From: Dan Berladyn [mailto:dberladyn@gmail.com] Sent: March 18, 2016 1:16 PM To: Mogk, John Philip <JohnPhilip.Mogk@fraserhealth.ca>; carrie cound <carriecound@live.com>; opagliacci@dc38.ca; tedschwing@gmail.com Subject: RE: Hi John Mogk. - Your Psychiatrist

I have kill sometime, can I use that word?  I was in my doctors office yesterday and one of the medical staff said they told their kid they could kill them.  Obviously not with the exact same feelings but similar in ways perhaps, I thought it was funny.  A part of me wonders a few things.

You said you thought I had an illness because I wasnt depressed.  I know depression will not help, but I think a total emotional collapse is coming.

I expressed my thoughts of Emotional Trauma, Depression and even PTSD as my proper diagnosis to my GP and he said perhaps.  Perhaps that and a little bipolar.  I'm not sure definitions do anyone truly any good.  I see the same things in my oldest brother, but see him running in the "positive" as opposed to the "negative".  Which makes sense as he always got what he psychologically needed from me.  He takes, I lose.

In the hospital there wasn't an official diagnosis.  In fact they said they didn't have time.  Both cases at RCH.

When I look at the Officers notes I see her write things that are not true and things at least in heavy bias.  Did you tell her that I stated I hadn't had concern for my mother?  Funny, because I can look through text's and emails to see me stating that I do have concern.

Also, that Pyschiatrist in your office.  She may hold more weight like you do with that piece of paper, but I remember how it went in there.  I don't need a piece of paper for that.

I was out of the hospital, my nerves where wracked immediately by the PMPD showing up and playing their way into my space where they told me id better get out of that house, my home where I remember being in a crib.

I didn't sleep the night before I had seen you.  One of the first things I said to you. When I saw you, you immediately noticed my lowered stress state.  You stated 30 minutes in to a 60 minute session that "they" wanted a Psychiatrist to see me.  I agreed unsure.

Once she was in there, with 30 mins remaining, I became concerned to get stamped and labelles really quickly as she jotted notes.  I told her that a little alarmed, she agreed there wasnt much time.  Them she brought up my dad an emotional issue for me.

Then she wanted me back in the hospital, the worst thing you could do to me because of my finances and my needing to return to work.  Of course I'm going to get upset.  Then she asked if I ever wanted to hurt someone.  Of course, that's emotion and many people have in their lives, I stepped away from her feeling unreal what was happening.

Not to be stereotypical, but like a sensitive girl she got all sensitive saying oh my God, I'm concerned for you.  You need to go to the hospital, again the worst thing that could be done.  I told her that's the worst thing she could do for me.  She said she was concerned for me, I remember thinking my God she's sensitive.

You suggested I have a smoke while you two talked about it.  You were good to me in that you were fair.

I phoned my friend, he told you not to let them take me. I told you not to take me.  Yet you took me. Once there, I was calm like you even said to be.  I finally was spoken to by decently by Psychiatrists who spent time talking.  Three of them. Two new ones, one I really liked.  He was actually a good guy, #2 that night.

I insisted the PMPD not leave the scene to take me home. They tried dumping me there.  The reports lie.  I was calm. I started feeling like I was getting played at the end of the night.  Even one of the Psychiatrists that I thought was going to help me stated good things.

Then I noticed them talk to the PMPD for a while and the PMPD left.  I was still calm.  I was still dressed and using my phone where the battery died.  At 10pm it became apparent that I wasn't leaving.  On of the psychiatrista walked by, #3 that night, he said hopefully this will all work out for you and time will tell.  Upon realizing I wasn't leaving for sure, I told him he was crazier than I was.

Other people making decisions for m y life when they don't even know what I need in my life.  That's Crazy.

Everyone was nice, the security detail was nice.  The nurses were nice.  We had conversations, they remembered me yesterday.  Friendly happy to see me.  Same with the nurses, I went to RCH yesterday.

Upon my release before arrest, Dr. Scarth was actually carrying a different tune than from when I first met him on my very first trip.  He was very nice and trying to help me.  On the second day he said he didn't have time to diagnose me, I can't were his exact words. He mentioned he'd get me out of here to get on with my life.

I waited another day laying in that bed just sleeping because there was nothing else I could do.  Finally he came to me and said he was sorry, he can't legally hold me any longer.  I thought that was strange, I wanted to be at work.  He offered some words describing me. Vulnerable was on of them.

Next I am arrested.

I was railroaded because the notes lie.  That's very disappointing for me.  I've always respected the PMPD and I felt I'd be treated better as a life long resident and human being who always took pride in his city.

Nice to see the arresting officer was a new hire.  Someone who has to prove herself and possibly even knew my sister growing up.  The same elementary school she told me, from the same neighbourhood unless she's full of it.

Anyways, I respected you for your Masters.  You spent time earning that.  I just want to write you hoping you were not pushed into railroading me.  Your paper should be worth something as well as your Oath.

I see the Officers notes.  Makes me laugh because of the "System" and what the Duty Counsel said.  Her thoughts matched mine.  Anyways doesn't really matter, I don't see a workable solution for me other than the truth.  It's all too late now.  My life is completely destroyed.

I'm not asking you to wear anything in regards to that, I'm sharing it with you and I hope you don't share this with the prosecuting party.

Take care, Dan. Berladyn