The Price Of One Victory

My mother never drank or took drugs (per my knowledge). Nevertheless, she developed a psychiatric disorder, and at a certain point, I realized I needed to establish legal guardianship over her. In 2013, I filed the paperwork for my mother’s guardianship. Her mother and sister wanted to prevent this and launched a massive campaign against me, convincing everyone around that I wanted to take my mother’s apartment. Even though I had gathered all the documents, a secondary psychiatric evaluation deemed her not in need of outside assistance, her sister said she is not in need of guardianship and me.

Following this, I was subjected to everyday harassment from relatives and their friends. I became severely ill.

Also at that time, for some reason, I couldn’t speak normally, I was driven to a state where my speech became impaired. And could only say short sentences without any chance to explain a problem clearly. Looking back at these symptoms, I suspect this was not just about the stress of civil proceedings and sleep deprivation, but involved torture with the use of narcotics. On top of everything else, my cat died in terrible agony without a visible reason.

After the harassment began, and my mother couldn’t find a single kind word for me — only false accusations — I dropped everything and left. I wanted to earn money, be able to help myself, and preserve…