ALIVE AND KICKING

I am alive and kicking, but I'm disadvantaged by multiple disabilities.

Most profoundly, I have been situationally disabled by Post Traumatic Stress Disorder ("PTSD") for more than 30 years. Under stress I tend to become dumbfounded or hysterical and a debilitating aversion to reams of evidence documenting corrupt governance and oppression makes it hard to defend myself against strata attacks effectively, or communicate about it tactfully, or even coherently. 

I believe that I have average intelligence, a basically healthy life style, and highly developed stress management skills. Prior to PTSD, I led a physically active life, riding, sailing, skiing, dancing. I liked to have fun, but now, fun is a stranger. I feel like I'm barely hanging in there. 

I am lucky in countless ways and count my blessings every day. I have studied law, scored off the top of the chart in organizational aptitude, committed myself to my home, and developed effective transactional analysis, cognitive thinking, anger management,  assertiveness, mindfulness, and relaxation skills. I have a husband, home, family, and friends. Those are my advantages. 

A nice home is important to me. So are good relationships. Believe it or not. I am painfully aware that it is quite hard to see that under all the festering anger and pain.

I take pride in my home. 

I'm an artistic, aesthetically sensitive person, who takes pleasure in beautiful srroundings.

In contrast, my dysfunctional reactions to negative stress result in scattered documents evidencing such overwhelming oppression that it keep me running to the toilet and lying awake at night feeling like I'm jumping out of my skin. 

In trying to make sense of this dichotomy, I suspect that the conscious part of my brain, which relies on fact and law, is fighting with a more primative part that responds blindly to fear, in the interests of self preservation. I am my own worst enemy in that regard.

It feels to me like some reptilian part takes control at a cellular level to escape from harm in such a way that my efforts to manage documents efficiently and effectively is sabatoged. That's my theory in attempting to explain an extremely dysfunctional internal struggle. At least until I hear something that makes more sense. 

I am a retired paralegal, so I can analyze law, draft affidavits, and manage complex factual data for others, but when it comes to myself, I fall apart and become extremely dysfunctional, with rare exceptions. Adjudicators don't understand this, but the strata exploits it, relentlessly and unmercifully. The strata has become so emboldened that makes a mockery of the law, flagrantly and blatantly.  

 I am too exhausted and defeated to care about tact anymore.

Unfortunately, I've experienced so much negative stress, for so long, and so continually and repeatedly, that I burn out, and I fear it may be the death of me.

Since my PTSD has been excerbated by strata oppression, my doctors have mistaken symptoms of colon cancer, gastritus, and lung disease as stress - for years - and I am very much afraid of what might be next.

I myself turn more to the law to deal with it, rather than burn out my doctors. I take whatever pill or therapy I find helpful, but the cure for oppression is not in a pill or medical procedure. I experience things like bowel spasms, sleep deprivation, and mental anguish from loss of peace and security privately, but the court expects my doctor to be a witness.

KILLER STRESS

My historical experience with doctors is that most shy away from anything that could involve them in potential legal disputes, particularly with powerful opponents, over matters that they have no direct knowledge of. 

Most don't like being cross examined and need to be paid hundreds or thousands of dollars to prepare a medical-legal opinion when they would rather be treating patients. They are particularly resistant to being used for the convenience of the court on matters of common sense that would raise apprehensions of misconduct and provide evidence of harm on a balance of probabilities in the mind of a reasonable person. 

I have found no remedy that immunizes me against injury from ongoing assaults. Quite the opposite, like death from a thousand cuts, every wound excerbates my PTSD. I am afraid that a long chain of traumatic shocks and chronic stress has impaired my health and shortened my life expectancy. I know that it reduces my quality of life, and I'm angry that it's ongoing. 

After 3 decades of relentless oppression by those acting contrary to the Strata Property Act the way that I feel is not a pretty picture.

On August 20, 2008, I gave the strata council extracts of online research showing that adrenal activity in response to stress governs processes that are fundamental for the normal functioning of most cells and that high levels of chronic stress can be fatal. Prolonged stress increases the risk of insomnia, migraines, osteoporosis, cancer, bad cholesterol levels, and reduces resistance of the stomach to its own acid. In the coming years I was plagued by ALL of those problems.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1tr0MSsGY_Ox2F9mt6w4oVG46kUhMPrcO/view

Strata stress has sickened me and spoiled a major part of my life for more than 30 years, and despite my best efforts to practice assertiveness, mindfulness, understanding, and forgiveness, I am afraid that it is killing me. The medical evidence was apparent by 2008 and really piled up in 2016 and 2017.

I was already complaining to my doctor about adrenal fatigue, explosive bowel spasms, and stinging sensations in my chest in 2008, but it was only in 2017, after my life was clearly at risk that I was tested,diagnosed, or treated for cancer, osteoporosis, gastritis, and abnormal cholesterol. My signs and symptoms were dismissed as stress until I was yelping out loud in pain and insisted on being tested after my 55 year-old cousin died of colon cancer in 2016 and my two other cousins had died of it in their 40s.

On February 13, 2018 I gave the strata council another copy of the adrenal activity research for convenience of reference, with notice that since 2008 I have developed three of the most serious risks identified. By April I had developed one more. I had already developed insomnia and migraines, which had begun with my PTSD in 1986, and I had no problem with ANY of these risks prior to 1986.

Stress related injury and disease were reasonably foreseeable to me, given what I experienced in private in proximity to ongoing breaches of the Strata Property Act
https://drive.google.com/file/d/14O0Xxi5HHGs2vLdUu2E892EHPBAVMJxE/view
and continually unfair violations of strata bylaws
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1nGxaaiK-BNBIBLkWNuT4nfJdVwLVQSGC/view
that subjected me to relentlessly prolonged oppression - for decades - right in my own home.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xQzUNKK4CsiHNLgMO3_UyG6JkYiSSrVKcTL7WXIewFI/edit

I seem to be the only one in my strata who is alarmed. Of course, given the extent of retaliation for my reports of misconduct I am probably the only one to suffer the consequences for the rest of my life, however long that may be.

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Exhaustion and mental distress are experienced mostly in private, so unlike murder by machine gun, evidence of situational disability is based more on my own assertions, natural self preservation, and ordinary common sense, than on a report from a doctor or coroner. 

In fact, the most obvious evidence of injury is seen as too vulgar to take it out of the bathroom to present to others, even in a photo.

Here is a picture of my late cousin who told me to get checked when he was dying of colon cancer and I was yelping out loud with bowel pain.

Here is a picture of the malignant tumour that my doctor dismissed as stress during 10 years of complaints, without ever checking for cancer, while nodules were growing on my liver, lung, and adrenal. More nodules were found on my spleen afterward.

On August 1, 2017, I gave the doctor a "do not resusitate" directive before he performed an anterior resection that removed a rectosigmoid pT3 pN0 tumour where villous adenoma invaded subserosal adipose. That means they cut out the tumour, and so far, it hasn't come back.

Over 10 years after complaining of pain in my side and stinging in my chest biopsies finally diagnosed "gastric antral mucosa with intestinal metaplasia and chronic and active gastritis" with treatment starting January 2, 2018. Before my colon cancer was removed my burning chest complaints were dismissed as stress, or nothing to worry about, until I complained repeatedly to the gastroenterologist, who did a gastroscopy on December 20, 2017, and prescribed medication.

I have a love-hate relationship with medical professionals. They have saved my life at least twice, and I am truly grateful, but I am afraid to question their mistakes or pressure them to write letters to please the court. 

My doctor's failure to check symptoms for 15 years as cancer developed while I was complaining, especially when routine testing every 2 years after the age of 50 is supposed to be standard, adds to my fear. It wasn't until I was yelping out loud in pain that he tested me, but to be fair, I still get explosive bowel spasms in proximity to strata stress, so I can understand how we both made the same mistake.

 

 
In the images below, the electronic time stamps evidence insomnia attributable to decades of continual nuisance arising out of ongoing contraventions of the Strata Property Act  More particularly, the first window shows search results that found "bowel" in over 20 different files on my computer, not counting duplicates, pdf, or doc extensions, within 10 years.Out of these files, 25% were modified between midnight and 6 a.m. 

The second window found "stress" in 24 different strata files from 2003 to 2018, 50% modified between midnight and 6 a.m.  And all this time signs of injury and disease were dismissed by my doctor as “stress” - probably because I reported my symptoms in proximity to strata issues.

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On February 23, 2005 my doctor requested pulmonary function lab tests and advised the strata that I need clean air after I had been coughing for 2 years and scraped some mould from my bedroom windows into a bag.

Prior to that he didn't tell me that my chest x-rays, which were taken 2 years before, were consistent with COPD.  He dismissed my complaints of sighing as if starved for air as stress, probably because I reported that my breathing tends to become very shallow when dealing with strata matters.  

I bought $1,000 hepa filter, and asked for a vent to bring in fresh air, which resulted in my home being the target of a chemical assault that off gassed for a year after basic removal. Here is a 10-inch drip of the toxic EXTERIOR sealant

that the strata applied to the windows and doors throughout the INTERIOR of Unit 409 in June 2005.

This is my dog who jumped out of the car and threw up when my husband had to pull to the curb for me to deposit an explosive bowel spasm next to bush beside a house in New Westminster on September 22, 2015, on the way to court to file my application for a stay of proceedings against the strata when my PTSD was too disabling for me to produce a list of documents within the required time frame.

Excessive sweating that soaks my hair, runs into my eyes, drips off my nose, and wets my clothes is continually dismissed as menopause or summer heat when everyone else is fine. 

In 2014, hives suddenly came out of nowhere and covered my whole body from head to foot when I prayed to the court for relief from significantly unfair treatment.

In about March 2015, I got tested for allergies and investigated lifestyle modifications

but the only proximate trigger was strata litigation. When I discontinued the litigation the hives disappeared.

Here is a picture of a few of the many thyroid pills that I repeatedly forgot to take when dealing with SPA violations. My doctor responded by overdosing me until my hair fell out, at which point I got a dog who helps me remember my pills, just so long as I keep them on top of  his jar of food.

This is food rotting in my fridge during a devastating CRT struggle to defend myself against continual nuisance, significant unfairness, and ongoing contraventions of the Strata Property Act.

Here is wasted food that my husband buys in restaurants to feed me.

Here is a picture of the third sheet that I wore holes in by agitated foot movements during insomnia. This sheet is silk, so I kept it as evidence, hoping to mend it. Then, in 2020, the agitation got so bad that I started getting restless leg syndrome, which was unbearable. Fortunately, I caught it quickly, and between Gabapentin, mindfulness, and deep breathing exercises, I learned to control it in a few months. 

Here are pictures of my body's reaction on the day that the CRT asked for information at the same time as I was trying to deal with reams of evidence and missing strata records

It always amazes me when I hear other people talk about trauma, because I struggle hard to express unspeakable, oppression that flies in the face of the law, honesty, and good faith and leaves me so shocked that I'm dumbfounded or hysterical.  Here are pictures that depict some of the toll on my life from strata chicanery, particularly in connection with trees, decks, repairs, records, user fees, fact, and law, that sickens me too much to talk about. 

 

Here are some faces that show stress over time

This most recent photo is the face that I try to show to the outside world. However, masking the symptoms of injury, with either a pill or a smile, is costly. It acts to undermine my credibility in the eyes of those who are so blind to unfair contradicts of fact and law that they see no evidence of debilitating stress beyond my "own assertions" and say that sickening, soul crushing conflict "makes you happy"

 

When people ask me, "How are you?" I used to say, "Fine, how are you?" Now, even though I know people don't want to hear it, I usually say, "Hanging in there." On a good day, I might say, "Alive and kicking," or on a bad day I might say, "Barely alive." There is nothing I would like more than to be able to honestly say, "I'm fine." 

This is me as a baby. Pretty peaceful. Blissfully ignorant of strata issues.

Those in power and the pillars of the community who play a role in shaping society might want to take a moment to think about what kind of life they expect future generations to inherit if stratas continue operating outside the law and beyond the scope of the Charter of Rights and Freedoms. It's a very wasteful, extremely slippery slope.

The more my PTSD and inequality before the law became known, the more it emboldened the strata to violate my rights, and some have a lot of fun with it. I'd like some relief, and it doesn't take anything unreasonable to be fair and just.

I think that if the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth took the place of litigation privilege and limitations on justice, it would improve the world more than anything else, short of changing human nature and natural fears.

HEALTH AND SAFETY

My direct personal knowledge of long term stress gives me reason to question health care professionals who say that anxiety attacks are not life threatening health hazards. I think that is exactly what they are - because crushing chest pain is the hallmark of a heart attack, or anxiety attack, and it's easy for a victim to make a life and death mistake when they can't tell them apart in advance.

In fact, the first time I experienced an anxiety attack my husband rushed me to the hospital emergency ward because I was sure I was dying of a heart attack. Since then, I never know what to do about chest pain. If I die of a heat attack, because I thought it was an anxiety attack, blame the strata.

Based on my own experience it is not surprising to me that women are dying of their first heart attack because they are unfamiliar with the experience, and the symptoms could be mistaken for more common indigestion or anxiety. I don't rush to the emergency ward anymore or call an ambulance for chest pain because it has always gone away, but I never know whether it is a heart attack, or not, and for that reason alone, I think stress kills.

Doctors dismissed my symptoms of sweating, chest pain, and bowel spasms as stress from the strata's misconduct, missing cancer and chronic and active gastritis for years because the symptoms were so similar. This is another way that stress kills.

To put faces on that stress I think of all the top down perpetrators of corruption.

A cause of death in this complex could be as simple as the strata's failure to replace light bulbs, which puts owners at risk of dying in the dark, if that is not what Grace Boswell already did. Who knows how many deaths are due to strata corruption, when 3 emergency rescuers from a fire truck were wandering around in the dark with a flashlight, asking us how to find a unit like they did in the fall or winter of 2017. I'm sorry I forgot the date and the unit number. I guess I should have written it down, somewhere, but it would not be accepted as convincing evidence of the need to reinstate our address back to a lit area anyway. When deference prevails over justice in the mind of the police and court, mere assertions by the strata outweigh contrary proof beyond a reasonable doubt.

By the way, our light is working here, but when you are in the dark trying to find your way around our roads, which are laid out like a kettle of snakes, do you see the unit number in this photo? Most don't.

It seems more than unfair that an unidentified member of the strata management team had the unit numbers for strata lots like Unit 409 moved and installed away from the garage lighting and sight from the line of travel, without notice or a s.71 vote of approval, but maintained the original standard for 2-bedroom units that all have their unit number right in front, below the garage lights, where the developer put them originally and everyone can still see them. 

This is part of a pattern of significant changes made preemptively by owners of upper units contrary to the benefit of owners of lower units, when prior approval would be unlikely, and reasonable protections and effective remedies are refused contrary to law. Such significant unfairness sickens me - believe it or not. Whether or not it kills me - remains to be seen.

When owners who litigate run the risk of unreasonable defeat and costs because stratas are deferred to and "not held to a standard of perfection" in complying with statutory obligations, there is a dangerous ripple effect that compromises health and safety. Especially when stratas persistently take advantage, fail to replace burned out lights for years, and unreasonably refuse to maintain visibility at night, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc....

Further to this, strata management claims that I am never satisfied and complain about everything, whether it concerns me or not, so my conduct is characterized as harassment. In fact, however, I am satisfied with most things in life; including minding my own business; it is the strata's unlawful acts that negatively impact my health and safety, property value, and quiet enjoyment that concern me.

Instead of maintaining original standards the strata council refused to allow me to install even the simplest, most basic mitigation. Is that reasonable or fair? How is such obstruction in the best interests of the strata?

So even though I installed a key code lock so nobody has to  break down my door when I am disabled in an emergency I could still die waiting for rescuers to find my unit in the dark because strata refused to replace burned out bulbs or take other very simple corrective action.

Despite the fact that nobody else seems to care, the strata's failure to maintain visibility to original standards is a dangerous violation of s.71 and s.72 and potentially fatal in my opinion. 

We don't want to die while an ambulance is lost in the dark.

I've learned.... 
That life is like a roll of toilet paper. 
The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes. - Andy Rooney

 

PRE-EXISTING CONDITION

Canada Post

I was an employee of Canada Post from 1973 to 1995. 

I am affected by pre-existing trauma from my employment at Canada Post. Exacerbating that, is a similar, less extreme, but far more prolonged 30-year experience in the strata corporation.

In 1986, when I told the employer that I was born with hip dysplasia harassment became a condition of employment, and I didn't know what hit me. It was crazy making because it made no sense. I had a good work history, and in 13 years had never missed a day's work because of my hip condition. Jobs typing change of address labels that I could do safely, and was entitled to by seniority, were available but inexplicably withheld. I wouldn't take a buy out, because I had no transferable skills. What I did have was a computer spread sheet, so I knew that my pension indexed to the cost of living was worth about a million dollars, I just couldn't put the pieces of the puzzle together, and neither could my friends or family. It took 12 years to drive me to quit and 15 year before I found out what happened from a CKNW news report. The Auditor General was secretly hiding billions of dollars of undisclosed unfunded pension liabilities. The mandate was to replace high cost pension liabilies like myself with low cost new hires, and drive out the most vulnerable targets, such as the disabled, while advertising employment equity. A man with one leg was kept to discredit that insidious agenda, while most others with hidden disabilities were driven out, quickly and quietly. Nobody fought it like I did. The practice was repeated right across the whole country, year after year, endlessly. 

It was like walking through a mine field blind folded for 12 years. The extent of the harassment was unspeakable. When we bought our townhouse here, I had just lost my own home during Canada Post's prolonged game of repeated wrongful dismissals and reinstatements. If I was smart, I would have quit. But I'm not smart, I'm a fool who believed in the law and refused to abandon my job. It took 7 more years to destroy me psychologically to the point that induced me to resign.    

A psychiatrist, Dr. David Mackenzie, wrote to Sun Life advising that I was so severely traumatized by Canada Post's actions that I may never be able to work again, at anything, anywhere, ever.  He asked me if I wanted a copy of his letter and I said no, because I couldn’t believe it. That was the biggest mistake of my life. I was never the same again, and after making a mid-life career change, I lost 23 jobs in 6 years. I'm still unable to function efficiently or effectively. My aversion to anything resembling a paper war is so debilitating that I become hysterical and cannot defend my legal rights no matter how hard I try or how extreme the oppression. 

Over 20 years later, I tried to defend myself against strata oppression but my 2015 Supreme Court application for a stay of proceedings was denied "fundamentally" because I did not produce that retird doctor's letter, which I had never taken a copy of in the first place. When the CRT started operating I tried again, only to have my application for relief dismissed, in deference to the strata asserting the Limitation Act, in total disregard of the fact that there is nothing "appropriate" about spending $40,000 to bring a $3,000 matter before the Supreme Court when you are too traumatized to plead for relief effectively, or produce evidence efficiently, or at all.

The strata has exploited my vulnerability zealously and relentlessly for more than 30 years. Strata stress and lack of access to justice exacerbated pre-existing PTSD and inability to defend myself effectively, manage large volumes of evidence, or list documents in accordance with the procedural rules of court.  

 

If I was smart, I would have quit. But I'm a fool who refuses to abandon my home, give up on the law, or accept corruption.

Ulterior Motives - Hidden Agendas

In 1986, when I told the employer that I was born with hip dysplasia harassment immediately became a condition of employment, and I didn't know what hit me.

Despite being surrounded by inexplicable nationwide buyouts, I could not understand the actions against me. I really couldn't. Canada Post fired me, repeatedly, always without notice or severance, until I lost my home.

It was heartbreaking. I became so sickened with stress that I was never the same again. It took about 10 years of this kind of oppression to finally drive me to quit my job and give up a full pension that was indexed to the cost of living and only 10 years away. Instead of my pension I got a return of my own contributions, plus about 1% interest, during a period when bank interest was in double digits, leaving me to live out my old age (oh yes, and hire medical and legal experts for the convenience of the court) on OAS and partial Canada Pension.

Unbeknownst to me, the Treasury Board of Canada was operating under a hidden agenda to divest itself of more than 8 billion dollars of unfunded, undisclosed future pension liabilities, which was a fact not disclosed to the public, or me, until decades later. 

Canada Post bullied me out of my home, my job, my pension, and my health, but the most traumatic part of the whole experience was being unable to rely on the law or obtain reliable factual data in order to make reasonably informed decisions. Living through that crazy making stress for more than 10 years was like walking through a mine field blinded.

I refused a $10,000 buyout, and a $20,000 buyout because work that I was entitled to by seniority and could perform safely was available, and I did not want to quit my job, or lose my pension. I fought to save them until I was overcome with disabling anxiety from prolonged and repeated firings, obscenities, humiliation, embarrassment, bewilderment, fear, and exhaustion. So many years of not understanding why the corporate world suddenly demonstrated characteristics of a psychopath more than the Collective Agreement, Employment Equity Act, Human Rights Act, or Worker's Compensation Act was so traumatic that it was, quite literally, unspeakable.


In 1990, just before I attended a 2-year program of paralegal studies at Capilano College, which had a far more therapeutic effect than anything else, I attended a day program at Royal Columbian Hospital for nine months, where I drew this depiction of an experience that was to me beyond words

Members of the strata management team are engaging in a form of domestic abuse, shocking deprivation, and a painfully familiar combination of ulterior motives, hidden agendas, and persistent misrepresentations.  

No matter how much my brain wants justice, the cells in my body refuse to accept the health risks. Go figure.

Not that one-against-many is ever a level playing field anyway. Litigation is rarely an appropriate remedy to misconduct that is widespread and ongoing in nature. If it was, misconduct would be reducing, instead of expanding. 

Every human being has a breaking point;
So the question in brutal gang-ups is often the same:

How much can one person take? ... for how long?

Prolonged and repeated trauma experienced in the strata corporation not only interfered with my recovery, but exacerbated aversions to stress that developed during my Canada Post experience, which is currently overwhelming my ability to defend myself effectively and concisely, or even at all.

Who's Who
Different Hats - Same Payroll

The Workers Compensation Board had a hard time recognizing exhaustion from unlawful employment practices as an injury and paying my Review Board award for compensation - but at least they paid.

Exhaustion - One against 122
FOR 12 YEARS

This is the obscenity of how justice delayed is justice denied - while the left hand investigates the right hand - wearing many different hats - all on the same payroll. AND THAT INCLUDES THE RCMP THAT THE STRATA ATTACKED ME WITH.

These are depictions of me drawn by Ed Nicholles, my uniquely talented Shop Steward in the Treasury Board of Canada's campaign to shed unfunded pension obligations

More About A Marathon
FROM WHICH I NEVER HEALED

I can do all kinds of things, and never had a problem with stress before the Canada Post dispute. Since then I have a situational disability where I am unable to cope with boxes of documents, or function reliably under negative stress. As it is, I do more than many others would ever do, and that will have to be enough here.  

The psychiatrist who wrote to Sun Life saying that I was so traumatized that I might never be able to work again, at anything, ever, told me  that he could not diagnose PTSD because the injury did not arise out of a single life threatening event. So I was surprised when I accessed freedom of information records years later, and found out that he had told WCB that I had PTSD. Since then, what's called Complex Trauma Disorder or Continuous Traumatic Stress has been recognized. So just call it whatever you like, just don't expect me to do what I cannot do, and don't expect me to spend money that I do not have.

I was too befuddled to make sense of what happened to me at Canada Post, so I could not talk about it coherently for decades. Those experiences had an unspeakably disabling effect on my subsequent ability to function efficiently and effectively enough to hold jobs or represent myself properly in strata litigation. 

In 1990 a psychologist, Dr. Rick Bradshaw, advised me to prepare a 120 page Chronological Summary of Events which my husband, mother, and myself all got sick preparing, meticulously listing the contents of several banker boxes of supporting documents which decision makers never bothered to take the time to look at.

This 120 pages listing boxes of documents, along with a hurry up and wait 30-hour typing marathon that left me barely able to type for nearly a year, seemed to mark Stage 1 of my aversion to paper; Stage 2 seemed to be 900 copies the strata made to deny me access to information and records; Stage 3 seemed to be exploiting my desperation and vulnerability by burying me in boxes and boxes of rat chewed chaff. In combination the whole of the circumstances left me with a situational disability, for which I have found no cure, despite trying everything from day programs, to support groups, to EMDR, to Neurofeedback, to Art Therapy. BELIEVE IT NOT. I've already lost more than my share of privacy in trying to explain the disadvantages that I must cope with in any attempt to access justice. Let the chips fall where they may.


I have no intention of waiving medical confidentiality until the enemy waives litigation privilege. I apologize for any inconvenience but must ask others to respect my boundaries.

The misconduct of the strata corporation is not about me. None of this was ever a case of voluntary assumption of risk on my part. I have no control over those acting against me. The need to defend myself against abuse and do my best to access justice is not my idea of a good time either. My sense of aversion to documents is overwhelming. No matter how much my mind wants justice, the cells in my body refuse to accept the health risks. I apologize for my limitations, but that's all, I can't change them.

 
I fought for 12 years before the futility ultimately induced me to quit Canada Post when I was too exhausted, demoralized, sick and afraid to keep fighting blind in an unspeakably dangerous environment that I could make no sense of. 

Everybody but me knew I would be crushed. Penny Goldrick of the Canadian Human Rights Commission told me that "justice delayed is justice denied" before she was replaced with a parade of others who systemically fractured the facts over the next 6 years. I could not understand it; I really could not. My husband cried.

The last time Canada Post fired me in January 1988 forced the sale of my home when I could not renew my mortgage without an income. Starving me with no income for months also forced a premature disability insurance claim for my hips that did not pay a dime in benefits before Canada Post reinstated me for the third time in July 1988 and gave me a tortuous understanding that the coerced disability insurance claim had started a clock that ticked while I worked, artificially exhausted the benefits that I would most definitely need in future. Fear drove me crazy. Canada Post’s actions against me and protracted grievances that remained perpetually unresolved left me with well developed stress management skills, but a heightened sensitivity that severely interferes with my ability to function effectively under pressure or conflict.

Jim Sayre at the Vancouver Community Legal Assistance Society helped me win a test case forcing WCB to pay compensation for my psychological injuries, but it was just like Peter Carver, the lawyer for the BC Coaltion for the Disabled, had warned me right at the beginning. He said that Canada Post didn’t have a leg to stand on in law, it just relied on the fact that sooner or later, every human being has a breaking point. Add the requisite systemic bias to that, and its just like the strata corporation.

When Canada Post started to play games with my life I experienced, for the first time, migraine headaches, anxiety attacks, trembling, nausea, exhaustion, sleep deprivation, explosive bowel spasms, situational anxiety, and symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder; all triggered by prolonged intimidation, repeated wrongful dismissals and reinstatement, and harassment as a condition of employment.

The Strata Property Act has no penalty provisions either.

The Canada Post experience was beyond belief to me. 

So is the Sunridge Estates experience. 

What makes them both so hard for me to believe is the LAW.