The green "BUTTON TEXT" next to my picture is a link to a Youtube video with audio of me talking to Trooper Pavone from Perry County State Police AFTER Stacy Nybeck of Perry County Transportation Authority (PCTA) called them and said I was suicidal which was an outright LIE!!! Click on the "Button Text" after this page gets done loading and after you hear Jim, a driver for PCTA, YELLING his head off at me like a crazy man. The link for that audio is below but it will start playing automatically. Sorry this page is not too well put together but I am not a website developer :-)
Perry County Transportation Authority Howe Township State Police Holy Spirit Hospital The Meadows UCBH Universal Community Behavioral Health aka The Meadows of Centre County Mental Institution
I FEEL LIKE I HAVE ENTERED THE TWILIGHT ZONE
AFTER HAVING MOVED INTO NEWPORT, PA OF PERRY COUNTY
Link above is of Jim, one of the Perry County Transportation Authority ( PCTA) drivers, going off at me in a very vicious and disturbing manner.
I just had a very bad appointment at TJ Ponessa Associates. Their Russian psychiatrist was over a half hour late and I needed an hour for the evaluation that was scheduled. He was dismissive and had attitude. I expressed my dismay and left without getting a full one hour for the evaluation as PCTA is very stringent about people being outside and waiting for the bus to pick them up or you will be left behind. I needed an evaluation to document that my mental issues of depression and lethargy were not from anything personal in my life but rather from the mold in the apartment building where it's basement was massively flooded by a burst pipe for several days with no mold remediation done to dry it out and from the methane sulfide gas that kept coming into my apartment from the downstair's tenant's busted sewage pipe as I was going to sue the landlord...after I broke/dislocated my ankle due to hazardous conditions he caused in the stairwell. I was not depressed over this to the extent that I'd have to sleep all day or feel as I did.
I called two people to complain about the psychiatrist as I was trying to get another appointment for another psychiatrist so I could get a case manager to help me. The second person I called was Amy, a receptionist for the Perry County Department of Aging. I repeated, very quietly as I didn't want to draw attention to my conversation, what I had already told the first person and the next thing I know this Jim guy just starts YELLING HIS HEAD OFF AT ME and ORDERING ME TO GET OFF THE CELL PHONE BECAUSE HE WAS TIRED OF HEARING ABOUT IT!
I was taken aback. He never indicated I was loud or bothering him. AND I WAS EXTREMELY QUIET as I was EMBARRASSED and didn't want people to hear! Later I called Amy and asked the gentleman behind me if I was loud or out of line and both stated I was not.
I decided to get my recording device out and audio record some of the things that transpired. First, he wanted to put a seat belt on me but I politely refused as I'm a rape victim and I don't need some strange man touching me. Second, he did not offer to put the seat belts on any of the male passengers he picked up after me. He did however buckle a middle aged woman in who seemed more than capable to do so herself After picking me up he referred to me as "Honey" and asked if it was okay for him to call me that. I didn't see anything really wrong about it and said it was okay but in hindsight I think he's a sexist pig. So after he yelled his head off at me in a very vicious and intimidating manner, I grabbed my recording device and audio recorded the above in a very quiet tone and in Hungarian so he wouldn't know I was talking about him.
I believe he was so intent on listening in on what I was saying, in a different language and at a whisper, that he got off the two South bound lanes and into the two left turning South bound lanes (four lanes \\l l) and he was all the way to the furthest left side of the 4 lanes. Once he realized that he was at the wrong exit, the PCTA driver, who was at a dead stop, ILLEGALLY crossed two lanes as he veered to the right trying to get back onto the road he got off from with NO REGARD to the oncoming traffic as he began SCREAMING AT ME which I captured as I was recording. When he did this you can hear me say "Oh my God"(not in an excited tone) and then you hear a hoooooonk and I repeated myself saying "Oh my God!" again. The person honking narrowly averted rear ending us and traffic was swerving to avoid him from crashing into them as he tried to get back onto the two South bound lanes!!! I was able to look down at the driver's face in the car next to us and he looked fearful as this PCTA driver was inches away from side swiping him!
This JERK can be heard screaming his head off at me stating that "I" was distracting him and that he was calling headquarters to get me off the bus!!! You hear me in a calm tone stating we almost got hit by oncoming traffic and that he was dialing his cell phone while driving and not looking to see if it was safe to get back into the lane he had just exited off of).
He was waving his cell phone at me while making eye contact with me. I was sitting in the first or second seat back on the passenger, right side so he had to rubberneck to look at me! HE WAS NOT WATCHING THE ROAD AHEAD OF HIM WHILE PEOPLE ARE AVERTING HITTING US HE'S DIALING HIS CELL PHONE AND YELLING AND LOOKING AT ME!!! At some point he yells:
"LADY, YOU DON'T NEED A PSYCHIATRIST, YOU NEED BITCH SLAPPED!"
The gentleman behind me said he would report this the next day to PCTA's director. Her name is Stacey Nybeck.
I think we were on 11/15 South or Carlisle Pike and on our way to Dr. Unger's office. We might have even been on Simpson or Trindle. I believe there were two left turn lanes and two south bound lanes right next to each other. but I wasn't paying much attention to the road. Someone else on the bus I'm sure would know exactly where all this occurred.
Once at Unger's facility, he picked up a lady and put the seat belt on her! He's supposed to offer to put the seat belt on both men and women and not just women.
He then got off the bus in a huff and began to behave in a highly agitated manner while talking to someone presumably at PCTA.
He then got back on the bus and yelled at me in a highly aggressive and rude manner "Because of you, everyone has to sit here and wait!" They were supposed to dispatch another bus. Interestingly the last passenger, the lady, did not ask if "I" had caused a disturbance but rather "Is it safe to be driven home by this driver?" to which we all said a unanimous NO!
Stacy Nybeck called and said she was coming out to pick me up personally and asked me to get off the bus and wait for her. She said the driver would then drive the others home. I told her it was NOT SAFE to allow him to drive as he was reckless and highly agitated. She disregarded my warning. I was no longer on the bus to "allegedly" cause a distraction yet this driver immediately SMACKED INTO A LARGE TREE LIMB making the tree CRACK loudly! The passengers on the bus are witnesses to that. I can imagine how scared they felt to be driven home by this crazy acting Perry County Transportation Authority driver!!! I called Nybeck and she blew that off as well!!!
Neibeck did damage control from the moment she picked me up till she dropped me off. I don't think she was too happy that I repeated this incident to Larry Rice from Perry County Department of Aging as he told me he would be calling her to ask if it was safe to have his elderly clientele ride with her company.
Three to four days later, I called to ask if they transported to Lewistown. I did not hear back from them that day so I stopped in on Sept 18, 2014 and spoke with Stacey. She said she was about to call me and had paperwork for me to fill out for mileage reimbursement as I had a vehicle and she thought I should be using that instead of their buses. I told her my vehicle was on it's last leg and not safe to drive as it acted up if I drove too far. She still persisted on trying to get me to drive my unsafe vehicle by telling me I could see local doctors! I balked at that because I have Gateway Assured Insurance which is cheap/crappy government insurance and you had to look high and far for good providers. I then asked if she was trying to dissuade me from using her bus transportation service because of what happened with her driver and if she was taking his side.
SHE THEN WENT INTO A MAJOR DEFENSIVE MODE AND ASKED HER RECEPTIONIST TO DIAL 911 BECAUSE I WAS THREATENING TO KILL MYSELF OR COMMIT SUICIDE!!! REALLY??? I ordered her receptionist to not touch the phone because I never said any such thing! Nybeck and I had a long conversation a few days earlier and she knows my view on the afterlife (I fear the afterlife. With as bad as my life is on Earth, there's no guarantee the afterlife is any better so I'd never kill myself because at least here on Earth I have some control over my life vs. jumping into the unknown) so this was total bullshit and in my opinion a way to SHUT ME UP from reporting her for putting all of the other people's lives in jeopardy after she was told this guy was going crazy and slammed into a tree limb after I was off the bus!
I walked out of the office and drove to the nearby Giant Grocery Store. I called Larry Rice to tell him what happened and he stated Stacy called him and stated she called the police! I called 911 and asked if they were looking for me. They said they wanted to talk to me and I asked they send the trooper inside the store where there were witnesses in a public place. I audio recorded that transaction. The cop left once he was assured no such thing was said or that I was wanting to harm myself or others.
Below is the audio/video of what transpired between me and Trooper Pavone inside the Giant Grocery Store. If you click on the Button Link at the very top of this page it will automatically take you to this YouTube link. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E1_2zWHi-Q&feature=youtu.be
An hour or so later, the cops showed up at my apartment with some cologne drenched stinky man who was either Mr. Buel or a Holy Spirit Hospital employee with a 302 warrant to take me away for evaluation! By law I MUST have been given the option to voluntarily commit myself. This was NOT done. If you listen to the video above, I was in the process of trying to be admitted to the Meadows and trying to get transportation so that I could get "evaluated" so I could get a case manager because I am under tremendous stress from having to deal with a slumlord, sewage gas odors that are making me sick, healing from a broken ankle and torn up shoulder that required extensive surgery. I'm all by myself with no help and was JUST trying to get a case worker and an evaluation because of the conditions in my apartment making me sick! My therapist Hilary Spease from Newport Counseling Center suggested I go there. That it was a really nice place. IT WAS A NIGHTMARE and Dr. Richman and his team/staff did NOT give me much time at all towards diagnosing or helping me. I'd be lucky if I got one hour from the psychiatrist and Jessica the therapist during the TWENTY DAYS that I was there!!! Everything that transpired at this corrupt UHS psychiatric facility is documented in my journals and there were SEVERAL patients that were just as disgruntled as I was and they gave me their names and numbers willingly, they weren't coerced like Richman is trying to paint his story and I have hand written complaint notes with signatures from the patients. This place needs investigated.
Shortly after I got out there were news articles about these corrupt UHS facilities lying about patient's frames of mind to illegally keep them locked up as an insurance fraud scam which several of these places got fined by the government over. I tried to complain but the government assigned agencies in my area are just as corrupt!
Once the Perry County State Police had the ambulance transport me from my apartment to Holy Spirit Hospital, the doctor barely gave me 5-8 minutes to diagnose me. From that it was deemed that I was suicidal, delusional and hallucinating. "People are out to get her" "People are trying to poison her" and that I was delusional and hallucinating the sewage and insecticide odors!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? I had the wherewithal to bring my very large and packed suitcase with legal documents, pictures of conditions, newspaper articles where I'm on the front page headline about the conditions in my apartment (along with other tenants testimonies) and the borough not inspecting this slumlord's property as required by law, etc but I'm delusional? CORRUPTION!
I filled out an information release form at this corrupt Holy Spirit Hospital and this woman from Crisis (?) called Cassi called Tami Halstead, the supervisor of Newport's Codes Officer, who told her that she too smelled the insecticide and that everything I complained about at my slumlord's apartment, that she saw, was true and she had no reason to not believe me!
Holy Spirit ILLEGALLY 302 committed me anyway! I NEVER said I was suicidal and I NEVER attempted to harm myself or others! BOTH must have been done within the past 30 days under Pennsylvania Law 5100.86 (d). Also, I am certainly capable of taking care of myself as my apartment was clean, tidy, organized, bed made and fridge stocked with two home cooked meals in pots and containers that I had just made! There are photographs of that, that my friends Joanie and Rob took while watching my cats and I videotaped when I got home ; -) I'm 5'9" and weigh 168 pounds and am not emaciated. My bills are paid and I am very capable of taking care of my affairs. I am just overwhelmed from having broken my ankle and torn my rotator cuff up due to hazardous conditions at the landlords apartment!
After Holy Shit hospital 302 committed me. The Meadows UHS of Centre County perpetuated the bullshit mental diagnoses and 303 & 304b'd me. Dr. Richman totally misdiagnosed me as did his team. I suspect this is some kind of an insurance scam or something just as evil. I had a briefcase full of legal documents along with evidential audios and photographs and paperwork which I showed Dr. Richman and several of his staff yet they disregarded all of it and perpetuated the lie that I was delusional and hallucinating! Richman did speak with Newport Borough Council Member Tami Halstead who is the Zoning/Codes Enforcement Officers supervisor. Below is her email which she sent me:
Tami Halstead 231 Market St Newport, PA 17074
October 15, 2014
To Whom Concerned:
In September 2014, I had to opportunity to accompany Eva Ordo to her apartment to look at the conditions she was living in on 2nd ST, in Cory Fleisher’s building. The first place Eva and I looked at were the garages which had items stored in them. The condition of the inside the garages were items in disarray. The middle bay had black plastic covering all the windows so I was unable to verify what was in that center garage. I did request the following Monday, Rick Miller, Code Enforcement Officer that he add that to the list of items to inspect.
We next went into the lower part of the building on the first floor where Eva has items stored. Upon entering the room it smelled to me like insecticide had been sprayed. Years ago when we bought our first home we suspected termites may have been in our wood framing so we had Terminex come out monthly and spray for one year. To me that room had the same smell when we entered. The room also has many items that had water damage to them. Eva opened a suitcase and there was a large amount of mold growing inside the suitcase. The mold was “fluffy” for lack of a better description almost as cotton balls. I had never seen mold like that. There were water marks on the cardboard boxes where water had been in that first floor. Ceiling tile was missing. The remaining crushed pieces of tile, that were in the ceiling, were now partially dissolved and matted on the floor. Some of the pieces of the tile were like a paste that covered some of Eva’s belongs and a piece of furniture. Water had caused the damage from overhead I was told by Eva. We went around the corner to the kitchen area. A five gallon, red bucket was in the ceiling. We heard a slow drip, drip, drip coming from over the edge of the bucket that was up in the ceiling. That bucket in the ceiling was a danger to possibly fall on some ones head. There was a pile of debris on the floor where the water was dripping out of the bucket and hitting the floor.
What was also amazing to me was we came to a bathroom. The bathroom commode was clean, the floor clean and walls. I flushed the commode to see if there was water in it and it flushed. The bathroom was a completely difference area than the whole area of the down stairs. The bathroom floor was also clean and looked as if the whole bathroom could have just been redone.
We could not go into the basement as it had a separate lock. Eva had the key to the downstairs where her things are stored but not the basement.
We next went upstairs. The stair well was incredibly dirty. The carpet is old and nasty. The metal strips in some areas on the steps are not flat onto the steps. This could create tripping hazards. At the top of the stair case there was 2 balusters missing beside each other that created a 10 inch or so opening at the top of the staircase. I added this to the list of items to be addressed by the Codes Enforcement Officer Rick Miller.
We came to Eva’s apartment. She asked me if I would mind removing my shoe to come inside her apartment. I had no problem with that and did at her request. I have been to India many times and we remove our shoes before entering homes. They do not like the filth from outside entering their homes.
Eva showed me her refrigerator. Cold air is blowing out the top of the freezer door as the door is cracked. She explained as only half of the freezer worked. She showed me where ice cream melted. The refrigerator itself is dripping inside on her food. Water leaks out of the bottom of the refrigerator. She has plastic on the floor to catch the water that runs out of the refrigerator. Eva’s stove has one burner that works. The light on the oven is blinking. The oven inside looked rusted. She showed me the stove element that sparked and burned out and the pan that it blew through when the element blew. The electrical plug does not work by the stove and the hood fan does not work above the stove. I am very concerned about the stove and refrigerator as she needs safe food to eat.
Under the kitchen sink is a hole in the wall. She could get mice through that area. I did not see any present that day. On the balcony her trash can had mice droppings and a strong smell of ammonia that comes from urine.
There were signs of water marks on the wall in the kitchen that water had come down from the ceiling at some point. She said the roof had been leaking. In another room that she uses for storage the ceiling paint is bubbled from moisture. The bathroom is missing the molding along the floor. The tub and shower needs caulking. Eva stated she smells cigarettes smoke and marijuana smoke from down stairs coming up through the floor from the downstairs apartment in her bathroom. Nothing was detectable at my visit. Also Eva has stated many times of smelling sewage odor in her apartment in the bathroom and the kitchen sink. Upon my visit today none was currently noticeable. Eva did not smell the sewage odor at that time of my visit either. I had no way of seeing under her tub to see if there were any leaks. In the past there was major water leaking into the downstairs apartment from Eva’s apartment bathroom she told me. I also added to the list for the Codes Enforcement Officer, Rick Miller to inspect the apartment below for water leaks and damage.
The back porch area had boards that are deteriorating and need some repair work. Eva and I checked for sewer vent pipes outside. I found one pipe but was not sure what it was.
Secondly, a week or so later, Eva called me and asked me to speak to Dr Craig Richmond (814)364-2161. I was able to reach Dr Richmond by phone. I discussed with Dr Richmond the conditions at Eva’s apartment. I was able to verify the above mentioned items at Eva’s apartment. I additionally told Dr Richmond that I could not verify all of Eva’s complaints but that I had no reason to doubt her on the other issues because everything she had told us at council meetings I saw for myself that they were true. Eva is not hallucinating any of the above mentioned conditions in her apartment that I have verified. I told him, I could not verify the sewage odor as it was not present at my visit but, I did smell what seemed like to me insecticide in the first floor “store” room.
I believe that Eva’s living conditions are impeding her from recovering for any other areas in her life she is having difficulty in. Living in these conditions is depressing. Eva had also not been feeling well and I hope that you can help her to become well.
Dr Richmond became agitated at one point in our conversation. He suggested that Eva needs to have better relations with other people and not try to sue them. I said I hope you can help her during her stay as she has some under lying issues.
Lastly, I am not a doctor and have no license to diagnosis any physical or psychological medical conditions. I am a public official and my concern is with the health safety and welfare of the individuals in our community. I am hoping that the issues that I have seen, between Eva and her landlord will be corrected for herself and for all the occupants’ welfare that are in the building that Eva lives in.
Though I signed record release forms for others Richman did not bother to speak with them, NOT EVEN the couple that took care of my cats and smelled the sewage odor!!! Mind you I was COMMITTED FOR Hallucinating Sewage and Insecticide odors! I signed a release form for Joan and Rob Eckard so that they could validate I was not delusional or hallucinating as they too smelled the sewage odor I have been complaining about WHICH Newport Borough’s Fire Chief Kerstetter (?) blew off testing for. Fire Departments are supposed to have sulfide/methane type testing kits.
Below is the email from my friend Joan who, between her and her husband, took care of my cats while I was gone.
I first met Eva in 1981, when I briefly dated her brother. We reconnected more recently through a mutual friend. We became Facebook friends, and when posted that she needed help moving, I offered to help because I drive a pickup truck. That move was so stressful, I thought if I were in her position I was afraid I might be suicidal. She told me, however, that she would never consider suicide because she doesn't trust the afterlife to be any better, and believes that if she committed suicide it would be worse.
When she called to tell me she was in the mental hospital, I volunteered to take care of her cats. She mentioned smelling sewer odors, so I was trying to see if I could smell it when I walked into the building. All the way up the steps, all I could smell were cigarettes and garbage, even though there wasn't any currently in the stairwell. When I went into the apartment, it was clean, the bed was made, and there weren't even dirty dishes in the sink. While my husband was helping me with the cats, he rinsed a plastic mat in the bathtub. After he did that, we could smell the sewer odor in the bedroom. It seemed to come up from a small hole in the corner of the room.
The refrigerator seemed to be well stocked, and the kitchen clean and organized.
If you have any questions, please send me email at [email protected] or [email protected]. I may also be reached by phone at 717-763-xxxx or 717-497-xxxx.
Below are two letters from two very dear old friends. One is a famous radio DJ with a reputation to maintain and the other a dear friend that has known me for a very long time and is very aware of my travails. Richman and his team blew these two friends off as well and never bothered to contact them!
This letter is to serve as a letter of support for my dear friend Eva Ordo. It is my understanding that there has been some concern for her emotional and physical well being.
I have known Eva for more than 20 years. I've been aware of her for even longer. I first became acquainted with her through her work as a clothing designer. She specializes in stage clothing for musicians and other types of performers. It had been a goal of mine to be in the physical shape, and possess that career stature befitting of one wearing her creations.
As creatives, our paths crossed, and we became fast friends. I have always found Eva to be compassionate, the type of person to stick up for the underdog. She has always portrayed herself in a kind and loving light. I have never seen her act irresponsibly. I never seen her in an altered state of consciousness or with impaired sobriety. I've found her to be level headed, and logical. I've never had to talk her out of a situation that I felt would be frivolous, or not in her best interest. She has always maintained a cool head.
She has exhibited grace under pressure after being dealt a series of blows that would have made lesser people crumble. She was incarcerated unjustly, sexually assaulted, and has seen her places of residence in a constant state of turmoil as a result of less than scrupulous property managers and landlords/ Eva keeps to herself, and does not go in search of trouble. I know her to be non confrontational to a fault. She will suffer inconvenience and wrongdoing, and will not speak up until it is absolutely unbearable for her to tolerate another moment. She is not a whiner, or a pot stirrer.
I want to clarify that in the 20 plus years that I have known Eva, I have seen her weather an inordinate amount of frustration. But I have never, at any time seen her engage in talk or behavior that left me concerned for her safety, or the safety of those around her. I have been a member of the Harrisburg broadcast community for nearly 30 years. I take my credibility very seriously. I want it to be known that I would not jeopardize my credibility, or perform a disservice to Eva by vouching for her character and stability if I didn't believe 100% that Eva is cognizant, rational and of no threat to herself and the people around her.
She is a very dear, kind hearted person who has had to deal with a lion's share of frustration, and setbacks, and has managed despite her circumstances and surroundings to be a positive influence in my life, as well as a dear friend. I hope this clears up any possible ambiguity regarding mental and/or emotional faculties.
Kindest Regards,
Michael Anthony Smith www.facebook.com/thisismike2 http://www.river973.com/pages/mas.html http://www.reverbnation.com/michaelanthonysmith
I am writing this email/letter on behalf of my very dear and valuable friend, Eva Ordo, who has expressed concerns to me that some one has attempted to classify her as "suicidal'. Anyone at any time can shock you and end their life, such as Robin Williams did, and it may be someone that you socialize with and you sadly say to yourself, "If only I had known, suspected, seen signs, maybe I could have said or did something to change their mind." This has never, in the almost 20 years I've known Eva Ordo, been a concern to me! Unfortunately, I've never known anyone with more REASONS to do so, but throughout everything this woman has been through, I have never once witnessed any thing even close to her taking her own life, but just the opposite, I've seen her struggle and fight for her right to live humbly, happily and peacefully, many times, despite the debilitating odds. Frankly, I was shocked that anyone could or would consider Eva Ordo suicidal! In fact, Eva Ordo is my own inspiration that sometimes assists me in attempting to better my mood and life when I have too much on my plate to handle!
Eva is very intelligent, she very thoroughly thinks things through, including any consequences before taking any action in any matter. I have never known her to act out of order, or without cause.
What also impresses me and genuinely touches my heart about Eva is that no matter how much turmoil her own life seems to be in, she has always sat aside her own misfortunes to give or to lend to someone else in need. This is a very rare breed!
I sincerely pray that this unjust, erroneous label of suicidal is removed and cleared up from Eva's life. Clearly, the woman has more than enough to deal with attempting to get her life in to habitable order and this would be at least one step in the right direction. I have considered that negative action has too often been taken and considered of Eva because of her unjust record of imprisonment. This is also one of the very unfortunate 'consequences' that Eva considers when taking action in any matter, and therefore I know positively that Eva would NOT stand up for what she believes to be fair and right if it wasn't JUST THAT--- FAIR and RIGHT!
Even though I told Richman I had people to back me up about not being suicidal and there were people who smelled the sewage and insecticide odors which he needed to talk to, to validate that I wasn’t hallucinating or being delusional but it made no difference to him.
After I was held against my will for 20 days, on October 08, 2014, INVOLUNTARILY, there was a second trial to 304b me in which Richman blew off the original reasons of why I was committed; (hallucinating and delusional, smelling sewage and poison odors) and he alleged that I had NEW DELUSIONS AND HALLUCINATIONS. I tried to get my public defender Stephan Flemming to find out WHAT these NEW delusions and hallucinations were but he too blew me off as he didn’t make Richman clarify what these NEW delusions and hallucinations were! I had a totally bogus, sham, mockery of a mental hearing at the Meadows in Centre County and my attorney Stephen Flemming did next to NOTHING to stand up for me. The Mental Health judge was a total bitch and the hearing was totally unfair and biased against me!
I have no idea what decisions were made or orders ordered as I was kept out of the loop and not read, explained or given my rights and/or they were not done in a timely manner.
For the very first hearing I had called and left two messages asking P.D. Flemming to show up one hour early to go through my evidence and he barely gave me ten minutes! The next hearing he was ten minutes late. NOTHING was used to DEFEND me!!! NOTHING! I was yelled at by the Mental Health judge at BOTH hearings and not allowed to speak or defend myself!
After the 1st hearing, I had to ask for help from a Centre County Court office lady who intervened on my behalf and phoned P.D. Flemming and got him to file something in court because he wasn’t returning my calls or bothered to file anything but it was not worth the paper it was written on. I got totally railroaded!
I am looking for attorneys to sue all of the above as well as the State Police for involuntarily committing me for TWENTY DAYS in a mental facility. BY LAW A PERSON IN PENNSYLVANIA MUST HAVE CAUSED HARM TO THEMSELVES WHICH I NEVER EVER DID! BY LAW A PERSON IN PENNSYLVANIA MUST NOT BE ABLE TO TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES. I'M CERTAINLY DOING BETTER THAN STREET BUMS YET THEY AREN'T BEING 302'D!
Most recently Judge Quigly of Perry County Court House had a joke of a trial for eviction and he REFUSED TO HEAR MY COUNTER SUITS against my landlord and awarded the landlord possession! I have to move out within 30 days from October 20, 2014. He made a derogatory comment that me having been 302'd was a red flag! That's not a reason to not entertain my counter suits!!!
I am a VERY CLEAN PERSON and I have six VERY WELL BEHAVED CLEAN CATS and I am not going to find a place under such short notice, plus I don't have much money. I am in a really bad situation and am begging for help. I might have to put everything into storage and live in my van. :-( I'm a 55 year young lady and have never been in such a bad situation.
Please continue to check back as more will be added to this story. Thank you for your time and interest! I will be added legal documents in the next two days!
The following images are in the order they were given to me. The first pic is the ONLY thing I got from Holy Spirit Hospital. I HAD TO ASK Casi to sign the paper and put the name Holy Spirit at the top as she gave it to me blank!
The next batch I got about 10 or so days LATER from The Meadows. Please note how dates for the 302 are marked the 18th and the 19th! I was at Holy Spirit on the 18th. I arrived at The Meadows sometime after midnight and I was NOT given ANY paperwork, no copy of my mental health rights, no wrist bracelet with a Meadows ID on it, all of which are required by law. I had the Holy Spirit wrist bracelet ID on me for at least 5 days before they gave me a correct one with a proper ID number on it. I was told to use my ID # on my wrist bracelet Friday morning to give to people who were trying to call me as they needed to give that ID number and not my name. Unfortunately, I had given several organizations my Holy Spirit ID number because nobody at the Meadows told me there was a difference!
FIVE DAYS after I've been there with NO ONE from the outside world talking to me, one of the staff told me people were calling but they couldn't tell them I was there cause they were giving the staff the wrong ID bracelet number which is when I showed her my ID bracelet from Holy Spirit Hospital and told I should have been given a Meadows' ID bracelet upon intake which did not happen!
On the 20th day I was there, right before I was scheduled to be released, Melli came into my room and she read some information from a 304 form and told me I was to STAY for another NINETY MORE DAYS at the Meadows! Later, I was told that she misunderstood the paperwork and gave me the wrong message! Regardless, it messed with my head but I did not EXPLODE which is what I'm certain they were trying to have me do as I've seen them do this to another patient who did explode. They made LOTS of mistakes like that and worse, like trying to give me Ativan instead of Alprazolam!
When you see the manila envelope, those are the documents the pathetic, corrupt, legal council, Stephen Flemming who was assigned to me, had mailed to me on 10-15-2014.
I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON, WHAT IS APPLICABLE OR NOT!
First of all, rights must be read in a timely manner. They were not. Warrant wasn't even issued properly. I was not allowed to get witnesses to testify on my behalf and trials were held without the person accusing me of being suicidal, present! Next, Dr. Richman, was trying to keep me because he claimed I was delusional and hallucinating BUT I gave him release forms to contact people that would testify that I was not because they smelled the sewage and poison odors as well, (Tami Halstead. Joan and Rob Eckards). I also played audios to him where I told the police officer that I didn't think the landlord knew what he was doing because he was spraying too much bug spray! Big difference between "People are out to get me and poisoning me on purpose!" Still this corrupt psychiatrist Dr. Richman would NOT change his original diagnosis.
My assigned lawyer did NOT use ANY of my evidence either. I had a packed briefcase! I was yelled at and shut up by the rude Mental Health Judge Bitch. None of this was fair or done properly. Years later, I am still traumatized by all of the illegal actions all these people did to carry out insurance fraud!
I was not read my rights till the day before or day of my trial! There were so many mistakes made. All of the events and actions are documented in my composition books which I used as a journal to document EVERYTHING that happened in this facility and not just with myself but to others.
I also have signed comments from other patients because they too were getting tired of the bad treatment we were getting under the direction of Dr. Richman at The Meadows.
I do want to direct your attention to Stacey Nybeck's version of what happened. Note that there was NO MENTION of me harming myself. By law one MUST harm them self to meet the legal criteria for commitment! This woman had a very good reason to get me committed and I think it was to shut me up because her driver almost killed us and I have an audio of him yelling at us which she heard as I played it for her to hear over the phone yet she allowed him to drive others after I got off the bus and he slammed into a large tree limb which she was also made aware of and she blew that off as well!
The very first document was given to me by Cassi from Holy Spirit right before I was transported to the Meadows. I had to ASK her to put her name and the name of the facility on it!!! Who gives a patient a blank page like that? Holy Spirit Hospital ;-) I also was not informed of why I was committed. I was not given the option of a 302 (voluntary) and I was not read my rights before they took me away. NOTHING was done by the law!
This is the condition of my place the day I got out of the mental institution. The commitment papers stated I had no cats. I had SIX cats! My place was very clean and there were no foul pet odors. No one even bothered to ask me if I had any pets!
The mess on my beautiful off white carpet is from my cat Macy rubbing her butt on it because I was not at home to bathe her once a week because she's obese. I had been in this apartment for almost a year so if my cats were bad, an off white carpet would have shown stains but it's obvious these new stains were the only ones to have fouled my beautiful, clean carpet. I keep her hair trimmed back there and she was due for grooming. That carpet was immaculately clean before I was committed. I have had to clean the litter boxes twice a day because I have one picky cat out of the bunch and and if I didn't keep the box clean for Sophie she'd soil somewhere outside of the box. I ALWAYS scooped twice a day to avoid this! Since my friends only showed up about once a week to clean out the litter boxes my carpet got ruined. This in NO WAY was my very dear friend's fault as Joan and Rob Eckard lived about 45 minutes away and they did the best they could to help me out and I had no one else that lived nearby or that I trusted in my home with my pets or belongings.
I am still extremely sick to my soul over what my cats had to go through and the aftermath I was left with after being held against my will in a corrupt psychiatric facility. To this day I feel sick being away from my cats which I consider to be like my family as I've never had children. I am sick at the thought of how they felt being abandoned for 20 days, not knowing why they were locked up in one room and if I was alive or dead. I avoid staying away from my home for long periods of time and when I do, I feel SICK with guilt because of what these monsters did to my kitties by taking me away from them for 20 days! :-(
There is no Statute of Limitations for Fraud Upon the Court. I have not been well enough to report any of this to higher authorities, after I reported it to the agencies I did, and to bring charges for what was done to me, and the others. I reported this in detail to Cumberland County MH/IDD Administrator Silvia Herman who purposefully thwarted all my attempts to get another lawyer or help to get out of the mental institution! I got her agency's phone number off my patient rights paperwork which was given to me FIVE days AFTER I was illegally committed and I THOUGHT she was SUPPOSED to HELP me but instead she was part of the group of people that colluded to silence me. Once I realized this, it further traumatized me and prevented me from reporting to anyone else as I had no idea whom I could turn to that wasn't part of this corrupt ring of criminals.
Also, every time I got better mentally, I would get gang stalked/harassed/threatened again which would trigger my PTSD from earlier trauma committed by Cumberland County's corrupt judicial system which illegally put me in prison where I was traumatized by a rape that gave me Dissociative Disorder. I have my prison journals documenting everything leading up to the rape and afterwards and I still have the forensic evidence I collected. I woke up one day and smelled semen odor on me. I put some wipes I did in some plastic cups they give us our pills in with lids and kept them and my underwear in a sealed box in storage over all these years. I convinced myself I was imagining the rape cause I would have remembered it but all I had was the odor to go by with NO MEMORY of the rape because I dissociated from reality while being raped which is why I didn't report I thought I was raped during my last 2-3 days there. What I had documented in my journal the day I woke up smelling semen on me and the next 2-3 days afterwards now make sense as to the things Larry Washington said to me while I was segregated from the main floor of prisoners and put in a holding cell all by myself. He visited daily, which was UNUSUAL as he didn't visit the holding cells for the first 3-4 days I was done there upon intake but he did afterwards to masochistically, verbally abuse me. My soul would leave my body the days he came down and started in on me. I was then released and as soon as I got home to my beautiful shower and got in to shower, all I wanted to do was flea from my home as if it was burning down. I had no idea why I was filled with such immense fear of a shower. This fear continued to the next two homes I lived in.
Sixteen years later, while standing in front of the shower at my third home, which I had not been able to use and was using the separate bathtub, I was attempting to clean it after a UCP case worker had cleaned the "already clean shower (I thought it was filthy, it wasn't) and as I forced myself to open the shower door, I had the flashbacks of my rape with me on my back, on the ground, with Cumberland County Prison counselor Larry Washington on top of me and two guards standing above us at our feet. I stopped the flashbacks as I couldn't handle anything further. The next day, I drove to Carlisle and reported this to the Carlisle State Police. They were the ones that had to investigate this by law but they feigned they didn't and passed it over to DA David Freed's office where he had a detective take the information over the State Police's phone. They didn't even bother getting my evidence or a written report and dropped the ball saying they talked to Washington and found no reason to continue the investigation which caused me to shut down. Sorry, I kind of got off the track, but I'm trying to establish gang stalking by county agents and officials.
A few years after I got out from The Meadows, I had reached out to County Commissioner Debra Benner (PCTA was under her jurisdiction and her county could have lost a lot financially if I complained about what they did which is why I was shut up and put in a mental institution) to complain about their county Dept of Aging and Community Development having done improper work when they installed in indoor heat tape to my outdoor water line and it short circuited and caused my pipe to freeze. They were refusing to replace it. Benner said she'd look into it and then BIZARRELY stated she was going to call Silvia Herman to discuss this and then hung up. I'm like, WTF would a county commissioner be needing to call a mental health administrator for over a complaint about one of their agencies having the wrong heat taped installed at my home for?
A couple days later, a man from a Philadelphia Department of Aging (I live near Hbg so he was out of his jurisdiction which he himself admitted) came to my home to investigate AN ANONYMOUS PHONE CALL that someone made reporting my place of having burst water pipes, ongoing flooding and that I was having memory issues!!! What the FUCK?!? I told this damn bitch that my pipes did NOT get damaged but COULD get damaged if the heat tape wasn't replaced! I told this damn bitch that the new driver they assigned me, was usually way too early to pick me up for my appointments (cause he would run personal errands after he dropped me off on county time) and this last time he came so early I felt very pressured to get out of my house promptly and forgot to turn ONE of the faucets out of several that I had turned on to release any pressure build up from the frozen pipes as this had just happened for the first time. That when he dropped me off back home I had just gotten inside to avoid a catastrophe as the lines had dethawed and the ONE open faucet that I FORGOT to turn off cause he was rushing me had JUST STARTED to overflow and I managed to turn it off with only about a gallon or two of water on my floor after the sink overflowed! This bitch then says she's going to call HERMAN and then someone ANONYMOUSLY reports that I'm "FORGETFUL" (<----seriously???) and have bust pipes and flooding! WTF?
What I didn't tell this bitch but did report to another county transportation agent was that the driver, William McHenry III had begun taking me home via increasingly DESOLATE back roads to drive me home from appointments and this last time he drove through DESOLATE State Game Hunting Land's DIRT ROADS in the MIDDLE OF THE WOODS WITH NO HOUSES OR PEOPLE IN SIGHT. I asked that they look into his GPS to validate what I was stating. I was told it was okay to take women through desolate, dirt road, hunting grounds in the woods as they are on a map as roads but she would look into him picking me up early so he would run errands. I haven't been able to address that further as these people are seriously traumatizing me with their antics.
Fortunately, the DOA agent assigned to investigate these false allegations allowed me to audio record his visit and I had a witness on the phone listening/recording as well to everything, which he was aware of and he found NONE of what was reported to be true! This is the SECOND time county and MHIDD tried to FRAME me! They managed to do so the first time with the documents I've presented above which were all illegally executed with NO EVIDENCE to warrant a commitment! I was silenced and several people colluded including Trooper Pavone who knew I had asked for a complaint form just a few days prior to get mailed to me from the Harrisburg Barracks as he was the officer who refused to investigate the damaged stairs I had fallen down at the slumlord's residence and severely broke my ankle which also dislocated out of the socket. I called the police and ambulance at the same time. He refused to write a report claiming he couldn't know every single borough's housing ordinances or whatever. When I got out of the hospital, I looked into this and found that ALL cops HAVE to know BASIC "International Code" for safety in public places and his sergeant had to aprise him of this but still nothing was done. When I went into the Newport State Police Barricks I was intimidated by 2 other cops and nothing was done about me getting seriously injured. I was however put into a mental institution with Trooper Pavone going ABOVE AND BEYOND THE CALL OF DUTY, according to Pennsylvania State Laws for how far a police officer can go with commitment. He went out of his way and broke the law. ALL of the people involved are connected and had something to lose including Holy Spirit Hospital over a prior incident where they tried to get me illegally committed cause I was allegedly seeing imaginary puddles when in fact my IV was indeed dripping and causing a puddle but the person talking to me wrote down that that ONE thing was enough to get me committed for being delusional which I was not! That person was interviewing me as I was asking to get a case worker to help me as I was under a great deal of stress and I did this while I was at the hospital for an overnight stay and was to get heart stress monitoring tests the next morning. After the tests, about a dozen or more floor employees ganged up on me at the elevator as I was going down to the ER to get them to call the Patient Advocate as these ASSHOLES were getting me ready to take to the mental ward for seeing imaginary puddles! Long story short, my girlfriend was there to pick me up and I called her up to that floor and she chewed their asses out as she knew the commitment laws inside out as she's been trying to get her teenage daughter committed and nobody was helping her.
The friggin IV was dripping and I'm accused of being delusional! I have photographs of the charts this employee wrote I was delusional but then scratched it out after I complained to a nurse of the leaking IV and puddle which the nurse was able to see. I still have horrific nightmares from all those hospital employees surrounding me as I was inside the elevator and Nurse Gretchen making maniacal laughing faces as she held the up and down buttons for the elevator to prevent me from going anywhere. I summoned up courage and walked through the middle of the group, no one touched me but then two guards illegally man handled me as I was walking down the stairs trying to get to a patient advocate which I was being refused. A few months later this is the wretched hospital that I was taken to with false charges and they made sure I was committed to shut me up.
At The Meadows, they tried to cause harm to me by getting a court order to have me take not one, but TEN MILIGRAMS of Haldol which is a horse tranquilizer. There was no reason to do this as I was complying with all the rules. This is all a very dangerous game these affiliated people are carrying out on the public.
Cumberland/Perry County work hand in hand with one another and have several corrupt county employees, agencies, police, hospitals, judicial staff members working in collusion with one another. As one newspaper reporter put it they are working "clandestinely" together.