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More on the calls they placed. Before even involving C.C.A.S which I feel was done because a previous plan on calling Social Services did not work. It did result in them claiming gout was no longer considered a special diet. I said aloud many things that made it sound as though I was taking advantage of the system. Shortly after I was called into a meeting. Where a worker that wasn’t mine was filling in just for this. She came off with severe attitude but had not looked into my file at all. This was all reaction, proving again they were interfering with my life. Everything that was asked showed contradiction. I was on Ontario Works and volunteering at my children’s school. A requirement for the money that previously was cut on all cheques. I had already handed in my resume. I had already gone to their program at Gateway. I was in no way on paper what I had said in my home. This frustrated the “crew.” They could not stop. It was a mission. The next being taking my children. Scott Peters actually telling me he was going to get my daughter in person. To which I told him, no you’re not.
Later Social Services denied my request to go through The Independent Learning Center for my G.E.D. They instead wanted me to go to a place called C.A.R.E.S they claimed was better. It was not and was new. Which is now an English as a second Language site. The things going on physically with me at the time was medically no laughing matter except to the “crew.” Let me remind everyone, only months prior I was in College and doing everything under the sun for my children. No mental illness even being thought of. Instead the agency was thinking I had a superb criminal mind and somehow knew things I shouldn’t have. They were under the impression they would be taking the children of an idiot. Only because of what was being said about me, daily.
This place was run by a couple with minimal experience. Claiming to help with G.E.D.’s. They did no such thing. People there had taken the test several times and failed. It was more a drop-in center that reported to Social Services if you did not attend and about addictions. They didn’t help with addictions either. They wanted to change my resume which was already professionally done from a credited place. I told them it was symmetrical and what type it was. The person said oh I’ve never heard you use a word like that before.
Their apparent computer classes were run by someone who just wanted to know the answer to my yahoo security question. Yelling at me “Who is the Friend.” Before I went to him with anything. They wanted this for my mailing list and to erase the people from AOL names I had compiled there. The group there seemed to be just a bunch of friends with addictions. No professionals, no qualifications. Their computer classes were a joke. I had been to the Toronto School of Business and taken many classes. I needed nothing from this group.
The same artwork was on the walls as the Just For Today program. Apparently the lawyer wished them success and gifted them the artwork when they opened. With a 10,000.00 gift from the woman’s parents. No one there was qualified to teach. With actual skills offered like the Independent Learning Centre. It was a CON. These people who ran it came right from the Just for Today. The lawyer was apparently back after I left. I guess now he was back to giving legal advice. Hilarious? not! C.A.R.E.S. turn out rate was low. Had I not got the book from Coles “Barron’s GED test Canadian Edition” and worked on my own. A book I left for the people who were miserable because they had failed again. I would never have passed.
Everyone there reacted to the garbage I typed online or said aloud. One person the apparent Janitor claimed my 20 dollars I lost. Saying it was his. I handed it over thinking it was someone else’s. Found on the stairs as I came up from the store in the plaza at lunch break. I went home that day to discover he had lied. Did not lose any money and it was from my back pocket and had fallen out on my way out.
The people in the Estate of my father were angry. The landlord upstairs thinking she was waking me up for the appointment by banging on the ceiling and stopping when I moved. I was awake and tested the theory of if they could see me. They could. I laid awake and moved a bit and they stopped. Didn’t move for awhile for the stomping to start again. On the day they wanted me in for mediation. This really angered them. They pretended to make an appointment with me for math help at C.A.R.E.S. To which they had me wait in the room at the center for an hour and a half. Reported some sort of trouble. Had me wait longer to teach me this lesson. Made me reschedule. I really didn’t care in the slightest. I had no hopes of getting actually taught. I did no such thing in the Estate and wrote all I felt in an e-mail to David Smith so he could represent me in my absence. The actual David Smith of Hull and Hull. Not the son who gave me David’s card as his own. The person who was supposed to help with math. When finally meeting, did not and could not help. I wasn’t even asking for help. I was asked what I was struggling with and replied to have this person tell me oh so and so can help you he’s good with that. He also failed the G.E.D. and had alcohol on his breath. He was actually, who I left my book with telling him to share it when he was done. Alcohol was also the couple’s who founded the place’s problem or at least that of her husband who did my intake.
After I wrote the person who headed the computer classes was cute online. Already knowing he had a girlfriend and a child. I went to the place to have someone from there as I stood at the front desk. Making humping motions behind my back at me which he thought I didn’t see. Laughing and humping for the entertainment of the group gathered around.
Years later while I was at Orton Park and had moved from the stores where I lived with my kids and my parents until a call that landed me at Family Residence. To have a place where this happened. They told a security guard who worked for No Frills on Kingston Road that I had said he was cute online. They also talked about my mental health they created. He was livid and the information caused him to attack a person unstable in front of me pushing him to the ground and screaming at him that he needed to take his medication for which he was fired. I seen him plenty of times and he seemed like a nice person that met with the elderly crew that came for socializing and coffee at McDonald’s (before the new construction now). I did not expect what happened at all. I never spoke to him at all. I did envy the friendship. I had none, no one. He never struck me at all like the monster I seen him turned into that day.
I know they also talked to my dentist. A family practice my Stepfather went to and told me about. The wife had passed away and her office down the hall left untouched. The father was my dentist at first and they switched accordingly. It didn’t bother me. I mentioned the son in law was cute online. Saying my dentist was. This caused some sort of uproar at the office. Making them uncomfortable to work with me. I even had the daughter as a dentist. Not one appointment verified me scared of needles. I didn’t care who was doing my teeth or who I said was easy on the eyes. I was there to get my teeth done not find a date or make passes at anyone. Not to mention the doctors they spoke to.
I was talked about nonstop. Followed and harassed. I was not at all like the landlord’s Down Syndrome daughter of the basement apartment. I did not need supervision. I did not need a guardian. I did not need someone to look after my finances. I did not need anyone thinking they needed to look out for me. Which this was not. I did not need anyone looking after me medically. I did not need stores, appointments, classes interfered with. I had not been taken to court. No one had Power of Attorney over me. There was never a Competency Hearing.
This again angered me and I again while living at Orton Park wanted to take legal action. I mentioned taking my computer into the police for cyber crimes. This was when even though years before, I was getting close to verifying my suspicions. Was told by my partner that Norm was no longer around and had moved away and could not fix anymore computers. The plan was to get me to use the inheritance for a computer they could seriously get to and have use of as a server among other things.
They knew I was on to them. After a party with people connected to each other and knew the ex (that was in the previous meeting with my Dad). Like a cousin (of driver on the machetes trip) that knew my son at school. Came and ransacked my home and broke the power cord to my computer at a house party, I wasn’t home for that my son threw. This was the 3000.00 dollar computer from best buy. That had manipulations and additions to it right from the store as I waited for over an hour for geek squad to apparently get ready. Dean’s girlfriend worked at Best buy where I bought my system. I wrote to the store while at my parents on Eglinton. Don’t try to tell me this isn’t a HATE CRIME.
My ex-partner came over and offered to take it to Norm. I wasn’t thinking about the years before when he told me he wasn’t around anymore. He took it and never brought it back. Said Norm could not fix it. He was visiting on Tuesdays after we had broke up. A short time later things were over and those visits stopped. I know he is fully apart of this all. I believe when the ex showed up with the machetes that he knew he would be and took a very long time to come home that day as I hid under the bed. I believe he knew it all and they all got together frequently. I know now he just wanted to take the computer and make it so I could not turn it into police.
I wonder if any of them worked in Cancer research? Food for thought. I know they are in the cigarette business.