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An (estranged) Aunt ( Margaret Henderson/Hanlon) years before who claimed the mother (now past away) of three of his children was mentally ill and was obsessed with names especially Kevin. These children went into Catholic C.A.S. Who were told their files had gone missing. She was put into mental health care and driven crazy. Pretty much the exact same thing they planned for me. When speaking out against them. I think Margaret Henderson has a problem with names. It’s the only explanation of how many similar last names I ran into afterward. Like Campbell, McDonald, Harris and so on. Her daughter actually worked for none other than Catholic Mental Health located then on Ellesmere Rd. in Scarborough.
My partner spent a very long time trying to get an ambulance to take me to a mental health ward. Mainly because they had set themselves up to be patients there. I know he was told to do this. Them wanting proof of my mental state, I’m sure. I was in a frantic state and thinking the family did something worse to get their hands on that inheritance and picked up the phone called 911 and said I would like to report a murder. I hung up. I looked at him and said that’s how you do it. I went back to my room. I locked the door and had an overwhelming amount of police and an ambulance come. They did not want to leave me alone. They insisted I go to the hospital for my first stay.
Another Aunt (Marlene Duffin)even referred to this years later. While my mother was dying of a small cell Lung Cancer that had not been seen for 30 years. Saying she had to go help her daughter who was going crazy in her bedroom in the states. Ya right, sure. Was it over her dad? A woman who lost all respect from me when she cheated on my Uncle while he lay in bed, sick. My cousins were away. She also said a previous time when showing a calendar her daughter made saying, this is what you should be doing on a computer. When this was said at my mothers in the thick of everything. She immediately became foe not friend. She’s an air head compared to me. I also heard through my (full) sister, her sister married into the Hanlon’s. Is it the same sister that’s French and was in Sue Saint Marie, we all drove to go see, have chili, in a happy family? ARE YOU FOR REAL? Thinking a computer and words are somehow worse then a dating phone line to meet two males for food at Denny’s while married saying yes you had a friend and looking at me knowing I’m only like 14. Unlike later while on the roof with my cousin and a very handsome man comes along for you to tell him to stay away and I was two years younger then my actual age? Well, I had everyone so bored as they waited for me to touch myself in the Livingroom as if ! I was typing so fast how could people not notice both my hands were in use.
In that first hospital stay. They arranged a patient that seemed to be like or was Diane. A cousin of mine who never made an appearance the whole time during the Estate. Aside from a two second handshake. Then quickly went downstairs. Odd behavior based on past encounters. Had her order pizza to the room as though it was a party. She also screamed on the phone and at the nurse’s station. To be told as I overheard that she was voluntary. Odd as she was screaming about being released. They did not expect the reaction they got. Expecting someone to be off the rails, demanding to be released like this woman was doing. When in fact I was calm, happy to be out of that basement. I was still being monitored in. I felt much safer than in my own home. I had previously talked to this cousin and her sister (not around for the Estate) when I was a child. Then again when my sister made the call to the police over our bio father. This family never handled the abuse he inflicted properly.
They set up a worker James Thurston to give me a card of a disability lawyer (so it read), Alistar whom I believe is John Campbell’s brother. I told James I had no need of a lawyer. He suggested I ask a couple of questions. I guess to see what I would say. I called and was told in a gruff voice, disappointed there was no tension in mine. You’ll be there for at most two weeks or whatever. Very short call. Years later when looking him up with the information I had, online, there was nothing not even a phone number.
They had a woman very interested in me. Looking very much like this Aunt. Very well may have been a cousin or sister. Especially interested if I knew I was in an induced coma for three days after my admittance. I was never told why this coma happened. I now believe it was to avoid the 72 hours and hold me longer. There was a sheet of paper on my bed when I returned to my room. Boxes were checked off I felt I could definitely dispute, signed by a doctor. Never offering me an advocate. She came up to me as I was finally walking around and wondered if I knew what date it was. She obviously knew I wasn’t around for the time I was knocked out cold. Not interested I pointed to the newspaper on the table. You want the date look it up. She wanted meals eaten by everyone in a common room to have the T.V. off. She wanted to know about a picture I had made in one of the classes she attended none of. Very Catholic.
A hospital that knew from calling my parents, I was allergic to fish. That didn’t put an allergy bracelet on me and served me fish to see my reaction. Based on what they had previously said is my guess. That I like to eat tuna (which I’m not allergic to). That I every now and then try fish to see if I’ve outgrown the allergy. Something to say more then I ever did. I can tell if I’m allergic just when it’s cooking. Pointing out the fish to a nurse. I was told to not worry about it. To sit down and not tell the station I wanted another plate brought up. Told to eat a plate of something I already watched a patient spit into as she switched them. Yes, they know people in many fields. There was also a patient that was a brother of Tom of the Moral Judgement crew. Who singled me out. Had to ask me if I wanted some hash. Who brought up even more crap about “them” to which he swore at me in Greek. Even he knew I would be there and what I looked like. I returned the same word back to him later in another hospital visit when I seen him at Scarborough Grace. Where I called him out on his shit. Said it all to a nurse that agreed with me. Who also seen me then trying to piece together all that C.A.S. and schools and people had done to me. Writing away on paper.
I later wrote to the whole affair to the same lawyer using his card. In handwriting saying all that had happened. Including the sexual abuse I witnessed while on the bus route while working. By James Thurston to a patient. I know he received that letter because he called to tell me I did not owe him anything for the advice he gave me. Which I also asked in the letter and gave my new address and phone number. He did not stand up for me or help with any of the issues. I believe he helped himself and had the ward closed down. When in fact the matters all personally involved me and my treatment.
Upon leaving the hospital, I seen my family doctor. Who told me rightfully, I did not need the Olanzapine or Ativan pills and to stop taking them. The doctor in the hospital would not let me explain when asked why I was there in the first visit. I asked what my diagnosis was from the brain scan. I was told I was not Schizophrenic but he would not say what I did have according to him. I was released with a condition saying Bi-polar on my discharge papers.
My (half) sister offered for me to stay with her. Things with my partner finally ending. As I felt he was more and more involved. She didn’t want me there. She called an ambulance to take me back to the ward. She then had to ask what she needed to say. Called back and whispered. They came and took me. She stole 2000.00 using my bank card while I was there a second time for a very short stay.
I began renting a place below a store. This was also where I wrote the lawyer (Alistar). It is also where another member of the Moral Judgement crew walked by smiling as though I knew him personally (Dean). Then he befriended my Stepfather. Our back doors were left open at this time. My place below and my parents above a store. Where photos and video were stolen. That recently came to my attention. They wound up in boxes out in Whitby. Belonging to one of my ex’s family (also lived on the same street as the other two ex’s as a child). Pictures my father took and would most certainly never part with. Like the only trip he took back to P.E.I. when his father was on his death bed. Pictures not seen when given to them and only recently discovered in their home. Pictures taken with a unique camera bought for the trip. Making the photos elongated. Taken well my children were in grade school and I lived in that basement. My father asked if I wanted to go. I didn’t have money together to go along. This was 10 years or more since I broke off with the father, who’s family has them in their possession. With no recollection of how they got there. My daughter thinking maybe the grandmothers got together and her family saved them for her (never happened). A video of a school performance never attended by me or them of my younger (half) sister that has no reason to be in their possession either. She was in kindergarten and it was a Christmas concert (Scrooge). My daughter 1989 (March) has reason to think she was or her family was around for. My half sister in 1979 (June). There is no way his family needed this video or had anything to do with them. My sister was 10 when my middle daughter was born.
In a home where they displayed the pictures of my children. Only a few in their possession that were all known. Not containing my other family members that never interacted with any of them. Photos that Shannon knew all about. Who’s grandmother is passed away and daughter from Lung Cancer (never smoked). That was not her childhood Leukemia returned. People who would know they were never given those pictures and videos. I noticed years later when my parents moved to the West End. The photograph of my dad winning the Trifactor at Woodbine Racetrack holding the cheque that was put on renovations to our house (then) was also gone. Mentioned online that my two half siblings were unaware of as only Judy was around and almost 3 or 4. The photo she has of me and my half sister was taken at Gilder, on our kitchen table. I got my first pair of eyeglasses at 11 or 12 entering high school. They have no reason to have that photo either. Brian and I were only together for two years and had only two visits to my parents while living with him at Trip he just never went home and then into the place at Orton Park when I wrote that I had been on the list for two years with no answer. Then was given an offer at 16 for a one bedroom. At no time did my family give them pictures they had not even taken yet (trip to P.E.I).
My daughter on a separate occasion woke in the middle of the night, turning around sleepy to see a hand emptying a jar of bugs while stirring. We woke in the morning to find the couch she was on covered in bed bugs not knowing what they were at first at all. I know people were entering the apartment (belonging to my parents where my sister and half brother lived. I know Dean only lived at the end of mall strip we were in. I know people were in our homes. This was at the same apartment where the pictures and videos went missing.
Tom who told me years before about his brother that needed to be hospitalized frequently. That he had just (at the time) been found in his apartment with all the windows open, curtains blowing in psychosis. Who drove his wife crazy trying to look after him. Tom who put a cigarette butt out in my drink for playing footsies while with his friend.
This ex also trying to prove years before any hospital. That I was incompetent, a liar and crazy. To a lawyer from Barry Fox and Associates. When he broke a window and threatened my life (trunk full of machetes) and my partner’s at the time. Who was childhood friends with him. Which resulted in a peace bond he never kept and a broken window he never paid for not to mention the screen door. He had someone make a phone call which was all bullshit. Offering over the phone psychic help from a Chinese Tea Shop on Lawrence Ave. Saying I should fill out his prescription after hanging up. As though they can even give them by writing down what he said on a slip of paper. Not from a doctor or calling my pharmacist. Done right before our court date. For someone so concerned on the phone, he never did call back once. Knew where I was at the partner’s house number (I was living with my parents), asking for me by name. Court that I had nothing to wear so I borrowed my (full) sister’s dress. The ones I would have preferred to wear, in the wash. Which Frankie Holmes made reference to, wondering why I had dressed nicely for court. Saying, we’ve never seen you dress up. Proving to me again these people all talked among themselves about me. No doubt in my mind. A case not brought before a judge or one either ex attended. Odd considering the call came as a threat to my partner originally. Understandable it can be reached to an agreement without wasting court time. He just wanted to sit down and talk about how he (the accused) wasn’t that bad and bring up there was a Jen who was angry with me as though I knew her personally. It really had nothing to do with the case or what he had done. Just his excuse. Finding out I was unfaithful. How does someone previous have any bearing on the fact it was an action toward me and my current partner at the time? Not this Jen and her boyfriend. As far as I’m concerned. He needed to make up his mind and either be angry at his friend for being with me (that he originally said he wanted to fight) or at me for being with other people while I let him live with me.
Before even being with me. He broke my (full) sister’s virginity when she was a waitress at a bar named Cheers. Claiming he had very little because he was in construction and wouldn’t be around long. Coming to our parent's apartment for a thermos of coffee the next morning. He denies this but I know it’s true. I filled the thermos and his name is too unique. Every time I heard it, I would ask if it was German. She quit the job when the boss put an ice cube down her shirt.
His other friend (Dean) who befriended my Stepfather (who I always called dad) years later. Also helped when we broke up. Taking all I owned and had bought out of the house into his truck. My ex keeping all of it even clothing as though they were trophies. Which I seen in his house. He invited me to, claiming to have my daughter’s bike. That I could come pick up. Trying to find away he knew I wouldn’t refuse to see him after the break up. I had forgotten his friend already gave it away. He sat like a king on his throne. Wanting to show me all he took. Wearing a jean jacket that wasn’t his, All the trinkets on his T.V. Along with belongings of my sister’s when she broke up with Keith Brown. Who’s brother was in hockey and got drafted one year that I know of. My daughter’s bike, Dean gave away to a kid on the street before pulling out and away moving him out. We moved to this place after an eviction caused by my ex’s racist opinion of my previous landlords.
The ex also tried to get me arrested during a drug bust everyone of his friends knew about and never went over. I called he knew I would I was going to bring him dinner and get a half quarter. He had placed a dime bag with residue of weed in it. I never smoke weed I know it was put in my wallet. I only smoked hash a two half quarters a month. Done as bottle tokes. I never went around or even touched weed it was too strong for me and made me crash to hard. I found it in my wallet and flipped out in my mind. I threw it behind the TV as all the cops were in the door’s hallway looking down at Him in the room. They even let him sit and eat the dinner I brought. He only told them not to bother with me after they had taken me into the bathroom for an incomplete strip search. Telling me to bring my son in who was in the stroller. Telling me I shouldn’t be around a drug dealer or have him around my son. Had me lift my shirt and show my bra. Not take it off and look if anything was put in it. I would think they make you remove it. It was a female officer they called in. He was home in an hour and never was arrested in connection to any of it. He was telling me that was his gay cousin that got the house, this Dunkin guy.
I believe this all had to do months earlier that also involved his father. Both were all decked out to the nines (bikers) as they met with me and my Stepfather. My dad claimed this was a friend he was having lunch with. Who I never before or after with seen with my father. Months later he was looking like shit. Claiming he had been robbed when asked why his place was so sparse. He also pretended he didn’t know who I was and needed confirmation of me. At least this is the story they went with when a mutual friend (Scott Peters brother of the machete driver) claimed he had to personally meet me. This was when I offered for him to stay with me, him saying he had to pay back money, big mistake. I walked in on a grim scene that I really don’t think I would have made it out of if I never made the offer. He also upon moving in with me made it a point to tell Don and Louise (his close friends) they were back in business. Not the Don and Louise I knew from my step sister.
My guess is Scott Peters who always had a GF and initialized the second sexual encounter. I did not even want to bother with as his mother scared the crap out of me. Who’s two younger kids had a motorcycle dad that visited she also was heavy into coke (not the soda). The younger son years later would steal all my brothers video games. Then as an adult tell me about how the coke burned the shit out of his nasal cavities. She made comment about me, didn’t want me in his room and pressed on about his girlfriend in front of me. Who years later when dating the ex was told by him about the Karaoke of the Judds “Grampa” at a bar with him where the performance had the whole place dancing as he was in awe. Took me to a bar in the Knob Hill plaza strip at Brimley and Eglinton. Where she screamed out and raised my hand at the table like we were best buds saying it was me and I should go up and sing. I had not put my name in she did and they called out along the lines of the Bitch is next. Where we all left a bit intoxicated but the soon to be ex ( should have been way sooner) pretended to be sleeping at the end of the plaza against a wall. Where I was walking along and seen him after. Where I said oh he’ll wake up and come home later to her. I was screaming out to her what she should do about the guy she was staring at all night. Who slept with my teenage friend’s friends. That all adored and crushed on her bother. Scott who I believe got mad when returning the braid to me after a sexual encounter with his brother. There was never a conversation about being any of their GF’s. I think went to the later to be ex’s house and asked I be hurt or worse. Then the father’s met due to my step dad’s first marriage to Theresa. Who’s youngest, my step sister commented on the connection to bikers. She’s up north now and a Born Again Christian calling herself Abigail. Her sister doesn’t and won’t talk to her stating she’s crazy.
I believe from the looks of him later when he pretended not to know me, having Scott insist and get me over to his place where his connection was present. Bullshit he wasn’t told about our whole family. Said he was robbed to validate the same sparse place below the stores in the plaza. Where he told my sister months before he was only there for the weekend and had to travel again for work in construction. He knew who we all were or how else do you explain the animosity he had for my half sister (by my step dad)? I think he back then all snazzy before the “robbery,” that was really being “STRIPPED” of everything. Who I’m guessing slept with strippers and prostitutes by the reaction of my partner later. When contracting strep throat that was left and not done anything about until it was visible huge thick crystals on the back of his throat (not even the same). Screamed at me when getting back from the doctors. The only time he went to one the whole time we were together. To scream out I gave him mono and contracted it from the ex he knew his whole life as they were all friends as kids along Ionview. He said this before getting test results back confirming it was only strep throat. Even Brian lived on the same streets they all knew him too. The ex partner commented that Brian and his family were the weird ones in the area.
The ex partner tried to confirm by reddening my face around my mouth right side that was rubbed raw several months later during the summer. I believe while I slept. That I went to the hospital for Justin with and had the mark. I believe it was given to me just before going. It never was on my face before at any time. I never had it or gave it to previous partners. The nurse during Sars in Oshawa ripped my face mask off to see it while I was in the room with my son. His asthma was not looked after properly by the sister of his dad on a visit. His family was also recording me in his mother’s house. Confirmed on several occasions by things only said by me in the house. I have had about 3 complete medical work ups on all STD’s (OF WHICH I WAS GIVEN A CLEAN BILL OF HEALTH). While at my daughter’s years later after she had her kids. At a hospital at Humber where the nurse claimed I could not get the results from the lab in the hospital (YEAH RIGHT). As the administration was trying to get me to get them from my family doctor and had this lab tech. tell me to get them from him. I was now living in the West End and the doctor they were talking about was the one from Scarborough. That I was in the processes of transferring to an office close by my parents after moving to Oak St.
Another time he forced me into the ambulance at Dunsdale with my son’s asthma he could have just gone instead given my upset state. He did it on purpose trying to get them to do something. All they did was tell him I was going in and out of it (a psychosis according to them). Where he screamed and yelled at me for sending Justin to the ambulance with a book. Of which I grabbed trying to read and calm him and getting him to take slow deep breaths for the attack no one would find the puffer for. Amanda would not and could not find it and Andrew refused to come in the house for over an hour to find it while he was in an attack. We returned to find the puffer on a shelf in the living room in plain sight.
Dean a person who wanted me online even way back then. Telling me I needed a computer. When he stopped by to see us once at the house before the break up. I knew nothing of computers then and seen no need for one. They had a plan even then. In a house where the person renting the basement (another friend). Loudly voiced his opinion that I was abusing my children. Where the only bruise from any physical contact was on my 2 year old from this ex. I asked him to watch my kids while I helped my (half) sister with grocery shopping. When we were living in the second home. He was angry and didn’t want me to go. He smacked my son for going poo in his diaper. Leaving a purple outline of his hand print on his behind. You have to hit pretty hard to do that. Took it off and spread the feces on the wall claiming my son did it. Never had he ever done that before and it never happened at all later. This caused my son to be delayed in speech for another two years. Locked my daughter out so she could not talk to her brother. Needless to say we broke up shortly afterward. He was also aggressive to me on two separate occasions. However this ex had once before crapped in his own pants and also wiped it all over a fence. So he was known for this sick behavior. This ex also claimed his house on Ionview was stolen by gay cousins.
An ex who thought he was real smart in the way he was playing me. Starting as soon as we met. Acting as though he did not know who I was. Upon moving in, with can I bring my fish tank? Not even at his previous place where this robbery happened. A robbery he stated was a cocaine party were his friends ripped him off. That was the only reason I offered to have him stay with me. His friends wouldn’t have the balls to rip him off. Telling me how he felt about me (no doubt) when claiming his fish was a Clown Dyke and an Oscar. When in actuality it was a knife not dyke (said on purpose).
Dean always acting peculiar around me. Like less then five times I seen this idiot and he would act like he knew something secretive. With a shit eating grin. My ex then just as much of an actor as my partner was when my children were abducted. Dean who I also believe made that fake picture of a Playboy Bunny with my name and birthdate and who spread rumors of me being a guy. Who I also accused of manipulating my computer. I sent an e-mail to Best Buy with my concerns at my parents place. I hope it got his girlfriend fired. She worked there and to me it was obvious what they did. Shortly after my Stepdad informed me of his last name. He also said Dean’s girlfriend was angry with me. That she was pregnant and wanted to fight me. I had done literally nothing to this person and had never met her. What got her so angry? Dean also had my father confront me about Sam who owned the pool hall. Trying to tell me Sam (then dead) was dealing cocaine. What a doosy of a lie. Sam actually placed a phone call to the Owner of the strip mall to have my soon to be ex evicted before I even met him.
People in his “group” later deposited themselves in my families life after the meeting with my father. The mother (now dead) of my soon to be sister’s boyfriend (fake Newfie accent included). Blatantly asked me if I had been molested by my father. I had never before seen the woman. In a bar of all places. Soon after her son started dating my (full) sister who is now dead from Lung Cancer. Pretending he wasn’t at my ex’s birthday party years prior. Trying to tell me it was his twin brother. I seen his brother and no they do not look alike nor are they twins. A birthday party that had a slew of people I had never seen in the two years living with him, odd for friends. Also has my sister’s children. When I was told he could not even have contact with his previous children. Who I believe should be investigated for abuse of those children. He is bathing his daughters past the age of 12 and talking to them about pubic hair and using Nair in their private regions. Claiming the oldest has talked to him about it and doesn’t want the hair and that he bathes them because they waste the shampoo. All of which is very inappropriate. Even telling my sister he was molested by his Stepdad I believe were all lies. My dad also dead now from Lung Cancer not the Lymphoma Non Hodgkin’s had while I was in College. Told me my uncle (dead now from Cancer and it wasn’t from a previous problem returning) would be playing at the bar so I went to listen (Thomas Duffin). To have this woman say this nonsense. Exactly why would this even be said to a complete stranger?
What was said to my ex and his father in that meeting? What was that meeting even about? You can bet it pissed off my ex. He had to seek revenge. For what I don’t know. He also a year or so later said his dad was dead and he had a Stepdad named Bob (had the same birthdate as mine). Who I met once along with his mother. Who sat very far apart from each other for newlyweds. After I pointed out to him that I remembered him from the bar where both our parents talked outside and my son was under a year at the time. My dad asked me to bring him (son) along. Where my ex to be made fun of my son over his diaper (my child wasn’t complaining about) never had a rash to speak of either. While at his parents he actually accused me of wanting his step dad. He’s the clown.
As people online, on AOL were happy about messing with my family and ruining marriages boasting when they had succeeded in doing it repeatedly as I lived in that basement apartment.
My thoughts are they heard about my bio dad’s family in that meeting. My Stepdad hated that GOOF. They had some plan that got interrupted by this news. Tried to confirm it with the lady they had ask me that question. Felt years later they had been had and sought to have me in that barren place below some stores a while later with this robbery story. I believe made up on the spot.
Not really my problem. They all became one though. That still carry on to this day. Most recently taking a picture of me in my building to ensure I was the Jennifer they wanted. After my son caused a scene and questions were asked about the “new” tenants. Rick (lives on my floor) with his Harley Davidson mask, pretending that he was just taking one because they didn’t allow dogs (Tess) in a common area. Is what he said when I confronted him. Only after twice having his phone pointed at me. He has lived in the building for years before I arrived. There was no reason for him to complain now. He was trying to take the picture in the elevator too but people got in the way. Drawing attention to himself, openly frustrated. This picture did not include his dog at all. Or the signs that were on the door of the common area. It’s Covid and the only time the room is open is for the food bank he never goes to. Meals that are given out he never signs up for. Ambulance presence once or so a month for the community to ask questions. I’ve yet to see him participate in. Damn Panty Sniffers.
I think Rick was informed he’s now trying to be friendly again.