Protection

     Since February 5, 2025, I have had an uphill battle trying to protect my grandson and, if necessary, his father, my son. I put in a victim report for my sons' address so the Winnipeg police would go see if he was safe. 

If I suspected victimization in any of my sons' homes, I would not hesitate in doing this again.

I had never done that before, in life, but one never knows what kind of situation people get into after they get married.

There was a rumour circulating, a few years ago, in the family, that a grandma was taking a daughter- in- law to court for visiting rights of her grandchildren. At the time, I thought, that is so extreme. What kind of lunacy has created this situation? Well, the lunacy was what the mother had done to create the situation. Apparently, she had moved out of the house she and her husband were living in and, somehow, hidden her children from the grandmother. I hope I never have to resort to this type of legal action.

So, I'm still waiting for paperwork from an attack upon my personhood that caused me such a terrible life situation, I exercised my legal rights to 'disagree' with someone, after enduring a horrific assault on my legal rights in home invasion by local police and ensuing forced blood tests and then a string of people calling themselves professionals asking me personal questions. At the time, I thought, whatever you do, don't move to this small town. I don't think they know anything about human rights. 

My human rights, in the situation earlier this year, were so violated I am astounded that any person would advocate for this type of brutality. I was forced to stay in a rather uncomfortable place. I am a law abiding citizen so I complied to this violation of my human rights. 

The first thing I did was ask if there was a library. I was, almost immediately, granted my request. I took out one novel. I skimmed it, didn't like the brutal descriptions of crime, by the writer very famous writer and returned it to the library the next day. I then scanned the bookshelves and saw a title that seemed fitting for my situation... 'Unfit to Practice' and 'Revenge of a Middle- aged Woman.' I spent the next few days reading those books.

I spent three days, forcibly confined, without clean clothes, my own shampoo, my own toothpaste and toothbrush, all the normal life accoutrements, from my home, when I am undisturbed in my peaceable life. I showered with the horrible products they gave me and put my dirty clothes on each day until my husband took time off of work to bring me my clean underwear and clothing, etcetera. Then, I endured the most astounding threat I have ever received. After, once again, forcibly, taking my blood, it was suggested that I try some medication. Now, of course, these people did not know that I do not do well with almost any drug. (I received the wrong medication during surgery, one time, and I puked for five hours after. It was just a day surgery.) So, in order to satisfy the 'people in charge' I agreed to try two pills only of a different variety each. The next morning I could hardly get out of bed, I was so dizzy I almost fell on the way to the bathroom. After speaking with the man in charge I said I was not taking medication for a condition I don't have to experience a bad drug reaction. He, intelligently, gave me the right to say 'no' to drugs. Unfortunately, he didn't inform the other staff and, when I was alone in my room, with no witnesses to protect me, a very large Neanderthal- sized woman came to give me this bad medication. When I informed her that I wouldn't be taking it because it was terrible for me, she replied, 'We can inject you, you know.' I believe her name may have been Jen. I told her I would take legal action against her and the organization should that ever happen to me.

So, one thing I would like to inform people who lie and subvert the truth and try to set up a God- fearing, law abiding citizen, myself most certainly, is this; what you sow, you will reap.

Now, I know there are rash, out- of- control behaviour people who have used words like... she's emo, an overly sensitive emotional person. I really do not like that lingo. It suggests all kinds of subculture influences that I would not accept as a reasonable defense against staying in control of oneself. A number of weeks ago, my grandsons' mother had one of those 'emotional moments' when I dropped in to return a little bit of money my son had sent me the year before. I had just put it into a little gift box and was waiting for the right time to bring it to him. I had such a hard time trying to give them gifts last year. Each box was returned to me, to this post office, unopened, and I had to pay twice for each gift box I sent my sons. So I stopped sending my love expressions... sweat shirts, sheets, pillows, blankets, heated blankets, sweat pants. In one package, I sent a frozen package of hamburger and a frozen pound of bacon. I sent the package on a Monday and it was back here by Friday. The hamburger and bacon were still cool so that is what my husband and I ate for dinner that night. 

Now, I am so afraid that my sons and their families are safe. I have sent a lot of messages to them saying they can come here, to my house, anytime. They will be safe here. 

What I like to remind my daugthers- in- law is this. My sons were in perfect condition when they left 90 Forest Cove to marry you. I require them to be in the same, safe and perfect condition even if they live with you, as well as my grandchildren. You must also keep them safe. If you are incapable, we will step in and help you. Phone anytime and I will be there to help you with your situation. Just remember, I live 3 1/2 to 4 hours' drive away.