1:38 a.m. and the police knock at my door after I called them two minutes before. Yes, I was watching the clock. The officer that initially responded claimed he got there in 30 seconds, but that was a complete crock. (Two minutes is enough for the Banging Brood to APPEAR asleep when the cops got there, especially since the kids were in ther room room thumping the ball. How did they know to pretend to be asleep? It's all "thanks" to those "paper thin walls" the cops keep harping on. They can hear me call the cops.)
What does this officer, Mr. Pills, insist I should do? Go back to the hospital to up my dosages on pills. Several times. So the answer to their problem with me is to isolate me in the hospital, where I can't blog. Mr. Pills admitted he'd read some of the bog and found my thoughts disturbing. So he doesn't like what I've written. Essentially, it's a violation of First Amendment rights, as was exhibited when the officer also wouldn't let me talk about what happened on September 29, 2013, but he could talk about what was discussed at the VERY BEGINNING!
What did he want to discuss? Oh, just that at the time a few months ago I thought I might be hearing things. But I know I'm not now, as the meds have shown me. Key word though is MIGHT. It also leaves open the possibility that I'm hearing what I'm hearing, in the case of my more consistent complaints--the banging against the wall.
Now also keep in mind that my disability, and yes, according to the Feds, a mental illness IS A DISABILITY--is protected by the Americans with Disabilities Act. By persistently ignoring the problem and blaming it on my mind, they are only maliciously encouraging the deterioration of my emotional, mental, and physical health. Keep in mind that the cop in question thinks it's OKAY to violate my basic rights as an AMERICAN CITIZEN.
The same uniformed fashion model said he'd read my blog, and "normal people don't think thoughts like that". Since when do cops know what a "normal person" even is? I don't see that lot of useless money-sucking leeches having even a working knowledge of the mental health fields. If they did, the ones taking me to the hospital would have KNOWN you don't antagonize an angry person further. You're supposed to calm them down.
Oh, and you'll "love" the colossal fail they performed in my presence this time.
Out of the corner of my eye, as I spoke to this officer with a very short buzz cut, I saw the neighbors two doors down come home. To my knowledge, there are only two people in that apartment. What does Mr. Buzz Cut do? He follows Mr. Pills' advice and questions them about noises I reported five minutes into my conversation with the officers! What did Mr. Buzz Cut report? "They said they were home all night and didn't hear anything." First of all, I call bullshit on the "home all night". Mr. Buzz Cut would not be sent to ask questions if Mr. Pills hadn't seen them come home. Second, the neighbors on the other side of the Banging Brood could not have heard noises if they stepped out for five or ten minutes. It's likely they went to visit friends elsewhere at London Square Apartments for a brief time. Besides, I saw what Mr. Pills saw--the neighbors two doors down coming home. Not imagined, honey. So quit lying to me and do your jobs!
It's also preposterous that the Banging Brood was "all asleep when we showed up". The Banging Brood is notorious for lies. The mother is a documented liar, according to the apartment manager, because "Mommy" lied about how many kids she had living with her. She has too many for a two bedroom apartment, and way too many for a one bedroom.
Do you know why I even bothered calling the Fail Police? Because my doctor told me to call 911 when the neighbors are disturbing me, that's why. I made sure the cops knew this, and all Mr. Pills could say was "We have to witness the noises" and ask me if I needed my dosages tweaked at the hospital.
I had just gotten back from the hospital, after being there for a week under false pretenses.
Know what they said I was there for on the form? "Threatening a child with a baseball bat." I want to know how in the BLAZES you do that through A WALL! Yes, I banged on my bedroom wall when those monsters banged 10 minutes later, and 10 minutes before the cops arrived to answer the complaint. It's also interesting that their lights weren't switched on when they came. Threatening a child with a weapon should be considered an emergency requiring a quick response. They saw no real threat here.
Besides, if there's one thing the real mental health doctors will ask, it's about your INTENT. Or to put it more simply for Mr. Pills to read, what you WANT.
Let's explain it very simply. Let's say I just have to have a cup of real coffee. I act on the impulse by brewing a cup in the french press. (When I was carrying the baseball bat that they confiscated, what I wanted was to protect myself from harm. When I glared at the child that's tortured me for months, I wanted simply to glare. Also note I did not stop at the window, but kept going. Mr. Pills didn't want to hear that, or the fact that when I knocked on the Banging Brood's door at night, I'd put the bat down on the ground before knocking. So I was unarmed, since I wasn't holding it when I knocked. Kind of hard to threaten a child through a closed door with a bat I'm not even holding.)
When they came out September 29, 2013, someone claimed I was a "perceived threat to a child". 99% of the mental health professionals I spoke with could understand why I had my baseball bat handy. I was afraid for my own well-being, due to the fingerprints on my window, and the cops' total lack of "giving a damn" (http://fbtxghetto.blogspot.com/2013/09/september-24-2013-disturbing-discovery.html and http://fbtxghetto.blogspot.com/2013/09/september-27-2013-more-fingerprints.html).
On October 8, 2013, one of the mental health professionals at the hospital where I stayed called to see how I was doing. She was not pleased to hear that the cops were totally useless, even though I followed the doctor's orders. "You felt they heard you without hearing you." Yeah, pretty much.
You know what? I see the noises as a "perceived threat", because they startle, aggravate, and annoy me. I'm deprived of sleep They're a risk to my physical well-being, because the feeling of "shell shock" and "being a caged animal" cause my blood pressure and blood sugar to increase. It doesn't help that the lack of action on the cops' end sends me into Disappointment Town, which causes me to seek comfort with junk food, which sends my health into a further downward spiral.
I guess Mr. Pills would be thrilled if my "dosage is adjusted" to the point of OD. Murderer. Coward too. Did you know he backed away when I came to the door filing my nails? Know why I was filing them? They were all at uneven lengths and it was bugging me at the hospital. Since I was already "shell shocked" by being woke up by the Banging Brood, I needed to do something harmless like filing my nails. A man that's bigger and stronger, armed with a gun, is scared of a nail file being used to file nails, by a drugged woman that had all the fight of overcooked pasta.
What Mr. Pills needs to clue in is that the blog is a coping skill that one of the counselors at the hospital said those of us in a "legal tight spot" should do. Document dates and times of what was said, what was done. That stands up in court.
Oh, and if you're reading this, Mr. Pills, I graduated from one of the Texas A & M University campuses. Master's degree. Computer Science. So I'd appreciate it if you'd inform the rest of your leeching, lazy brethren that I'm not an idiot. Also for the record, my "seeing things" and "hearing things" episodes are infrequent. They do happen, but not to the degree of the dozen or so complaints about the noises sitting in your hard drive right now. And I'm also quite sick of your incompetent lot calling this harassment "normal apartment living".
I'd appreciate it if you'd get off your butts and bust the noisemakers. Write them citations for all of the complaints. Show me that you can be trusted by the public. Because toots, I don't trust you or any of FBPD. You happily lie on paper without photographs. (If I was threatening that child, you should have had a dozen cell phone photos or recording showing the act. And FBPD wasn't anywhere around to observe it, thereby you happily breach your own rules where law enforcement at an apartment complex is concerned. You'd rather bend over backwards for the Banging Brood.)
Better yet, why not try an experiment with this idea, Mr. Pills? Haul away each apartment's residents for a week at the mental health facility. If I complain about the neighbors when they're all away during that period, then we know my meds need adjustment. You can haul "Mommy" and brood away on grounds of neglect. I should know what their neglect is like, I was in that very same spot growing up with a single parent that worked all of the time. Upstairs Stomper stomps around like someone pissed off. "Perceived threat" was your excuse with me, so take the Upstairs Stomper away on "perceived threat".
Oh, by the way, Mr. Pills, FBPD is also in violation of my right to self-defense, since your department is in possession of my baseball bat and gun. A single woman that abstains from sex shouldn't be denied the right to protect herself from the person or persons trying to break into my apartment. I don't have the advantage of a male to turn to, you know. And your lot sure isn't doing any good at protecting anyone.
And you want to remind me that I was acting irrationally about the fingerprints, that sending them to the City Manager was a "bad idea"? No, it was the only way to let the city know you're all incompetent and unprofessional. My blog posts are further evidence to how useless you are. The Chief of Police sat on those prints all flipping day long on September 27, 2013. He could have sent someone out all day long, but instead wanted to "dialog" and "work with me". Bull. None of you really bother to "work with me," so "dialog" is proven a dead end with the Farmers Branch Police Department.
Don't worry. I'll get a lawyer and sue FBPD, the neighbors that have harassed me, and the city.
It's only a matter of time.
