Wrongfully Accused

                                          Wrongfully Accused

 

      All my life I have been around old people; granted they were all financially secure and never demanded money.  They never pulled my hair, threw me around, hit me with their canes or hit me.  I had back surgery at 25 and later from a car accident, a compression fracture above the surgery site.  I also developed the bone disease, osteoporosis, which puts me at a -3 and -4 when tested in 2001.  I have tried my best to honor my elders and treat them with respect.  All of them loved me and would see and talk to me when most others would shun others around them. 

    In 2005 my boy friend and I were hounded with long distance phone calls 24 hours a day from his Aunt who he barely knew.  She demanded money constantly when he owed her nothing.  She always complained that she had no money and could not live on her own after a stroke.  We should have changed the phone number and never gotten involved.  Instead, my boy friend thinking he could hook her up with her daughter, who she had, run off at 18 because Rose didn’t like the man Rosemarie wanted to marry.  We paid for her plane fare from Las Vegas, paid for her belongings to be shipped, loaned her luggage because she had never owned any and brought her to Florida.  Everything was a nightmare from then on.  Bob had to pay all of her closing bills and still needed money for the damage she did to the vertical blinds because she refused to leave them alone until she broke them.  There is also the expense of the carpets she destroyed by peeing and shitting on them, plus the bed and the bedspread.  The bedspread may be semi- recoverable, it just has Fixodent and shit smears on it. The bedspread was new, never taken out of the package before she arrived.  A lot of damage was done in the two years she was with us, with the worst to still to come.

    She attacked me by pulling my hairand throwing me into a wooden vanity (I lost 40 % of my hair from this attack) the first week of  December 2006.She threw me on the bed; kicked me with her foot and hit me with her cane after I caught her stealing my prescription medications which I had been looking for five months.  This was five months before the worst happened.  (From what happened to me next I learned if you are old you can steal Anything you want, cheat and lie all you want, and you will never serve one day of jail time or have any repercussions at all.)  This had happened twice, with the last time she had thrown me into the bathroom sink which is where the surgery site is and then she proceeded on with breaking my glasses while she kicked me again.  Since I called 911 because I was being beaten again, I ended up arrested and spent four a half days in a wheelchair and another 3 or 4 days unable to stand up straight.  A week is a long time not to be able to stand up straight.  I spent 27 days in the Pinellas County Jail for not touching her and being all bruised up, not having my glasses, which she broke and in a wheelchair to boot.  I spent the first four days just lying in bed.  She never had one bruise  because I had never touched her, I just told her to flush the toilet and wash her hands, which she claimed she would do later. She only flushed the toilet, maybe, every 5th time she used the bathroom and only washed her hands once a day.

    I have never been arrested, never even had a traffic ticket, knock on wood.  Never did anything wrong in my life.  Strangely enough the Police do not protect the disabled when an elderly person attacks them.  I was hurting so badly after the trip to the County Jail that I could not stand up straight.  I fainted after they took the first picture and the policewomen dragged me to the desk and slammed me into it.  I told them I had back surgery and was wearing a back brace but they didn't care and told me I was lying.  I told them to look under my top; instead they tightened the handcuffs and scrapped an inch of skin off my upper arms.  Then they called the nurse who did look at the brace and got me a wheelchair.  I had to endure the pain, without medication for three days before a phone call could be made to my Dr. and they started giving me most of my medications.  I lost eight more pounds from not being able to eat and was afraid for my life most of the time.  After five days I was transferred to A Upper Center (AUC) and made a few friends who helped me to live through being sent to jail.  Katie, Laura and Sara made my life bearable.  After a few days Katie and I became roommates and she was always at my side when I was feeling at my worst.  I can’t ever thank her enough for helping me stay sane.  Katie was my rock, always a kind word and telling me every day they had nothing to substantiate the charges, ‘No Information’ is the term.  In late 2005 or 2006 legal papers had been drawn up placing me as second in command on a Durable Power of Attoney, Durable Health Care Power of Attonrey and Designated Health Care Surrogate.  There is also a Living Will Declaration and her will.  I am still being asked to ok her operations and whether she can have blood or anesthesia.  For a woman I have never touched, let alone abused, I have all in the legal rights in this matter.

    Breakfast was at 4 am and most times I just sleep through it.  The food was mostly soy based and not very good.  On Thursdays we did have smoked turkey with salad dressing and it made a great sandwich.  The beefaroni though would give me acid indigestion really bad and the only way I could stop it was to eat vanilla wafers which I got through the commissary.  After a week I was so frustrated about being in jail that I started making silly faces and doing silent screams.  This would carry on until Saturday with it getting worse every passing day.  Katie finally joined in the fun so that we were both doing it to the strange looks of the other inmates.  We did have fun. When on the night of the 27th day and the guards called my name and said to "roll it up” I almost cried and Katie did too.  Everyone, it seemed was at the door to my room and we held each other until we both started to cry.  My boy friend picked me up and I went home to the only home I had know for 3 ½ years.  Senior services refused to believe that there were no charges against me and not a word about ‘no contact’ with Rose was mentioned at the jail during my release, but Senior Services insisted there that the Police still had a “no contact’ order and they could make sure it was carried out, even though Rose had been a guest in our house for only two years and I had lived there for 3 ½ years.  Finally Senior Services called Saturday morning and said they had placed her in a nursing home.  The rep from the nursing home came out at noon and said they would pick her up at 2 pm.  They didn’t.  It wasn’t until 5 pm that he returned and took her to the home.  This was my birthday and it was the best birthday present I have ever had.

    I am still nervous and fearful, but extremely happy it should finally be over.  My boy friend has MS, which I have told him for years doesn’t matter to me one bit.  I can take care of him and will never regret it.  I deeply regret and so does he that we where taken in by a woman who has lied and deceived everyone all her life.  She only had one friend for all of her 90 years because everyone else saw through the lies.  I wish we had.  Bob will always be my Knight in Shinning Armor and I will love him forever. 

    Now I am just trying to feel safe again inside of my own skin and not to jump when the phone or door bell rings.  I just to try and live my life the best way I can.  I was wrongly accused of a crime I never committed and hope I can get myself back together, in time.  Bob and I have both realized that good deeds are punished more often than they are appreciated. 

    Two days after I was released I fainted, twice, and have been having pain between my left hip and the surgery site since the night of my arrest.  A month later I had a severe pain episcope and ended up in the ER the day after I had seen my Dr. for new pain pills.  Then last week my left knee started screaming with pain and I see an Orthopedic doctor tomorrow.  I just applied for Medicaid, for the third time, so at the moment I do not have any insurance, I know I have to go to my Doctor, but I am afraid that something is very wrong and I do not have the money to pay for any hospital bills.  Guess I will just have to wait and see what happens now.  Last month my mother sent me an email about a program from the Southern Cross, a group that deals and helps the war brides from Australia, and she said that they where getting dual citizenship for the war brides, since they had to give up their Australian citizenship when they moved to the US and that their children where eligible for the dual citizenship too.  How can I apply with this arrest hanging over my head?  “No Information” is not the same as “Not Guilty” and it will show up when I get my fingerprints taken as part of the requirements for the dual citizenship.  Will this ever end?  Will I ever get my life back the way it was?



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