I was a highly paid earning individual earning 200,000 till 2010 October

I underwent surgery in October of that year to remove benign lumps.

2010  Right After Surgery – I was made to feel stalked when I was in large retail stores like Walmart. I had people surround me with their cell phones making me feel intimidated. I was made to feel like I was being tailed by people in parking lots and elsewhere. I would hear clicks on my phone, when I placed a call making me feel like I was being listened on to.

I Logged a series of reports with Law Enforcement right away.  Instead of offering help they insinuated that I might be mentally ill and that I should probably think about the medication I am on as I might be experiencing some hallucinations.

I knew with that kind of demeanor that I would not receive any help from Law Enforcement. I was pretty certain that I had been exposed to something toxic at the time of surgery or after. I have been in the United States since 1997. For the 14 years of my career in the United States till 2010, I have held leading positons and done really well. I was earning $200,000 at the time of my surgery. Not once in those 14 years did I feel like I was stalked like I felt after my surgery.

I flew back to India my home base to visit my parents. I wanted to see how I would feel when I travelled abroad miles away and if the feeling of being stalked would persist or go away. I returned from there to sever all ties with my family and my husband. I ended it all.I never returned back after that final trip in 2010. Till my final trip in 2010 I visited my parents once in 2 years.


At that time I was a mother of 2 innocent children who were 4 years of age at that time. There truly was no place to run or to hide. I  quit my job after that trip and hung back at home.  I refinanced the home, refinanced all payments, cut all corners and ensured the household would run even after I took my high earnings out of the equation.

2010 – 2012 – I stayed focused on my 2 twin girls, 4 years of age in 2010, their upbringing and ensuring that the household stayed well run, while I did everything to get the finances back up and running. I steadily grew back the savings from $16,000 to $40,000 in those 2 years.

During these 2 years, I ensured that I was my normal self in the community and ensured that I lead a normal life as any everyday kind of mother. I cooked and cleaned the house, did the laundry, dropped and picked up the kids to school, ensured that the children made it to all their activities. I was a very ambitious mother who saw her entire world in them. My girls at that time were singing in the choir, dancing tap, jazz and ballet, ice skating, diving, swimming  and piano playing. I ensured that I was with them at all these activities. During the summers, I ensured that I spent time with them at all the museums within the twin cities, at fun parks and beaches. I also during this time took care of all the finances and went about my everyday life meeting with accountants, financial consultants, grocery shopping, taking the girls to their doctor appointments, taking care of other basic needs such as maintenance around and in the house etc. I ensured of all other routines in the household that I had established, such as celebrating all celebrations within the household for which I always organized fun parties at which they could have a blast.

As most Gang Stalking Programs when the predator ensures that the victim realizes that she has nowhere to go and no one that she can turn to for help, the emotional and physical abuse is intensified.  I was physically and emotionally abused from 2010 – 2012 for which I was in no position to take my case to Law Enforcement as they refused to help me out in 2010. As most Domestic Violence cases, unless the physical evidence can be seen on you, it does not really mean anything to some folks. Most people forget that Domestic Violence does tend to take place within the privacy of 4 walls and not on the outside.

2012 – I was involuntarily committed. As most Gang Stalking Programs the goal was to ensure that I be rendered Schizophrenic - mentally ill.

Allegations against her
 Prodromal Phase of Depression prior to quitting her job in Late 2010.
 Intense Paranoia.
 She demands that all blinds are drawn as objects around her are speaking to her and as per husband is incredibly vile and vicious and attacks her husband constantly.
 She is being controlled by microwave technology.
 She hits herself, she is screaming around the house, she is trashing objects around the house each day.
 She has prolonged episodes of continual laughter and profanity each day. During these episodes she experiences very racist like profanity continually flowing out of her mouth along with experiencing prolonged episodes of euphoric laughter all blended in with garbage sentences that flows out of her mouth completely unprovoked and involuntarily with no apparent trigger each single day when she is on the inside of the house.
 She is caught crying when no one is watching.
 Husband life and the innocent girls lives are in grave danger.
 Her husband and her children live in intense fear of their lives every minute of their lives.
 Threat to herself and others with the acute psychosis she is experiencing as she is experiencing command hallucinations, is completely unaware of her actions and has no control over what she might do to self or others.
 She is manic depressive, manic high, manic impulsive and spends oodles of amounts of money on her manic spending sprees.


 My medical records in 2012 recorded my ex-husbands statements of how crazy and insane I was on a daily basis on the inside of the home for 2 years straight after my surgery in 2010. However my records failed to read that there were no episodes on the outside of the home, nor did it read the patterns or behavior of my life on the outside of the home. It failed to read that there were no episodes on the outside of the home inspite of being a woman who lived a full life in the community for those 2 years. Given that I took care of all the needs of the household and given that I was at all the activities with the children in kid friendly places, an episode of a woman screaming racist derogatory profanity with the intensity of what is recorded in my video captures of me at home, in the community would have been called out. "Statements like U White Fuck, U White Bitch, U Black Whore" typically don't tend to go unnoticed when a woman is screaming those statements around other children and parents in places of instruction. Sadly my records failed to call out a very important fact that a woman this insane for 2 years straight prior to her committal on the inside of the home had the ability to each day walk out of her home and lead her life absolutely normal only to return back home and begin to experience the involuntary episodes of profanity and laughter again when she is on the inside of the home each single day.

As per my committal paperwork and as per my ex-husbands statements in the affidavit community members i.e. the neighborhood were harassed by my presence as they have frequently reported by rash driving habits in the neighborhood which they attributed to my mental illness. When people are so quick to call in reports, the absence of intake reports in the community of any episodes of profanity or euphoric laughter is proof of the fact that there are no episodes in the community or is proof of the fact that instructors in these 3rd party kid friendly places did not keep kids safe around me if  I  experienced episodes and not call in episodes of such racist derogatory profanity and euphoric laughter around innocent children.

I was at a moment's notice one morning in May of 2012, rudely yanked out of my life and forcibly committed on grounds of all of the allegations that are listed above. There was not one thought into why a woman who spent almost 5 hrs in the community on a daily basis did not experience any episodes of profanity or euphoric laughter especially when she was so violently and profanely ill inside of the house. How would it be feasible for a woman to be that ill each day inside of the home and go to every one of these activities  on a daily basis and just not exhibit the psychosis she was experiencing inside of the home for 5 years straight till 2 public episodes in 2015 for which community reports were logged right away.  There was not one thought about why a woman who was earning $200,000 annually would become so ill after a surgery. There was not one thought about why no one in her family was curious or why would it not occur to her family to ask one very basic simple question "What about that surgery was so harmful that would cause her to become this ill?"


My Paperwork comprised of statements from my ex-husband and his friend that listed how profane and vile my language was, how uncontrollable my behavior seemed to be, how I seemed to swing between high's of intense emotion to low's of intense depression. A woman exhibiting such intense high's and low's typically does not have the ability to lead a normal life in the community on a daily basis which clearly I did every single day before I was forcibly yanked out of my girls lives. Why would it be manic depression when a woman was this engaged in her life on a daily basis. That by no means matched any definition of manic depression in any psychiatric dictionary.


After I was rudely yanked out of my home, I was placed on a 72 hr hold. During the 72 hr hold, my paperwork read that there are some sporadic episodes of euphoric laughter within the confines of my room. However all face to face interactions with any individual seemed to be normal. It also reads that I am pleasantly euphoric and does not seem to exhibit insight into my illness.  While the 72 hr hold read the sporadic instances of hysterical laughter only within the room, it did not read any episodes of profanity or intense agitation. Nor did it read any episodes of me sobbing uncontrollably, hitting myself or others or having a need to talk to my imaginary friends in my virtual hallucinatory world. It did quite the opposite. It reads as though, I had lost the intense agitation, the intense emotion, the involuntary need to trash objects around the house and hit myself. It seemed as if I had transitioned to a pleasant euphoric state, while I interacted with people but would experience sporadic incidents of euphoric laughter in my room for which no one produced any camera recordings.  It did not record any paranoia or fear of the unknown either. I was still awaiting the Jarvis Order which meant there were no observations in Unit while I was NOT on medication. It was like the episodes of profanity and euphoric laughter that I had lived each day just magically disappeared in Unit even without medication. After the 72 hr hold I was committed for an entire month.  I was being committed for the first time in my life. I chose to refrain from speaking too much to the case workers that were appointed by the court as I chose to speak only in the presence of my court appointed lawyer. My need to ensure that I was protected by my lawyer was viewed as not a normal response  where  I was protecting my rights but rather that of extreme paranoia and a marked lack of insight into my illness. Doctors did not wonder about how strange it was for a woman who was so vile and profane, responding to visual and auditory hallucinations to the extent I was for 2 years straight only on the inside of the house would not be terrified out of her mind experiencing the first committal process that she was going thru with no attorney representation. Nor did they wonder about why they did not see any episodes of viscous vile profanity or intense agitation while I was in hospital especially when I should have been so fearful of what laid ahead of me? Why would that experience not simply terrify me when I realize that no one will help me and I will be forced onto drugs for a long time to come with no help from anyone. Why would it be odd for a woman who should naturally experience fear of the unknown and the stress related to it not experience any episodes as a result of what lay ahead of me given the involuntary nature of my episodes. The stress should only add fuel to fire and aggreviate the involuntary nature of my episodes causing me to experience more episodes than normal.  My entire life ahead of me would be scarred as a schizophrenic for the rest of my life that had the potential of being used to no end to my ex-husband's advantage. He was being handed an advantage where he could divorce me any day and would be granted the custody of the girls. He was being handed an advantage where I would never be able to resume my career again or perhaps not be able to even find a job. Why would the thought of returning to that abusive violent environment that I lived in for 2 years straight after that fateful surgery experiencing the episodes I did each day not terrify me when it was such an advantage to him especially when I was being denied every opportunity to present 3rd party testimony to present the other side of the coin where no one had seen me experience these episodes on the outside of the home at these activities. 

A Jarvis Order was called for right away inspite of no observations in unit in a person’s presence.

I was refused attorney representation. I was appointed a court appointed attorney who did me no justice and chose to meet me for the first time 30 min prior to my Jarvis Order hearing.

I was refused cross examination of witnesses that made statements, the HERESAY grounds on which 6 months of harsh neuroleptics were ordered. Case workers wrote down statements made by ex-husband blind along with also writing down statements from my ex-huband's 2 best friends. Case workers did nothing to interview the teachers of the school that I frequented each single day with my girls. Case workers did nothing to interview the teachers from all these 3rd party instruction activities that I was at each day. Case workers did nothing to study my life outside the home. Instead they presented the testimony they wrote down blind to the court without summoning the witnesses i.e. the 2 best friends to the witness stand in court such that an opportunity may be presented to my state appointed attorney to cross-examine them.

With no representation and no help from the system, I was forced to walk the system.

I was involuntarily committed for an entire month.

I was ordered the harshest kind of neuroleptics for 6 months straight.

I was ordered the harshest kind of medications that made me gain 35 pounds, drugged me, gave me a very sleepy foggy brain that had almost no ability to concentrate for 9 months straight.

Why would the fear of what kind of life that lay ahead of me not bring on more episodes? Why would my helplessness when I had no attorney to represent me or advocate for me not bring on more episodes when I was on the outside of the home? Why are there no reported episodes of profanity, psychosis, euphoric laughter, the need to talk to imaginary friends or any traces of uncontrollable sobbing or agitation while I was in Unit? Why would I have the ability to exercise such level of control while I was in unit experiencing such a fearful traumatic situation? If I did have the ability to exercise such immense amounts of self-control why would I not want to exercise it on the inside of the home? My entire life ahead of my lay in ruins while I lived the emotional and physical abuse in my home each day, living the terror of the sheer hopelessness of the situation with the high potential of the only thing I had left in my life - my girls taken away from me? Given my experience of what I had already lived with the system why would I have any hope of any kind of custody of the girls? Why would the thought of the wreckage that lay ahead of me not motivate me to exercise self control if I could exercise any on the inside of the home? 

None of these questions were thought about by any caseworker within the system nor any doctors in the system.

After a month of involuntary committal, I was released to a 5 month outpatient care for which I was court ordered to stay on neuroleptics and harsh antipsychotic medication. My father chose to visit me within a  week of my committal. He retired as a CEO of a very large multinational in SAUDI ARABIA that plays in money. He is used to dealing with contracts, has globe trotted and brokered contracts across 77 countries across the globe. For someone of his stature, I am sure he should recognize what lack of attorney representation meant. He did not bat an eyelid. He had no qualms delicately suggesting that I return to a filthy abusers arms i.e. my husband at that time so I can fix my so called hellhole of a marriage. He delicately suggested that I return to his bed so that I could make everything go away. What kind of a man would he be ? It did not even occur to him to wonder about the most fundamental basic question - "Why is she not ill when she is at any of these activities? How bizarre, that she is ill only on the inside of the house ?". "What made her so ill after a surgery ?" "What could she have been exposed to at the time of the surgery? ". In fact without any research or thought put into educating himself on what Schizophrenia is like, he whole heartedly supported the committal on my ex-husbands statements alone and advocated to the psychiatrist in my presence that "If there is a problem we should fix it. I am sure she will recover on medication and she should have it and get well." Not once did it occur to him that a Schizophrenics hallucinations are out of the Schizophrenics control. How could his daughter possibly be these two different identities each single day where she would explode into such racist derogatory profanity mostly while she worked before a computer and then walk outside that door to be her calm self with no racist profanity shooting out of her mouth? What kind of an illness was that? 

My husband now strong and feeling confident that he has ensured that I understand that no one will help me, tries to re-connect the marriage to which I continually refused.

I also continually refused to re-establish any kind of relationship with my family. I had conversations with them as needed and refused to establish any kind of relationship with them. While they might have succeeded in ensuring that I accept that the court order was the best thing that had happened to me and that I should accept the medication, the physical and emotional abuse, and the order to walk it, I knew that if I made an issue it would get worse. The only choice I had was to ensure that the system understood that they committed me and wrote my life away on the grounds of no observations. They had committed utter gross negligence when they did not perform a single test on me and blindly wrote my life away without even wondering about any toxic substance that I might have gotten exposed to. Why would a Schizophrenic this violently ill on a daily basis have the ability to exercise self-control when she walked out of the home on a daily basis ? As long as I stayed engaged in my activities, still had a full life on the outside of the home I continued to have proof of the fact that there were no episodes on the outside of the home.  The best thing in such an abusive environment where not one family member had lifted a finger to comprehend me or what was making me ill and where family members were exerting pressure to return to an abusers bed, the best course of action for me would be to hang low, avoid confrontations, stay engaged, have a full life on the outside so that there is always proof of my presence on the outside of the home.

On these harsh drugs I went back to work on a 6 month contract with one of my old employers. After 2 years of not working I was able to find a 6 month contract with ease at almost my old rate payscale per hr which use to be $100 an hr.  Unfortunately it was also an employer that my ex-husband provided consulting services for. Each day helpless and intimidated by the system, I would walk in with my head held high ignoring the looks and side glances of the people who I use to work with once completely healthy as the Director of Development earning $200,000 annually who were today curious about this woman who had just been released from a committal/psychiatric hospital. I ignored all the gossip and side glances and simply stayed focused at my job each day and saw the 6 month contract thru. My husband walked into my office each day and openly gloated his mock into my face asking me how I was doing on my medication fully aware of my experiences with the court system that had forced the drugs down my throat with no evidence of my episodes and no testing or investigation of any kind of test that could have been performed on me to figure out what could I have been exposed to as a result of that surgery to cause me to become this ill only on the inside of the home. He gloated his mock of the piss poor job my state appointed attorney had done where the only cross-examination question he had for my ex-husband was "Mr. Raghavan do u solemnly swear that everything u stated in these statements is true and accurate to the best of your knowledge so help u god" .  He said he did. My attorney had no more questions for him. He had gotten away with murder. He had me exactly where he wanted declared mentally ill, no help from the system, helpless as a result of my experience with the system, and no prospects for the future. He was handed a trump card where he could pull any reins and he was given the power to expect me to blindly follow as his whore.  He was so open about his mock and gloat that he would openly state that the day he initiated a divorce proceeding I would be left with nothing. 

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 After my 6 month contract ended in May of 2013, I tried to find a job. No matter how hard I tried I could not find a job. I found it odd that I could find a 6 month contract with such ease after my return from a psychiatric hospital but once I saw that contract thru, no matter how hard I tried I could not find a job. There was nothing different about my approach but I could not land a job. It was almost like someone may wanted to see how I would perform on medication and how I would perform with facing the mental health stigma of just returning from a psychiatric hospital.

I was VANDALIZED OF EVERY CENT I owned in the house. I had JWELLERY WORTH 70,000 and every cent was STOLEN from me.

My HUSBAND at that time then TOOK OVER ALL FINANCES and took over every single decision in the household.


Pre Committal of 2012, I had every cent documented, handled all finances and grew the savings to $40,000.

Post 2013 May, I had access to nothing. Everything was taken over and I was forced to go to him for my basic needs. My father who is suppose to be a highly educated man who is a  P.H.D. in organic chemistry and my mother who is an M.B.A. do not even bat an eyelid when they saw their daughter reduced to a maid of the household.
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I did the best I could to stay away from every situation that he tried to goad me into, to GASLIGHT me as even more mentally ill.

Little things were moved around, favorite books or clothes would be missing, favorite T.V. channels were taken away, maids were let go, 2 dogs that were purchased after during the 6 months of outpatient treatment were refused to be trained as a result of which till date I clean dog poop and pee all around the house. Training devices were never replaced. I am still cleaning poop and pee all around the house.  There is enough of poop and pee to drive a sane woman insane not to mention a schizophrenic who was forced to clean the poop, pee and puke all the time experiencing the sensory overload and the amplified sense of smell. To this day I can smell the urine, fecal matter and the puke in my nose and my mouth. To this day I continue to take care of their basic needs such as their well checks, grooming appointments and anything else they might need.

He would goad me, and stalk me, till I was forced to lock myself in the room with the girls, so that he could call 911 claiming threat to the girls lives. He would then pretend as to how petrified he was about his very ill mentally ill wife locked in the room with his daughters. His claims to Law Enforcement always were that he is at his wits end because he lives with a psychotically ill wife and that he needs Law Enforcement to come over and help protect the girls. He would tell the girls that "Daddy is going to fix the situation for them and that the ambulance was going to come over and take mommy away so that mommy could get well."



Law Enforcement continued to ignore my statements of the abuse I endured and logged their reports as me being mentally ill. They also failed to record the scene in terms of any video recordings of the scene. They also chose to not wear on them any  audio or video surveillance. They also failed to collect any written statements of the abuse I had endured from me. On their last interaction in the household, they chose to speak directly to my girls and let them know they should feel free to call him, if they perceived any threats from their mother clearly supporting the father’s attempts to condition their minds against a mentally ill mother. During these interactions they did on their reports call out that the abuse seems to be verbal, not physical and it seemed like the girls were not afraid of her.



 In 2014, as a result of such a domestic abuse GASLIGHT incident I was  rudely yanked out of my home and involuntarily committed again. In this incident after I was stalked and goaded for almost a week, helpless and frustrated I yanked some electronic items off the wall. My ex-husband used that as an excuse and initiated a 911 call right away. Police officers arrived on the scene and spoke to my ex-husband in private. The assessed the scene at home and saw some electronic items on the floor. They did not take any pictures of the evidence on the floor. Instead they walked up to me and asked me if I was on any medication. They said it was common for them to see symptoms of withdrawal coming off drugs. I had not had medication for over a year by then. How could I possibly be experiencing any symptoms of withdrawal? Needless to say they had an ambulance arrive ignoring to document the physical abuse and the stalking I had lived for a week now and had me to shipped to the emergency room via an ambulance. This time, the committal lasted only a week, there was no medication forced on me which surprised me. It seemed like the case worker who worked with me in 2012 recognized the abuse I had endured some OR maybe  it was the fact that she knew that I would challenge it on the grounds of the fact that there are no observations in the community for 4 years straight now. That is a pretty long stretch to go with no observations, when I still lead a full life taking care of the kids inspite of having been stolen of everything and reduced to nothing.
Regardless of her reasons she chose to shut the case down and label the committal as that it did not hold up to committal standards and there was no reason for me to be committed.


For Every 911 call my husband initiated, I chose to document my statements with Law Enforcement in writing, mail my statement to the police department and walk away from it. I knew based on past experiences that it could be used against me as my statements in 2010 were  used back to render me as a paranoid schizophrenic, nevertheless, it was still my statement and that was better than not speaking up at all.

By 2015 no matter how hard I tried  I still could not land a job. I was electronically harassed. During this period, my computer would slow down tremendously where I could barely work at home. Printers would be fried where I could not print at home and I would need to carry the printer into Best Buy to get it fixed. I would need to go to the library to get my work done so that I would not be bogged down by not being able to work at home.  Since I could not print at home. my spending habits began to change where I was forced to print at Fedex for no rhyme or reason forcing me to spend money when I had none to spare.


After almost 5 years of no observations in the community, after being vandalized of every cent, after being taken over of every cent, after not being able to find a job no matter how hard I tried, after my log has stacked up, I suddenly experience 2 explosive episodes in the community. How strange is it in the light of everything that has transpired for her to experiences 2 public explosive episodes in the community in 2015 - after 5 years of being so ill only on the inside of the home?


2015 –  By now I have a log stacking up of consistent behavior in the community where inspite of the hell I go thru, my routine has not wavered or changed. I am still out there. I speak up, I state what I  have to say in writing and walk away. A Log of my statements and the victimization I endured begins to stack up.


Within a few short months of the 2 explosive episodes in the community, 5 years into my mental illness, In Nov of 2015, I was served an Exparte Order necessitating that children be taken out of my care on grounds of grave threat to their lives. Most people know that Exparte’s are used to gain a tactical advantage in a divorce proceeding.

The Exparte was issued on grounds of my past committals i.e. my mental health history without holding an Evidentiary hearing to assess the grounds of the Exparte Order.

The 2 public episodes do not constitute for the level of dangerousness that the Exparte warrants. Also the fact that there were no observations in the community for 5 years straight barring the 2 public episodes and the extent of victimization that I had endured was completely disregarded.

An opportunity via an Evidentiary hearing to challenge witnesses that could have testified to my presence at all these activities without any episodes was DENIED. A timely Evidentiary Hearing examining the truth of the statements listed in the affidavit supplied to the court to have an exparte order issued always ensures bringing to light the lies and allegations of an abuser, which given how much victimization I had endured should have truly been necessitated as it would have brought the truth to light.  It also would have given the court an opportunity to hear from witnesses first hand about my interactions at school, my interactions and presence with all the instructors I use to work with on a daily basis with my girls and assess my demeanor at all public places from 3rd party testimony. There is only so much composure a Schizophrenic can maintain. When the tenure is as long close to 6 years, why would the court systems not be curious about exploring why there are no episodes out of the home and what is the nature of the episode on the inside of the home? The Exparte was initiated as the only choice he had to protect the children, as their lives were in Grave Danger. Why then was not any effort put in to assess the threat she posed to their lives right away? If she was such a threat,why wait 6 1/2 years before initiating it? Why not choose to protect them years ago?


The Divorce Proceeding very deliberately took on a lengthy route. Every effort to solicit continuances and delay the proceeding was put in place. Every attempt to exhaust the victims i.e. my stamina was put in place. 
　

Every attempt to ensure that I was taken out of the equation effective immediately was put in place. I was ensured that I did not have the ability to participate in any decision with regard to the children’s upbringing even prior to the issuance of the Temporary Order. I was taken out of the equation in its entirety. I took immense pride in the fact that I was raising my children to be all rounders, my stars shining bright. I was  in very clear and concise terms told by her soon to be ex-husband's attorney, that while the court may have granted "Joint Legal Custody", only the father would have a say in those decisions and not her. I was welcome to attend parent teacher meetings, view school report cards, and was of course welcome to make decisions on the 96 hrs of unsupervised time allotted to me.  Every Dream I had for them was portrayed as Obsessive Compulsive Behavior that was not healthy for them and I was ensured that I could not make any more decisions on their behalf. To  hurt me, all their lessons that I was so proud of was canned effective immediately. I fact it was canned within a week of the divorce proceeding even before the Judge ruled on the Temporary Order. Their choir singing, attending church,  swimming, diving, dancing lessons were immediately canned. Any attempt I made to ensure that their routines were still in place during the summer by attending healthy  camps were immediately canned. 


Every attempt to illicit an emotional reaction out of me and to exhaust me was employed. I gave them nothing. I gave them zero emotional reactions. I never let up and never gave up. When every attempt was put in play to exhaust me, I ensured that without letting any emotion get to me that I stayed my records very through. I ensured that the case was thoroughly documented and that everything was put on record so that the unfair justice could be called out someday.

A Custody Evaluation was appointed by the court in Mid December. The custody evaluator was chosen at the end of January. By mid September almost 9 months since the evaluator was chosen, I had not seen a report from the evaluation team as of yet. There were many continuances solicited by the custody evaluation team. It took them 9 months to produce a 30 pg report for the court that comprised of their recommendation, my testimony, my ex-husbands testimony, interview with the children, interview with his 2 best friends and finally an interview with my parents.

As a result of continual continuances,  and the inability to meet timelines at the evaluators end ensuring that everything an abuser worked toward was anchored in stone, I had no choices but to accept that until a judgement was ruled, I would not have the right to participate in my girls upbringing.


Every attempt to exhaust my Financial Resources given that I had none with the complete takeover was put in place. He is a man who earns $15,000 a month and he ensured of a $1000 spousal support to his about to be ex-wife, inspite of the heavy legal costs that I had to incur single handedly.

While he ensured of a lengthy divorce proceeding, and minimal funds allotted to me, He was also a man who solicited his family from abroad and enjoyed vacations with his family and children  thru the summer ensuring that the children have a perfect family environment.


Since the issuance of the OFP the Electronic Harassment Amplified for which I continued to log evidence with Best BUY Geek squad to substantiate the fact that I had a very hard time keeping her devices up and running. I also had logs of evidence of my inability to keep devices up and running at Micro Center. I spent hrs going to back Micro Center replacing monitoring devices and looking for help to get it up and running. I spent hrs trying to keep my cameras up and running. I had 2 cameras continually record me while I was in the home. The cameras were set to auto record in 15 min segments. The video segments would be continually interrupted where I would get only 2 min segments of the recording. Sometimes I would get 3 min segments, 5 min segments but very rarely 15 min segments until I put myself thru hell continually calling in complaints and stacking up evidence for it. Then magically my cameras began working where I got a full 15 min segment. Sometimes lighting on the camera would be interrupted where I would see purple, green and white specs of light in the environment. There would be constant electricity disruptions in the home where I would see static on my T.V. screen, hair dryers would blow out or they would not yield hot air or cold air. I would hear noises in the home sometimes clanking, sometimes loud. I would suddenly feely very chill to my bone or incredibly warm. I would experience thick dense energy in me that could drag me to the floor if I gave into it. I would experience searing pain behind both my eyes, searing pain in my ears, ringing in my ears, searing pain in other parts of my body, intense nausea, intense facial swelling and swelling on my hands and feet, intense reflux where the fluid from my stomach would gush into my mouth, frequent urination, disorientation and no recall of any of my episodes. Inspite of the host of neurological symptoms especially with no recall of what I say in these episodes i.e. a dissociative recall it never prompted the doctors or urged the doctors to do more diagnostic testing on me. 


Also my interaction pattern with Law Enforcement changed since the issuance of the OFP. I was tailed and cited about 5 times over a period of 8 months which is a stark contrast to the number of times I had been cited in the past. For the past 5 yrs since my surgery inspite of the allegations in the OFP about my rash driving habits the reality was that I had 3-4 petty misdemeanors for petty driving habits such as not coming to a full rolling stop or forgetting to turn on a left turn indicator.  The reality also was that I had only 2 speeding violations over the course of 7 years. Inspite of that once the divorce proceeding was initated I was needlessly tailed sometimes 2 units at a time for no rhyme or reason. I stood strong, took my case to court and logged the fact that I was a victim of needless harassment.

　

                                   

Right After She Leaves Cascade Bay 

                       

                          

                          

As She Heads for Her Daily Routine to Pick Breakfast at Burger King

As She Heads to her Custody Evaluation Meeting

As She Leaves the Court House

As She Leaves the Court House (2)

As She is Headed To the CourtHouse

 

As I leave Office Max Parking Lot

                              

As I Enter Walmart To Pick up Dog Food

Drones Around My House - Night Sky

I have been subject to people’s prejudicial thoughts and behavior based on mental health where I have had people in my community walk up to me and scream in my face or be subject to innuendos of community policing where people in the community would insinuate that people were keeping an extra vigilant eye in the community recently mildly threatening me or making me aware that I could be watched. I have had cars blare music under my bedroom window at 2:00 a.m. in the morning. The fact that I am mentally ill is public knowledge as per police reports as my information is available on public portals.

Today after 6 1/2 years of the harshest kind of victimization, after spending months of compiling every shred of evidence, I publish my story, the evidence of the intimidation I have endured with Law Enforcement Tailing available as seen on these videos, the evidence of the radiation I am exposed to, the effects of the radiation on my skin, and ton of pics showing how I kept my innocent children's lives filled with laughter inspite of the sheer terror I lived each day.  It also clearly shows that I did not experience any violent episode at those parties/celebrations, while I may  have experienced those episodes pre and post the party.  It is strange that inspite of the stress tied to hosting such large parties for so many children that I would never experience any episodes at these parties in my home.

Since the Divorce Proceeding, I have spent countless hours compiling every piece of evidence. I spent hrs filing responses in Court to both the proceeding and the needless tailing I had endured. I spent hrs filing evidence and attending meetings to present my evidence to court appointed custody evaluators on my case. I spent hrs compiling evidence for the medical community trying to get on the calendars of the best psychiatrists and neurologists available to me so I could challenge them to get an answer for the rare scientific phenomena that I had lived. Most Psychiatrists like the ones that treated me in 2012 were comfortable looking up a DSM V definition book to diagnose me which most intelligent laymen are capable of doing. I have yet to meet one that advocates diagnostic testing of the brain circuitry to find conclusive findings that lend itself to the diagnosis and the drugs that they were so happy to put me thru. I spent hrs trying to find Research Programs so that I could avail of diagnostic testing that I could use to challenge them some more. While I was able to avail of a couple appointments and break into a couple research programs, I was not able to still acquire diagnostic testing such as PET scans or EEG testing of my brain activitiy or testing of the dopamine circuitry of my brain or testing of any biomarkers that looked for inflammation in the brain, exposure to anything toxic or other nuerological disorders, or other seizure disorders that could manifest similar symptoms. Nevertheless,  it is still a log and proof of the fact that I was not psychotic at these appointments and that I was doing everything I could to get the medical community to do diagnostic testing on me as oppose to reading a DSM V book to diagnose me which according to the doctors I had met could not seem to find a definition bucket that accurately fit me.

It was ironic that a medical community that spent $100,000 to commit me for an entire month, who was willing to spend that kind of money to simply read a DSM V definition book to ensure me of a mental health diagnosis today inspite of seeing the intense attack I was under during my episodes at home, the intensity of how I suffered at home was not willing to spend a dime to ensure of any diagnostic testing. They were also not willing to spend a dime to observe me in any hospital. Today I was not a threat to them in any way. I was not a threat to myself or others. In 2012, I was an intense threat to everyone around me inspite of seeing no observations of any episodes just so that they could ensure of a mental health diagnosis and 9 months of nueroleptics. After the divorce proceeding was initiated and the girls were no longer under my care, providing me any care was suddenly no longer a concern nor were episodes concerning to them in anyway. Today they could not even medically justify a case where they could put a case for insurance to ensure that I received the proper testing such as PET scans, or EEG testing to diagnose any seizures that could be causing the profanity. 


I spend 1/2 my day in the Shakopee District Court taking in trials or working on research. I have spent numerous hrs at U.S. Bank in Eden Prairie compiling Financial Statements, countless hrs at FedEx in Eden Prairie printing my research, mailing out letters to everyone that I could reach out to and none of these people have seen me profane, abusive, rude or laughing hysterically. When my girls are with me , I am at kid friendly places like water sports arenas like Cascade Bay, museums, beaches or out at the malls. There is not one Police Report logged. Why? Today my visits with my girls are supervised. There is not one episode recorded in these supervised vists. Why? What proof existed of the fact that my girls witnessed even a fraction of the episodes I have lived. How was I ever a threat to their innocent lives? What efforts if any were put in by any family member to ensure of top notch specialists given their money so that 2 girls could have a mother be part of their lives. My parents own two  4-bedroom homes facing the sea in the metro of the country Bombay. My sister owns 3 homes paid cash out in different incredibly expensive parts of the world not to mention the fancy expensive jewelry they both own. All I had ever aspired for without counting on them in any way till that fateful surgery was to use my hard earned earnings to educate them in the best schools and see the world with them on my dime. So what was my family's motive behind their utter ignorance and utter lack of interest in my life? When the utter lack of interest in my life is what drove them then why did they feel motivated to advocate medication for an illness that they had no understanding of without educating themselves and why would they be so motivated to return me to an abusers bed? 


When the divorce proceeding was ruled in Feb of 2017, it asked for me to move out of my home and my ex-husband to move back into the home with fancy brand spanking new furniture. A court system that had declared me mentally not insightful and incapable of taking care of my children with no evidence of neglect was very comfortable ruling that I live by myself in a home for 2 years straight on a $1000 spousal support while living episodes as often as every 3 min in the home. I begged for the court systems to see why I could spend all day in the court house with no episodes only to be under attack the moment I walked into the home when I was all by myself only to fall on deaf ears. My ex-husband had enough resources to spend $10,000 on brand spanking new furniture, invite his parents from abroad and spend $25,000 plus in legal fees to make my life a living hell where his lawyer did one hell of a job in denying me every cent she could. Yet such a blatant act from him was ruled as him being supportive to me in every fashion where he had done everything he could to support his ex-wife while keeping his girls safe. A Divorce Proceeding that took whatever was left in my life away did not crack me or break me. Why could I handle curveball after curveball that my life had thrown me without cracking or breaking? Why to this day do I continue to fight it back? In most mentally ill people given a dysregulated brain, they are not able to handle normal life stressors. I have handled my entire life being robbed, reduced to nothing, every action of mine blatantly twisted around as a pack of lies and flung in my face and my innocent children's lives and dreams brutally yanked away from me. Is there more a mentally ill woman could handle without cracking?

Most Journals of Psychiatry will publish that when an individual experiences Switching between states to the extent I have experienced, an individual such as me would experience a high rate of re-hospitalization  or would be catatonic where I would not be able to handle simple day to day functions such as taking care of myself. Why can I after 6 1/2 years? The timeframe in question is not a month, 3 months, 6 months or even a year. It is 6 1/2 years. That is a pretty darn long stretch to continue to live in the community with the extent of switching I experience only in certain environments without crashing and being buried in some institution rendered catatonic and useless for the rest of my life. Why have doctors with years of education behind them not wondered about something as simple and basic as that?