First I went to the FBI in New Haven, but they directed me to seek local assistance for protection. And so, the following day March 1, 2013, I naively
went alone to the local authorities.
I was already upset and nervous about seeking help for the whole "stalking" situation. But little could I have imagined that in reaching out for assistance, guidance and protection my naive trust was to create a more alarming situation! More shocks of a lifetime ensued. Rather than respectfully
listening and talking me through my story, a barrage of random questions
were asked. This technique did not seem like an efficient way for establishing
the chronological sequence for numerous stalking occurrences.
I remember asking if this interaction was being recorded. The interviewer
slightly & slowly nodded his head--and I thought there was no truth there.
My trust really took a nose-dive at that point, and I remember not really trusting anything in my presence from there on in. I remember that my lips even began to involuntarily tremble as they never had before. I remember
thinking that this "hit-or-miss" approach was going to get nowhere fast.
No explanation was given to me as to what was happening. In less than an hour, and with a severely weakened trust, I followed the two authorities down the hall and to the outside of the building. I was led outside to what I thought was going
to be an inspection of the sensor in my vehicle.
Instead, I was walked out 20 feet from my car to a corner of the building where there awaited an ambulance! I went into further disbelief when my wrists were unexpectedly grabbed and held out to my sides. When taken so unawares, so startled and so shocked, an involuntary survival "fight-or-fight" instinct to danger emerged. I physically struggled, surprising even myself. I cursed over &
over, surprising even myself. I wanted with all my being to run away from them!
I horrifyingly realized my life was in the presence of dangerous incompetence!
It became so abhorrently crystal clear for sure--I could no longer trust those
whom I was taught to trust.
(* Update below 5-2018!!! )
(** A Comment on the George Floyd Situation--6-2020.)
When I went to pick up my vehicle at the same building in five days, it had not been moved. The first thing I did was pull off the fusebox cover.
I could not believe that the tracking-sensor, wired from the panel to under
the hood to under the driver-side bumper, was intact and undisturbed!
In addition, I could not believe the inside of my dental office-building had been tampered with again during those five days, making it obvious that little effort had been made to watch over it during this absence.
On June 19, 2013, I returned to the FBI in New Haven. I informed the agents that I had followed their instructions to seek local protection, but that it had been only futile. There had been no protection, help or respect --but only ineptness resulting in additional trauma in my having done so.
The year continued as a disappointing surreal nightmarish reality. I attempted to
verbally contact several state agencies which work on behalf of citizens, including
one senator's office. At best I was I was told that "it was quite an interesting
story". Repeatedly I was instructed to "write everything down", "send it in", and eventually they would "get to it". Persons in crisis or trauma can hardly bring themselves to call for needed help, much less "write" to everyone about it!
People were dismayed at what happened, but little effort beyond that was made to help or get involved. I sought legal help, but my case would not be considered serious enough to warrant anybody's time, effort, risk or uncertain monetary gain! I began to realize that we had developed so many laws & had acquired so many attorneys, but that we had paradoxically lost any true common sense for justice (and certainly for common courtesy) at all levels!
I sadly became aware that there were no avenues for mediating justice unless I was a millionare, maimed or dead!!
Pinch Me, Is This Real?
Oh, stop--it doesn't end there!! Because I had not been "physically" hurt, the best
legal advice offered was to submit a written complaint about the incidences. So
just about a year later on February 3, 2014 (still contending with my circumstances),
I went to pick up a complaint-form. I was given a form after a request for my name
and address. I explained that I would not fill it out yet, but would think about it.
Less than two hours later that same day, there was banging at my home door. Now
I was being "checked-up" on, and accused of having said that the FBI was "bugging"
me. I replied that the FBI was not "bugging" me, but that I had "gone" to the FBI!
I was thinking--"my God! It's a year later and still their facts aren't right! No truth
can be correctly discerned going at it like this! What does it take to stop, listen and not spin-a-tale on a word? How are any investigations conducted accurately
with such fabrications?"
The following 7-8 months were tied up in retrieving medical records and reliving
the whole debacle again and again. I had to explain the ever-growing-already-
complicated-story starting with the vandalization of my dental office-building.
I had to clarify that I had sought advice, protection and assistance for the stalking, but only received these more damaging pathetic results.
Apparently by not taking the care and time to carefully listen to the full story the year before, there had been an impetuous interpretation of a few words in wrong context. Apparently without exercising prudence or an accurate discernment, there had been a hasty dismissal of me with a dangerous judgment of "delusions
and hallucinating"! Of course any other accusations were dispelled with clean urine and blood results in the history. And all of this concocted from a few notes taken on a yellow legal pad by the interviewer---a 1-1/2 line sentence on-the-top of the page, and 3 little diagonally jotted words on the lower-left-corner of it!