere. I was diagnosed with posttraumatic stress disorder and am getting treatment for that. My therapist explained to me that I was in flight or fight mode for so many months and what kind of damage that has done to me mentally, emotionally and to my physical health. I still hear noises at night and I still get scared, even when I knew he was in jail and couldn’t get me. He has taken away my security and sense of safety. He has now filed for a restraining order against me and I have not done anything, it is just another way for him to harass me. Jay has no regard for anyone else. He has no regard for the law. He has violated the court ordered restraining order. He has already violated the plea bargain agreement and that makes me even more afraid for my life.