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I got in another car wreck when I got back to Los Angles and I tried to get physical therapy at the UCLA offices in Hermosa Beach and the doctor refused to give me physical therapy. She ended up using needles to poke me all over my body and said no I am not giving you anything which is abusive. Why would you need to use needles on me to begin with. That does not make any sense. I ended up going to the Ford dealership to sell my car in the Southbay which is near Manhattan Beach and they used a tear gas inside the building. I was sobbing. Then they drugged the bottle of water they gave me. My phone is hacked, my computer, ipad, and emails. My social media accounts are hacked where I will leave someone a message and I don’t hear back from anyone or as soon as someone wants to help me the messages get cut off and I will never hear from them again. I have actually seen my emails disappear and erase when I was trying to ask for help from someone. My phone gets redirected to the point where I call people and I may get that one phone call, but I will never hear back from that person. The police and my stalkers can redirect my phone calls directly to a fake voicemail or they can redirect my calls when I call out. They forward them to their own center then pretend they are the place of business. I can make phone calls to friends and I will get their voicemail and leave a message and they will never get it. So when a place a business tries to call me back they will hear my voicemail that is fake and I will never get the message because it is redirected to their center. It happened with lawyers, doctors, therapists, any business as well as a close friends that I knew from college. When I go onto Facebook I cannot send direct messages to people when I go onto their pages. It will not allow me. I tried to contact them, but of course nothing ever happened. Now they have blocked me from sending vidoes on my page. There is no video button anymore. The same thing happened when I tried to use Instagram. I have no access to putting videos up anymore. Since Facebook and Instagram are owned by the same person I would not put it past them. When I tried to send messages to people by posting on their page on Instagram, they have actually deleted my comments so I would have to go back and post again and again and they would switch up the words on my comments. I also do not get direct messages back either from either Facebook or Instagram. When I posted on youtube, some of my videos would get deleted as well especially when I talked about the LAPD illegally arresting me because they do not want to get caught. I went to a car dealership in Manhattan Beach on Sepulveda Blvd. and they gave me back my car gassed and they blurred the middle of my windshield permanently. My dad had to go to another dealer to replace the whole windshield. I can’t make that up now can I. My stalkers have blocked me from getting an apartment or roommates. I called over 50 calls in one day and they all said they were rented when they had just put up the post within five minutes. They have blocked me from getting any work. Since they control my email and my phone they delete my emails from potential people or forward my calls so I do not receive them. I have contacted hundreds and hundreds of businesses. I could not even get a cleaning job or a waitressing job and I have a Master’s degree. I went to the Apple store in Manhattan Beach to get a new phone and they deleted all of my phone numbers. They asked me to sign something electronically to make sure my numbers were safe and they never had me do that before. After they deleted my numbers I went back to the store and they said we would never make you sign anything. That is abuse to delete all of my phone numbers then hide from it and get my signature to use on things. When I called the apple store support about not being able to email my videos they actually took off my video button on my phone. So I could not make videos anymore – that is really scary. Of course my phone is hacked. I tried to get my phone activated at phone company and they would give me a hard time and not let me activate it. I tried to order a phone charger from Verizon wireless and they sent it through a small carrier when it should have been through UPS, they made me sign their poisoned phone with my finger and then they suctioned the charger shut so I could not even get it out of the package. They always have people waiting for me at the entrance. They slam products constantly to desensitize me for psychological warfare purposes. Rite Aid gassed the whole store on me then they would put poisoned felt tips on all the pens I would buy so I could not write things down anymore or make notes. Trader Joe’s put small explosives in the juice drinks I would buy. I would get it all over me when I would open them. Whenever I go to Target or Kohls they have poison on their clothes. All the products that I get in the mail are tampered with no matter what it is including all of my mail. This includes ordering from Amazon from their own delivery drivers. They would also purposely defect a lot of my products so I could not use them anymore. They would not send me things that I paid for and when I would tell them that they would send me a list of bogus questions I would have to answer then they would say it was not good enough and they would not give me my refund. Bed bath and beyond put a fist of poison on my products at the check out counter. I saw the employee do that to me as I was there waiting with my mom. When I had a rash on my face I went to the dermatologist mentioned above and both dermatologists refused to write a note for the chemical reaction I had. I also had an internal rash from food from the drugs they were giving me. I showed my mom the rash and she still did not believe me that I was getting sick from my food. I went back to my old college at Loyola Marymount University alumni bbq and my pizza and soda was drugged. I also was on campus another time and I tried to buy some snacks from the coffee cart and it was drugged pretty bad. I went to public safety to give my samples to them and they did nothing to it. No investigation done at all. When I would go to different restaurants my CIA agents would be leaving with big rolled up paper bags to put the drugs in them. It happened everytime I went somewhere. I went to Starbucks every week and no matter what I did I was drugged in my coffee. This happened after 2015 until about 2020. I would go randomly. Every place has different drugs and different poisons. If I go to a fast food place I am going to get the dirtier recreational drugs. If I go to a more higher end place I am going to get pharmaceutical drugs. The location and type of business will determine how bad the drug or poison will be. I have no idea why or who monitors those areas but with enough research by now that is what happens. My bank would steal small amounts of money from my account where I would not notice right away. I called them once about it and they made up some excuse as to why I had lower funds and said it would be back shortly. I wonder how many times they actually did that to me. I tried to open up a business checking account at US Bank in San Pedro and when I made my appointment I came into a poisoned chair, poisoned pen on the counter, poisoned paperwork and customers throwing poison on me one by one as they walked into the business. They kept me there for two hours which was only suppose to be five minutes long to sign the paperwork then they lied to me and said I could open up my online account by calling the business specialist online when the person that was helping me should have told me how to do it. They tried to hold my deposit money when they were trying to cancel my account. They refused to give me my paperwork or read the paperwork I was signing. I told them I had a right to my paperwork, because God knows what kind of experimental language they were going to put in it. I took a picture of the woman helping me so I made sure she worked there and was not a stalker and they said I was not allowed to come back to the bank or do business there. I spent hours and days on the phone just trying to get my paperwork and talked to managers about opening my online account and they refused to help me. That was abuse. Its proof that I am being targeted once again. I did nothing wrong – they did. Ace Hardware and Home Depot took out straight latches instead of the ones that bend on purpose. There was no way for me to get the latches that I need to barricade my door when I sleep at night. Home Depot made fake copy cat master locks. They were flimsy and not even sturdy enough to be a masterlock. It could be easily picked. Ace Hardware would have my products stuck together when I would try to open the packages. My parents refuse to let me put a security bar up or put up many holes in general so the only thing I knew how to do was use latches after I researched it for awhile. I still get break ins in my room when I sleep at night and my products and pills that I carry with me in my purse are tampered with. It comes and goes. They leave me alone sometimes, but they are impulsive so if they can sense that I am panicking or getting anxiety they will crank up my torture and do it to me again. It all depends on the mood they are in and how much they want to torture me that day.

When I eventually went to the hospital I tried to call a lawyer and they had said they talked to me many times in the hospital and they would not help me because it was too much. Someone had called them on my behalf and pretended they were me to throw the lawyer off so I would not get help. I also had a lawyer friend in Colorado from grad school that I contacted when I was in the hospital and I only got a hold of him once. When I reached out to him when I left the hospital he said he talked to me three or four times in the hospital and he did not believe me. I only talked to him that one time so someone probably made me seem crazy in some way to throw him off so I would not get help. Basically, someone had pretended they were me on the phone. That is why right now I mainly do video chats so that does not happen again. I started to get smart to ask for video chats when I called lawyers offices so that my calls would not get redirected and I would be actually talking to the office and not one of my stalkers and they all refused to do video chats with me. They said we cannot help you without taking any information on me or knowing why exactly I was calling in the first place. I told them the basics and that still was not good enough. The problem with telling them too much information is that they will say I cannot help you, but it will not be them – it will be one of my stalkers. They will block me from having an actual meeting with them in the first place. When things were too hard in Los Angeles I thought I would move to Utah where it would be more peaceful. I tried moving there and right when I got to the place where I was going to go the roommate said I did not look like my driver’s license picture and told me I could not stay there. Before she did that I was able to take a shower and the water was poisoned and took off hair off of my body. So Utah poisons pretty bad. I had to drive back to Los Angeles by myself while I was still bleeding internally, had poison on my face, and was gassed from outside while I was driving. Right when I got back I tried to make an appointment with a social worker to come to my house and they called the cops on me and literally four cops were at my door ready to take me to the psych ward. I told the social worker I was sick everytime I ate and that I was a gang stalking target. The police opened up the fridge and saw barely anything in it or sheets on my bed because I just tried moving. I explained to them I just got back from trying to move to Utah and I showed them a food receipt I had on the counter and they took me away anyway. They claimed I did not have enough food in my fridge so that is how they legally could take me in. They handcuffed me and said you are playing by my rules now. That does not meet the criteria of suicidal, homicidal, or gravely disabled. And I showed them proof of food in my Vons receipt I had on my counter. They asked me personal questions like what is my social security number and what city I was born in which I thought was odd. What were they trying to do – track me more. They started to look through my phone which I thought was illegal – there was no search warrant and I was not a criminal.

So there I was. They took me to Harbor UCLA where I was tortured. I told them my brother was down the hall from me and he came outside and said my mom was right there waiting and no one was there. They refused to tell my brother or my parents where they were taking me which was illegal. I refused to eat their food because I did not know how many drugs they would put in it. I was there for a few days on a cot with other people in the room. They did not even allow me to have a bed or a shower. There were bugs everywhere while I was sleeping and there was only one bathroom. They claimed I had a psychiatrist at the time and I did not have one. My cousin made me see someone once and he did not even take into consideration my story and told me I was mentally ill and that was it. How on earth did they know I saw that psychiatrist. The only other person that knew that was my cousin who I had not been in touch with. That is proof that they were tracking me and the psychiatrist was dirty. I told them I did not eat meat and they kept throwing steaks in front of me on purpose. Then they painted the whole entire room I was in on purpose so I could get sick and start coughing. They blew construction dust all around the hallways so I could sick on purpose. So I finally got transferred to Del Amo hospital in Torrance where they held me for over 50 days for no reason. I did nothing wrong. I slept and ate and eventually was forced on their drugs. I showed the in house judge the drugs samples they found in my system and they said I was mentally ill. I was diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic. They said if I did not take their drugs I would be injected. There was one night where I hesitated to take the new drug they switched on me (without having the doctor tell me what they were or giving me paperwork on it), and they injected me in my butt and I almost died. I had heart failure and I was going in convulsions. The roommate tried to get help but they did nothing except let me die. That was beyond abusive. All I was doing was sitting there. I was gassed walking through the hall ways by the people that worked there and by the other clients, they drugged my food and the people in there were fake. They were not mentally ill. They were set up to torture me. I had roommates constantly and they kept switching my rooms. People kept stealing my stuff. It was all an experimentation in that particular hallway. I tried calling the police for help and they blocked me from doing it. They said if I called the police again, I would not be able to make phone calls anymore. That’s against my legal right to do so and abusive. They would not let me hold my own toiletries either. They locked them up and tampered with them. That is against my legal rights as well. You should be aloud to hold onto your own toiletries. Everytime I would try to ask for help they would pretend to avoid me at the other side of the counter. When I first got there they said they were going to do a skin check on me which would require to see me naked. I said no. They said if I did not do that they would put me

in the isolation room which is abusive and illegal. I took off my bra and they threw it into the sink so I could not wear it anymore because they put water on it so I had to walk around with a white tank top with no bra on and they never gave it back to me. They said they were going to wash the rest of my clothes that I had on when my parents brought me new ones and they never gave them back to me. I had a see through shirt on with men everywhere and I had to carry a blanket with me everytime I would leave my room. What if my mom never brought me clothes I would be walking around topless. I tried to get a cup of water and I saw them put a liquid drug in it as they gave it to me. It was very fast so I had to get my water from the bathroom sink that barely worked or gave out water. They also said I could not leave unless I moved back in with my parents which is also illegal. I had every right to live on my own if I needed to. My brother came to the in house meeting with the judge and they said he was not allowed to speak on my behalf at all which is illegal so he just sat there and cried looking at me after they said they would inject me if I refused the medicine. They refused to let me have a public defender or lawyer come on my behalf to protect me from the hospital. I begged them for a lawyer and they refused. When I tried to call a private lawyer they said I needed to give them the name of the lawyer before I could call or have him come down. That was illegal as well. They wanted the name so that they could redirect my calls so I could not get a hold of them which is exactly what happened. They said if I did not give them blood work I could not leave the hospital, which is against my civil right to do that. You cannot even force vital signs on someone. The needles looked unsanitary and I am not even sure any of it was clean. I tried to make phone calls in a private room and as soon as I got somewhere of having a person listen to me they would barge in and kick me off the phone. They were listening to all of my phone calls. They said I was calling the smart team and I do not even know what that is at the time which is the mental health team of the police department. They said they would take away my phone privileges if I called them again. There was a vending machine there that was drugged as well. As soon as I got home I took a bath and could not get out of the bathroom. I fell on the floor from all the drugs they were pumping me with. My mom had to walk me to my room.

I continued to call lawyers, doctors, and friends. I made hundreds of phone calls, but because my calls are redirected I never heard back from people. If they track my internet and website usage they will know who I am about to call. Like I said before sometimes I get a one call in before I get blocked, but most of the time I have to search for the number online, so they already can block me as I search for it. I tried calling the police again to do a search on my phone for being hacked and they said the FBI does that. Then I called the FBI and they said only the police do it. No one will help me. I went to the FBI office and the front door officers would not let me in to see anyone which is illegal because you have a right to talk to an agent in person. Everyone has that right. I called the FBI several times and the officers would not talk to me on the phone – they would send me to the hotline and hang up the phone on me. They would say this is not their jurisdiction which a hate crime is. This is not for the police – this is far more advanced than what a typical officer can handle. I went to every police station that was

local to me and they pushed me out the door and would not give me the time of day. They would not help me. As soon as I walked up to the Manhattan Beach police station they would say oh you are here again – you have to go. I tried going to the fire station and one of the firefighters kept stomping violently when I was trying to talk to the captain. It was very odd. He had big boots on to do that. San Pedro police station LAPD did the same thing to me like the Manhattan beach police did. I called the police several times to my house and they refused to help. They came to my house a few times and one person wrote down some information and said they were doing a wellness check up on me and nothing ever came of it. I called them a lot as well as asking to speak to the captain and to set up an appointment with him and they kept refusing to set something up with him – Jay Mastick. They would not let him come to my house either. They said he does not do house calls. I tried calling 911 when I lived alone after I was drugged and they refused to come to my house – they would just not show up. They kept telling me that I could call 911 if I felt my life was in danger so I did. I went shopping in Palos Verdes several times and I had called 911 from their jurisdiction. They took my keys away from me – I said I was being stalked in the grocery store. They looked around and nothing happened. They just told me to go home. I went to the Spectrum Club in Manhattan Beach and they drugged the smoothie I bought from them so I went to the Manhattan Beach police. I first went to the fire station and they said they could not help me. So I went to the police station and they were slamming the doors constantly on purpose again. They said it was not in their jurisdiction. They refused to help me. I went to grocery store all the way in Beverly Hills and I was drugged again. They came to see me and the officers said I should just throw it away and go home. They said we should call her parents and that was it. I was in Manhattan Beach jurisdiction again and someone smashed her car into me on purpose and I chased her down and made her pull over. Her name was Laura Suffoletta. I think she lived in Santa Monica. I contacted the police and they refused to write a police report when there was paint from her car onto mine. My car was damaged and she was one of my stalkers and the police was as well because I used my phone to call 911. There is no reason the police could not take a report for the car smash. Earlier when I mentioned that I was looking to take a shower- I tried driving to orange county for an Airbnb for a shower and an Irvine police officer pulled me over because I hit a curb trying to make a U turn. I explained I am getting drugged everyday and it is hard for me to drive. He said I am going to look through your bag and your car, and have a female pat you down. She did and even touched my vagina – why was that necessary. You could tell I was weak and sick. He found nothing in my car and asked if I was on recreational drugs. I said I do not do drugs. I am pretty sure he called my parents because they and my cousin knew about it when I came home. How did he have the phone number of my parents. I did nothing wrong – I was just trying to find a shower and get clean. But of course they can use that against me in a court of law – when it was dark that night and I was just trying to find the address that I was going to. I contacted the district attorneys office and they said they cannot do anything without a police report. I said the police are doing this to me – you are suppose to regulate them. They said no.

When I had the break in that I mentioned earlier where my towel rod was broken off, the playa vista police would not do an investigation in my apartment. They refused to come upstairs to do an investigation when it first happened. One of the police officers said I noticed you have two DUIs on your record. I said I have never had a DUI – I do not even drink anymore and I have never been arrested at the time. This was before the last hospital experience that I had just mentioned. I also had one appointment with the headquarters of the police department LAPD when I first realized this was happening to me and I was suppose to meet at the Playa Del Rey police station. I went there and they told me no one was there to see me. They lied because the police officers were in the back waiting for me. I know this because I called them later to find where they were and they said they were waiting for me. I never got another appointment with them again. I had talked to the stalking unit with Police officer Detective Jeff Dunn and he said he felt bad for me, but he could not help me because my jurisdiction was in San Pedro and he needed to get an order from them. I told them that the officers are involved in my targeting and they would not help me and he was really nice on the phone but he said he could not help. I tried to talk to the sex trafficking unit and explained my situation and they said they could not help me. I called Cast LA which is a non profit for sex trafficking and they called me back once and said they could not get a lawyer involved in my case. I tried calling them back over and over again and now I will not get any calls back. In fact the headquarters of LAPD took down there phone numbers that they use to have up. There is only one phone number that rings and rings and they will not call you back either so there is no way to get a hold of them. There is no way to get a hold of the captain of the LAPD headquarters either. I had one LAPD officer call me out of the blue in 2021 right before I was hospitalized again. His name is Frank Ciezadlo. He told me he would take a report for the officers that abused me and being abused in general and he would help me. I have no idea how he got my number because I never spoke with him before. So he took my statements of being taken away illegally. I sent him pictures of poison and drug samples from the doctors through email and he did nothing. My mom said he came to the house when I was hospitalized and he said I cannot do anything for your daughter. And that was basically it. He let me be taken away illegally again by the police when I was not a danger to self, suicidal, or gravely disabled. When I tried to explain my situation to therapists that I would call – they would all say oh you have been diagnosed schizophrenic – I cannot help you. Even though I am a victim of a violent crime not schizophrenic, they still will not call the cops for me or protect me.

So I was calling so many people again and my stalkers did not like that. At this point my mom was forcing me on medication three times a day so I was a walking zombie. I was slurring my words and all I could do was sleep. She started to yell at me everyday again so that I would move more and go outside more. I told her I could not because of the medication and I was too afraid too because of my stalkers. So they tried to shut me up again and I got taken away months later to UCLA westwood Ronald Reagan Psychiatric Hospital. Was that really necessary months later – I was doing nothing wrong but calling people. That was all that I was doing. By the time I got there I had poison on my face again – just a little bit this time. The last time I had it on my face – I scraped it off at Del Amo hospital and just suffered a bloody face because they would not give me any medical treatment to get it off me carefully and gently. However, this time it looked like pockets of a rash that formed. My bedding was getting poisoned everytime I would leave my room as well as my clothes while I lived at home. That is how it got there. My products were still getting poisoned so It was hard to clean up properly. I tried but It still was hurting. My mom was talking to secret police officers, and they had called her the day before they came and got me and said we are coming to take your daughter away tomorrow. I was sleeping and non-violent as usual and two dirty cops came to my room with more police and said we are taking you in handcuffs to the psych ward. I said I had rights – you cannot do this to me – I am not suicidal, violent, or gravely disabled (which I had a home, food, and clothing). My mom came in the cop car with me and she said I had to go. I said not UCLA – they are evil. I don’t know what they are going to do to me there. She said no. Right when I got there they did a temperature check underneath my tongue and it was poisoned really bad. I started to cry and it was hard to walk. They poisoned my food in the ER and when they drew my blood they poisoned the needle. I thought how am I going to take showers here with this much poison on me. So they put poison on the outside of my medicine they forced to give me. It was pretty bad – I would cough violently and get really sick. They also poisoned all of my food. I tried to hide my food so I did not have to eat all of it, but it did not work that well. I thought how is my poor little brain going to be able to survive all of this. Mind you – I still have a traumatic brain injury so they are torturing me this way. They said if I did not go to groups they would increase my medicine. You cannot increase or use medicine as a form of punishment. It clearly states that in the patients rights manual. They would also not let me hold onto my bag of toiletries and told me they would increase my medicine if I did. That is abusive. You cannot use medicine as punishment. I said I am sick, I can barely sit up straight and I am physically disabled. I cannot go to your groups – that is abuse. They did not care. Mind you there is no one on one therapy in any of the hospitals - you just listen to lectures or do art in the hospitals which is useless. Finally they came in one day and they said we are forcing you in the shower. I said I will do it myself when I am ready. They did not care – told me to take off my clothes and bathed me with shampoo everywhere. Mind you – there products had a small amount of poison in it. So the lady which was a nurse on another floor – I believe her name was Maria scrubbed my face so bad which I had a rash on it that she made me bleed which leaves marks. I said this is abuse – that was unnessesary to do that to someone. I asked to speak to a patients rights advocate of the hospital. She came to see me and said we caught you with your phone and did not even address the abuse. I said so what – I needed to protect myself from you people. I told my parents and my dad said something and said that was not right and they gave him some excuse as to why they had to do that. They are a hospital and you cannot scrub a rash – are you insane? They need to be locked up – not me. That is not gentle care on a human being. They also took my rosary away from me because they did not want me praying with it. Evil people. They changed the medicine I was taking and forced me to take theirs even though I did not know what it was. They also injected me one night as well when I was completely calm and there was no reason to do that. Then the big whammy was when they said you cannot leave after 50 days or so unless you are on conservatorship. They did not teach us that in school. Most therapists do not even know what that means except when you mention Britney Spears. Why is this not taught in school – so people cannot protect the mentally ill and the innocent. So a woman came to see me and she was suppose to do an investigation on me and she did nothing. She said I could contest it after one year which is not true at all. I could contest it after six months with a private lawyer or public defender. I had no choice at the time but to be placed on it. I went to the courts and I do not remember who my attorney was at the time, but he did not defend me. He just said he accepted the conservatorship. The other lawyer said I was gravely disabled which is a lie because I already had food, clothing, and shelter so I got placed on it. Before this – I had a hearing judge that came to the hospital and they put a nasty poison on me seat in front of the judge. They made me sit on it and shoved me down. I stood up and said I am not going to sit on it – I would rather sit up and they said no. That was abuse once again. There is no reason to place me on conservatorship because I am poor. That means that every homeless person could be held in the hospital or in a group home because they are poor. The judge did no investigation on me at all. No one heard my side of the story – I was not allowed to speak. It is not my fault I have a brain injury and I had to stop working when I got back to Los Angeles. It is also not my fault that I have had that many poisons on me -anyone would get sick for how much that has been done to me. I am a small female that is sensitive to begin with. This is a crime against an innocent person.

So there I was. On mental health conservatorship. My lawyer at the time was public defender Jonathan Petrak. He did not call me back from 2015 to 2019. I wrote him emails. I called him all the time. I begged him to talk to me about my case and go to trial. I was getting being controlled at home and he did nothing to protect me. I ended up going to hospital again and he did not come to see me and help me get a trial while I was there. I tried calling the mental health supervisor and everyone refused to call me back. That was about four years long. That is a very long time to not get any help when I legally could contest it every six months. When he finally did call me back after four years he would not let me use a note from my own therapist for the trial, he would not let me bring someone in to testify on my behalf, he knew nothing about my background and did not look into the skills I already have. He would not let me use my own mental health evaluator. He had his own evaluator came to my house who did nothing for me and did not write a report for me on my behalf. I was told that the courts could pay for my own evaluator and when I told him that he said nothing. Instead the courts paid for his own evaluator which I did not approve of. When I finally did go to court I did not want an evaluation by the other side. I know legally I could refuse that. Jonathan did not stand up for me and the judge said if I did not do that they would cancel my court case which is abuse. I went to court which was after the next hospital experience at San Pedro and they let me go. I got off of conservatorship which was around 2018/2019. For me – home life was pretty rough. But before I get into that – I want to say that I had finally found someone to help me with my brain injury. He was a chiropractic neurologist named Dr. Ash in Santa Monica. He literally put me back together. I would throw up a lot during his treatments but I ended up coming around and finally getting my brain back. It happened after UCLA after the torture. So I am very thankful that I randomly found him. Without him – I do not know where I would be. I started to formulate sentences again and my numbness was gone from my body.

So here it goes life at home. Things were really rough. The main word I would use to describe my home life is control. My mother has controlled my every move since 2015 when I moved back in with them. I could not rest during the day even though I have my brain injury. I had to pretend to use my phone so she would not scream at me. I was not aloud to sit and relax and just breathe because of the torture I was receiving inside and outside of my home. Both my parents are really intense but my mother is worse. Anything can set her off. You say the wrong word, you move the wrong thing in the house, you don’t follow her impulsiveness. You have no idea what will set her off throughout the day. She has always been like this, but since 2015 everything has increased a thousand percent. You cannot stop her when she strikes her moods. The amount of emotional outbursts that I received since 2015 has been daily when all I would do is to sit and maybe watch some TV or cope from all of the physical pain I had on a daily basis from the poisons and drugs. She will start slamming things, throwing around her hands, threatening me to go back to the hospital. I have no way of resting or having my freedom to do what I want throughout the day. She threatened to call up social security and take away my disability money that I have received for no reason except that I stay in my room. If I stay in my room too much she says she is going to call someone on me and she said if I locked my door throughout the day she would break down my door and I would not have one anymore. Once she has outburst she cannot control herself. All someone can do is run and hide until she calms down. I begged her to take anger management classes. I even found them for her and she refused. She said there is nothing wrong with her. She says I deteriorate because I stay in my room or refuse to eat dinner with them when I am perfectly able to eat my own food that I make for myself. She lies to the cops and makes it seem that I am mentally ill or out of control when all I do is stay in my room and take care of myself. Even if I say I want to look for work she tries to block me. She wants to control me until she is dead. She has tried to control me my whole entire life, but now she has ammo to do it from the law. When I come in and out of my room my tv turns on or off at the exact same time and I don’t even touch the remote or anything. I have cameras all over my house so my stalkers know when I get upset about a particular poison or when I come in and out of my room and really anything that I do. I am not aloud to have someone come over to my house like a friend or someone that I am dating. I cannot spend the night at a friend’s house or someone that I am dating. My mom threatens to call the cops on me if I try. My mom monitors when I wake up and when I go to bed everyday like a stalker would. Is that really necessary. My parents monitored everything I was eating. How can they possibly know what I eat? They cannot count all the food in the fridge everyday all day long. That’s impossible. They would just assume what I was eating or not eating. They would also go through my trash. They would go in the outside dumpster and go through food and products that I would through away and come back and eat it from the outside dumpster. And I am the one on medication. Really. That is disgusting. All of this is completely unnecessary. Do I need to be treated worse than a child? No. I am a grown adult that is just trying to protect myself with everything that I mentioned above. They watch me take my pill every night which is completely unnecessary. At one point in time they would make me open up my mouth 15 times in a row. Really. 15 times. They have used every trick in the book to corner me while taking the pill at night. They would corner me to do it. My mom’s attorney said my mom could put her own fingers into my mouth at night. No way is that legal to do. That is rape of the mouth. Mom says if I stay in my room and close my door she is going to call the cops on me. I have every right to take the pill by myself and be in my own room with peace and privacy. I should not be treated like a child to take it. It is abusive. I had sprained my ankles and my parents said I was making it up and I was mentally ill when I physically could not walk. Even though I could not walk they still forced me to walk upstairs to take my pill and not let me take it in my room. If I get sick I am also not allowed to take my pill in my room. She refuses to let me take it in my room and I am forced to wait around upstairs at night just to take it. It is too hard for me to walk upstairs every night because of my disability. She tells people I am mentally ill from physical symptoms or if I say the wrong thing according to her. She tells people I either do not eat or I eat too much. I cannot win. She wants my weight to be in a 10 pound radius if I go under or over I am mentally ill. If I do not go upstairs for one day to get food she threatens to call the cops on me and throw me back in the psych ward. That makes no sense at all. She lied to the cops when they came to my house and said I was not eating which was not true. I have never gone two days without eating. I would not last. The cops did not believe me of course and so there they go taking me away again. I was getting break ins at night when I would sleep because I would wake up with poison on my body and they would not allow me to put a dead bolt on my door at night while I sleep to protect myself. I have pictures to prove it and I sent it to the police through email and they still did nothing about it except send me to the psych ward. I had a car accident with her in the car again and I said I needed some time to heal. She only gave me one day to rest. She said if I took more than one day to rest I was mentally ill and she would call the cops on me. I had to scream at her to understand how horrible of a person she was to do that to me and her and my brother just screamed at me and almost called the cops on me again. She said if I did not go to outpatient therapy she would call the cops on me again. I went to outpatient therapy for one year and half and it was useless. Why was that not enough time. My parents have not allowed me to have the keys to the house so I cannot go take my trash out, go for a walk around the block, or come back from going out to eat. I have to wait until they are home so that I can get back in. It is terrible. There should be no reason to do that to someone who has lived here for a long time. My mom found one of my documentations that I wrote about myself going out in public and what they did to me and she said I cannot write notes to myself anymore and she was going to show that in a court of law when it was private information that I wrote. After I went to San Pedro hospital which is the next hospital experience I will talk about, I tried to write a note on my facebook about the abuse I endured and both mom and brother came to bedroom and said if I did not take it down they were going to call the cops on me which is abuse and violating my freedom of speech especially when it talks about abuse and is true. My mom also told me that everybody in California knows about me. Yup. That is right. I hear here talking to store workers about me in public. My parents were cooperating with my stalkers at one point in time because remember my stalkers are government officials, lawyers, doctors, people at places of businesses. So if some doctor or psychiatrist talks to my parents and tells them things to do to me they are going to believe the professional and just do whatever they say because why – they are doctors so they must know what they are doing. I am not going to go into the details on here but basically my water supply is poisoned everyday, my food supply is poisoned, and everything in my room and throughout the house is poisoned. Everytime I leave to go to the bathroom a new poison gets in my room and on my bedding and all throughout my room. If my parents are gone a break in will happen from my stalkers and I hear them going into my room or in my bathroom while I am in my room. In addition, my mother just recently said I was not allowed to go pee after I take my medicine and before I go to bed. I was only allowed to pee before. Really. She is now trying to control my bladder. I had to fight her for 20 minutes to let her know how crazy she is and she still saw nothing wrong with that. There are many more details of what has happened to me in regards to them and I am even scared to have written what I have wrote above but it is the honest truth. It started out strong in 2015 then it would calm down for a little bit of time depending on what my stalkers tell them to do. So throughout the years it has been up and down. The problem with that is that you never know when they are going to strike again. My stalkers are very similar to my mother – they are impulsive, angry, and anything can set them off. If I am sad or anxious they increase the torture. If I am happy they increase the torture because they do not want me to be happy. I have to remain calm and like a trained soldier with no emotions in order to get by and not get attacked more on a daily basis. So lets get this straight. I am diagnosed with a mental illness and forced on medication when my parents are covering up their abuse. The more I try to talk to people about this or protect myself, the more angry they get and the more torture increases. They say I don’t know what you are talking about even though I have physical symptoms with pictures to prove it and they still lie about it. They lie to the cops about it and they lie to the hospitals about it. So if I say stop hurting me they say they are going to call the cops on me and they will never believe you. It takes me days to calm down from my moms outbursts and threats. I do not understand how someone can be like that to her own family member when I am a calm person just keeping to myself and trying to get by from all of the physical pain I receive on a daily basis.

So after my UCLA experience I went to San Pedro hospital for group therapy for about a year and a half. I was forced to and it was pointless. I talked for a few minutes for the whole three hours I was there. I would explain that my rights are being violated in all aspects of my life and the therapist did nothing to step in. At the point I was also taking two showers a day and my mom said I was mentally ill for taking too many showers. Then my brother came into the house and I had just woken up. He said he wanted to talk to me and he sounded like he was about to scold me or yell at me. I was not in the mood to be yelled at again so I said no I need an hour to take shower and wake up first. He got really angry and impulsively and said well I am going to call the cops on you then. So because I did not want to speak with him – he thought he had the right to send me back to the psych ward and he did. Two police officers came – they did not listen to me. I begged my mom not to put me back in the hospital where I would get tortured. The police officers slammed the door on me so I was not able to speak to my mother. I told them I wanted to go to San Pedro hospital because that was where I did my group therapy so I thought it would be safe. Boy was I wrong. I told the cops that before you place me in a locked ward I have the legal right to go to court and I have a 15 day grace period before you can place me somewhere. They took me to the hospital anyway. This was in 2018. When I left the hospital they said I was danger to self because I was not eating and that was not true. They made it up so they could say it was emergency and it was not emergency- it was because I did not want to talk to my brother. That is illegal. They would not let me have any trials or go to court the whole time I was there which was a few weeks. After the three day hold they legally have to take you to trial in order to hold you longer and they did it anyway. I called a lawyer friend that I knew from that past year and he came to the hospital and they lied and said no one was there to see me. They would not let him in to see me. I said I had a right to talk to a lawyer in a private room. They said it could not be private, but my patient rights manual said it could be private. I called him the next day to find out what had happened to him and he said they refused to let him in. Then I asked what happened and they ignored me for days then said we found out he was taking money from you. I said no he was not and I am paying for legal services. They literally just made up a bogus lie for no reason so I had to eat their drugged food and take their drugs. But right before I ended up in the psych ward I had to go to the ER. When I said I had a right to a lawyer they strapped me down in the restraints then poisoned the needle to get blood work from me. I screamed for my mom that was outside the door and the police officers slammed the door after they heard me call out for her. Then they injected me for no reason. They held me in the straps for hours without water and I had to go pee and they would not let me pee. Finally a social worker came in and told them to take me down. It was so illegal and beyond abusive. They told me they would not inject me if I answered their questions. I had a legal right not to answer any of their questions but I did anyway and they still injected me. I said I did not want to draw blood and they did it anyway. The needle was poisoned and it was inserted in my blood stream. I was crying and I told them to stop. I was in so much pain and the police officers of the LAPD just watched me suffer. You cannot use force to get your own way and abuse someone because they have legal rights. I still cannot believe they did that to me to this day. They made me wear their poisoned socks and refused to let me put on my shoes. They tried to make me put on a gown so I just put it over my clothes. There was no way I was going to walk around naked in a gown. They tried to force me to do that. That is so illegal. They forced me to sit in their wheelchair that was poisoned to go up to the psych ward even though I was fully capable of walking myself. I finally went upstairs and the whole hallway was gassed and they used hand held metal detectors on me that were poisoned. Is that necessary. I am not in prison. What could I be hiding? They took all of my belongings anyway. They also said I could have a paper bag to carry my belongings in. Then a few days later they emptied out my bag and threw it all over and said I was not allowed to use one anymore. That makes no sense at all. I should have a right to use a paper bag if I need to. They would not let me hold onto my toiletries like shampoo and toothpaste which is illegal. I have the right to hold onto my own toiletries. After about a week they told me I had to keep my door open which would not allow me to have privacy when I went to the bathroom or changed. That is beyond illegal. They said well it is policy. That is illegal to make someone keep their door open especially while they sleep. They put a poison in the vents, and the water supply as well. Everytime I asked for a cup, food, or drinks it was drugged or poisoned. My sheets were poisoned as well. Everytime I left my room and while I was in my room my roommates would throw poison on me. So everytime I went down the hallway for something I would come back to my room drenched. It happened from the employees and it happened from the other people staying in the rooms. When I would go and meet my parents in the visitor room the people in that room would do it too. So I would have to go back and clean my face and head in the shower all day long. They said I was only allowed one phone call per shift and it could not be long distance. Most of my friends have different area codes so that does not make sense. And you have a right to have reasonable phone calls for free. They cannot tell you you can only have one phone call. That is against a patients rights. My mom gave me ten dollars of quarters to use the pay phone and they stole it from me. I never got it because they did not want me reaching out for help. I told them I wanted my money back and they would lie about it and said I do not know what you are talking about. They would also block my calls as soon as I called out. They would do this by dialing the phone number then hanging up and then dialing it again where it would just ring or not go through. They would block all of my phone calls except to my mom and dad because they knew they would be coming to visit me. I called other family members and one of my good friends on the pay phone while leaving messages. When I got out I called them to see if they got my messages and they said no. They did not get one of them. The key is to getting the phone number before I make the calls so they can forward their calls to their own call system. They would break the pay phone that was there in the middle of a busy hallway so I could not use it. I asked them to fix it and they would not. They tried to get my mom to allow them to give me shots and my mom said no. Why would you put someone on shots when they are doing nothing wrong except eating and sleeping? Dr. G was my psychiatrist that was trying to force it on me. I was only there for two weeks. That is so abusive to force that onto someone for no reason. They also put strange men into my room all the time. They would stand there, lift up their hands, and try to come after me. I touched one of their hands to try to push them away and there was a poison on them. I would have to scream for the nurses and they would take them out. I know they did that on purpose just to rile me up. They let me eat in my room the first few days then they became psychotic and told me I was not allowed to eat in my room. I said then why did you let me do it when I first got here and they had no answer. I could not go into the dining room because I would get attacked by poisons thrown on me so I would shove pieces of bread in my mouth in the hallway. They knew I would not eat unless I ate in room and they did not care. When my parents came to visit I could eat some food with them. That was the only way I was able to survive the torture. I also needed to have a few bites of food then rest and digest and have a few more. The only way I could do that would be to eat in my room. I told them this and they did not care. When I got stomach aches they would not go down to bring me a piece of bread of bagel. They were lazy and it is a hospital. When someone gets sick don’t you think they should help them out. They told me I could have four snacks in my room then they changed their mind and said I could not do that anymore and I was not allowed to drink juice in my room. This is worse than a prison. Why can’t I drink juice? They said my parents could bring me any type of food then they changed their mind and said it could only be in sealed containers. They did not want them bringing me a phone. That’s why. How can you put a phone in pasta sauce? It would get ruined. They ransacked my room looking for electronics probably and they found snacks that I tried to store in there. I only had a few but they staged more food that was not even mine and showed me and said my parents were not allowed to bring me food anymore. That’s so abusive. They were asking me to starve because I did not want to get attacked outside. I also tried to make phone calls during dinner and they caught on to it then they stopped calling for dinner in the speaker phone and in the hallway so I would stop making calls when people were busy. I would ask them why they cancelled dinner and they would say oh we called it I don’t know what you are talking about. Pathological liars. I tried asking for them to send me my public defender or patient advocate and they said I had to call myself. Do I really think they were not going to block me from calling them? Of course they would. They did not even have a private space to make phone calls which is illegal. I had to make my calls by reaching through a window in the middle of the hallway to their private space where they did work. Everytime I was on the phone they would open and close the doors and gas me. It was pretty bad.