From: Dan Berladyn [mailto:dberladyn@gmail.com]
Sent: February 18, 2016 11:12 PM
To: john.mogk@fraserhealth.ca
Subject: FW: Diagnosis, the System, Legal Affairs, Etc.
Hi John,
I went to the hospital where they decided to keep me for two nights. I saw three Psychiatrists there. They couldn’t peg a mental illness on me and told me today on my release that they could no longer legally hold me. Now that’s practically an entire weeks wages I have lost. If you remember our meeting, I could not afford that. I may be entirely financially sunk now and I am beginning to think that you all work in cahoots with each other. I feel like I am the victim and everyone just wants to get rid of me instead of actually helping me. There’s a part of me that is still trusting towards you, whether I should be or not I don’t know. I do want to hold my appointment with you. Tuesday at 3:30pm I believe, I don’t have access to your business card with the time on it. Please write back if that is correct or incorrect.
I understand now why I was I shafted against my interests into the hospital. I think someone just wanted to determine if I had a mental illness or not for legal reasons. They didn’t actually care about my health as all they have done is hurt me by not allowing me to work. The Port Moody Police arrested me on release and I am to appear in court on March 5th for “Mischief”. I cannot return home. It is my understanding that the mischief is the renovations that are half way in progress and the Facebook posts. The Facebook posts where made when I was highly stressed out and thinking I was going to eventually be wiped out, that’s I’d lose in every sense, even perhaps dying. It honestly was an intent to tell my side of the story so my family members couldn’t walk around telling everyone I am crazy in the end like they like to do. The renovations, yes, I think they went too far when they happened. That’s typical of renovations. I also think they are a bad thing as they are unfinished and I have lacked both the resources and the will to do anything. There’s too much misery there with the way things have been. In the least, I would have liked to have tidied them up. Last time I tried was when I was highly suicidal and it was more dangerous to do anything than to leave it. So I left it. As I became better, it was too much of a sore spot for my mental health, not to mention my pocket book. Every single little part costs money I don’t have, not to mention my sanity.
I have to figure out how to defend myself, but the only way I know how is the truth. Constable Ohashi told me at the night she dropped me off at the hospital that she doesn’t care what my family did to me. She doesn’t care they financially wiped me out, she doesn’t care they drove me into suicide, then she doesn’t care about this last year. She told me that she thinks they are all nice people. Yes, I bet they are nice, especially to her. I know them much differently. Before those renovations started I didn’t want to do any renovations, none at all. My sister kept telling me to spend money and get new floors, renovate this, renovate that, her ex-husband put ideas in my head and my oldest brother was pissed off I renovated everything I did upstairs. He said angrily that if I really wanted to renovate, to renovate downstairs. It was a seed that developed in me. I didn’t want to do any of it without sorting out the financial aspect first, I actually didn’t want to do any of it until I was out of debt. However, I was down there one day and it was very cold, the floor was worn out and the kitchen was gross, pipes were leaking, one thing led to another. Jim’s insisting on mom buying a new furnace and I am trying to fight just to leave it all. The old one was is fine.
I became bitter, I spent all that money and did all that work upstairs and I still lived in a dump. My siblings, my sister's kids, the dog, they all wander through my space. I had no privacy, my things ended up upstairs, I’d get cold when they’d leave the door open. At first I just intended to do small changes. Mom approved all of everything and she even helped pay for it. So how this can be mischief I don’t know. As things progressed, the people not paying for anything or doing any of the work kept, like my sister, kept pushing for more. Do this and do that. Replace the furnace while you are at it, etc. I ran out of money, mom said she couldn’t go to the bank and ask for more as she was too old. My only option was bankruptcy where they all told me to lie and commit fraud. To hide all my belongings and things I had just recklessly purchased. I think that medication and all the stresses, everything just got the better of me. But when it came to signing and committing fraud, I couldn’t do it. No more. I never wanted that life. That’s their game, not mine. I wanted to be honest in life and to do the right things.
My mother has liked every renovation in there. Every time I finished something she’d be on the phone bragging to all of her friends. “Look what I got!”. Furthermore, I have emails of when she stated that the house was hers and mine. Not my siblings, not the family home. Hers and mine. I even have emails stating where I am cursing at Dr. Owen James for telling my mother not to put me on title. That guy screwed me in so many ways. Those anti-depressants I was on… he told me I had to be on those the rest of my life. The only reason I went on them is because I was a wreck when my dad passed away and all the things that happened back then. While I was on those pills I was spending money then asking the doctor why I was doing that. He just shrugged his shoulders. There was all kinds of stressors. He told me not to phone the police asking for help with my siblings when they were destabilizing the house, he just wanted me to keep seeing him. That’s all I was ever told. Stay on the medication, grin and bear your siblings even while he’s stating they are taking years off my life. Just come and see him. I think there is very good reason why his notes do not contain everything that was said. In fact I wonder if he edited them just before releasing them to me. He has to cover his own ass. He guided me to do things under duress that he should have never of guided me to do.
My mother admitted to him that she wouldn’t have that house without me. That’s not in his notes. He told me she said I was the “one”, my mother would say that. I was the one who cared about her and the house. He told my mother not to give me anything until she died, to not put me on title, in effect keeping me sick and unable to solve my problems. I wished I never involved him because by doing that he completely fucked me. All my friends and my employers kept telling me what I already knew, to stop the problems there I need to be on title. No one respects me otherwise. My mother always told me I would “get”, at one pointed she hinted at the house, something that is so personal to me I can never find the words. I don’t care about the value of it, it’s not money, it’s the property, I’ve always seen that house like no one else, they’ve always seen it as something to deny me. To play me on. She even admitted in 2009 or so that it was my house and it was her house. Something she could never let my siblings know for fear of their reprisal to her. They never helped her, they only ever helped her to shaft me. That’s a game that’s gone on since we were all kids.
I don’t know how many times I have almost committed suicide in the past. I know the winter of 2013/2014 was the worst. My siblings were complaining that they were hiding me. They didn’t seem to care that I was in that state or that they put me there, just that they’d get in trouble if they didn’t report it. By law they figured out they were accomplices if they didn’t report, so they told my family GP. I almost did it several times. In fact, the only reason I didn’t was because I was just scraping by making my bills. The moment I couldn’t make my bills I was going to do it. I’m in that same state now with the bills but I am not suicidal. Honestly, I don’t how I am going to handle functioning if I can’t operate. It’s not in my mind because all of this seems surreal. The worst thing ANY of you can do is block my path to make money. I am sorry, but the Psychiatrist is a fool for what she did, putting me in the hospital. That was the WORST thing for my mental health in the coming months that she could have done. I will refuse to speak with her again if you ask. If you want to help me, help me support myself while staying an out-patient.
And please sir… do help me. I have been screwed all of my life. I don’t always let all of what makes me tick come out, I think that’s a survival mechanism, but under certain conditions will let things out, like why that house has been so important etc. I wasn’t the kid who laughed at parents, I was the kid who tried. That’s what makes this even more sickening for me. They didn’t care and now for the last decade, even longer they keep saying mom’s going to die.. they care about the equity. My mother has been convinced just to care for herself and to screw me. You know something else? They are the ones who should be getting charged, they manipulated a senior citizen into lying under Oath and to committing Fraud in order to hurt a vulnerable family member. I used to go to work so sick I could hardly function, not just last year, but for many many many years on end. I am actually surprised that I do not ulcers and many other problems, but I do have many physical problems.
Everyone blames me, but for me, this is all part of the cost of the plan to stick with it all the way through, twenty years ago. If I wasn’t the way I am, that house would have been gone a long time ago. If I am guilty of “mischief” that’ll be the biggest bunch of BS. Not only that, but all the stresses and the Effexor (anti-depressants) all played a role. I seriously think the PMPD is acting in bias and I do fear what Dr. Koo said, the law does not always do the right thing, often, they make things worse.
This email wastes our time together so I will cut if off now.
Dan Berladyn
PS. I do not trust Jenn Ohashi of the PMPD or her direct superior officer, they have displayed no concern for me.