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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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
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
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
