I have three relevant life stories that fit into this medical abuse area. One that happened to me, One that happened to my ex-husband, and one that happened to my grandmother. None of these Ohio cases were ever investigated or acted on, to my knowledge. Please read on:
The medical abuse case of Grandma:
Before I begin this story, I need to preempt it by saying that I "know" there were pre-existing problems with Grandma prior to me getting involved in this, but Grandma lived in another state (Pennsylvania) and I lived in Ohio, so I have no idea what all happened. All I know is what she "said".
I got involved with this because my elderly Grandmother kept repeatedly calling me on the phone. She lived in a senior citizen's apartment complex in Bridgeville, a small town outside of Pittsburgh. On the phone, she kept saying that she hated where she was living, and felt trapped, but my uncle, who found this place for her wanted her to stay put. She kept complaining about people going into other people's apartments and raiding apartments (these were people with pass keys), about people dieing, and about people being assaulted and killed in the laundry room there. My grandmother had been pretty much an isolate her entire life, and felt unhappy to be placed there because she would rather be around her family and claimed that my uincle was ignoring her. She did not drive or have a car, so was pretty much dependant on other people or public transportation. The thing here, is she kept calling me, and calling me, and on one occasion, called me from the hospital. She claimed that my uncle beat her up and she had other medical problems, so this is why she was there. I drove there that night and got there late. She really was all beat up in the hospital, and kept saying that my uncle did this to her. But there was more to the story than just this, because not only did someone beat her up, they also urinated all over her apartment floor. In addition to this, she was taking many different kinds of medications that were not correlated with one another, and seemed to be having intermittent spells of what could have been alzheimer's or could have been something else. She also claimed that she had a bag of money stolen, but never said why she had a bag of money in her apartment. She kept saying that my uncle did this, and when she got better and was back in her apartment, we called the police and made a police report. I also knew for a fact that someone was coming in late at night because on one occasion, my husband and I were sleeping on the sofa bed in her apratment (in the living room) and the shopping cart that she put in front of the apartment door moved and the door opened enough to let light in from the hall and then quickly shut. This was at about 2:00am in the morning. We also told the police that we (my husband and I) were going to move her to Ohio with us, so they said that because she was leaving anyway, this would not be investigated. Then, when she came to Ohio, she started acting strangely. She knew that I had a job and was in college, but was not happy about staying alone. She would not go to the senior citizens center or socialize with anyone, and her appetite seemed to be weird and she would only eat certain things, so I called social services. Also, during this time, she developed a weird relationship with a woman at Huntington Bank in Westerville, Ohio (a small town near Columbus) who opened accounts there, named "Betty", and called this poor woman many times during the day and night. (She had her own phone put in her room). She also called other people late at night, particularly my mother. Because Grandma kept saying that she wanted her own place to live, I kept calling senior centers and agencies to try to be helpful. Then, she decided that she wanted to go up and live with my mother, and since my mother and her husband agreed, they came to get Grandma and her stuff with a moving van. The day after they moved Grandma out, Catholic Social Services called with an apartment opening. The "medical abuse" had to do with the many drugs that she was taking that were unnecessary and unneeded. I tried to be helpful in this venue, but I noticed that when she moved back with my mother, she was on as many pills as she had been on in Pittsburgh, if not more. Grandma died while living with my mother and my mother's husband.
My Story :
I have been medically abused more times that I can count, but probably the most terrifying for me was when My husband, myself, and our son were living in Westerville, a small town outside of Columbus. I was supposed to go to the local hospital there for a routine medical test, and this test was NOT routine, but was more like some kind of Sado-masochistic 'trial' for me. This is because this'test' consisted of me lying nude on an operation table, where I was conscious, with a " male medical assistant" standing by my right shoulder, a "doctor" at my foot near the medical machines, and my then husband standing near the door of this small room. For some reason, they got a catheter, with a pointed end, and inserted this up my left leg, through the sole of my foot, which was terribly painful, and then for some reason stopped this procedure and "let me live". This bled for a long time while I was lying in the hall on a guerney. My husband's position in this was to stand near the door, as if watching the door, like some kind of guard. This "medical assistant" had an erection from this. I was terrified and thought they were going to kill me. I was not experiencing any kind of heart problems at the time. There are the kinds of things that crooks do to victims, to make them mistrustful of doctors and the medical community. I don't think that any legitimate medical people would participate in something like this. My father would have more to say about this, if he were still alive, because he started experiencing heart problems when we lived in Medina, and 'by coincidence' one of the doctors treating him was a neighbor who I babysat for - an oriental man married to a blonde American woman named "Austriaco". This particular medical abuse was in conjunction with crooks setting two of my cars on fire, and with participation in a group called "Women of Today" where the other people were strange. Not only did my husband "stand guard' in this same time increment, he also kept trying to throw me out of the house to pair me up with a man in group, who was a true weirdo who carried weapons in his blue Honda Civic along with stacks and stacks of porn magazines. I got in contact with this group through an advertisement they had put in the local paper. As per usual, my husband would never do anything about people like this, and in addition kept trying to trap me with them. This is when I realized that no matter what this man said or did, he would always be a crook.
P.S. - There were also other women who joined this group, (which was suppoed to be a newly forming, women's public service, community and project oriented group), but who dropped out after they found out how these "originators" of this group were. These other women did not have corrupt husbands who kept trying to get rid of them, or permanently trap them with people like this. For some reason, I think these "originators" were from Wooster, Ohio and were people that my husband knew from before, regardless of what he says. Whoever these "friends" were who originated this 'women's service group', they were connected with other very low class people who 'looked and acted' like Ku Klux Klan members. Then, as a result of this, I kept "kicking myself" both emotionally and mentally for "giving these low class people a chance to begin with - for allowing them to have an opening in which I could be abused". This conflicts with my value system which says to "disregard people's social class and behaviour and validate them as people, anyway".
His story:
My husband has a scar, both lateral and horzontal in the form of a "cross" which goes horizonally across his belly betton and goes all the way across to sides and another scar that intersects with that and starts at top of chest and goes all the way past stomach, to make a "cross". He claims scar is a result of surgery he had to lose weight years ago: first an intestional bypass operation which was reversed, and then a stomach stapling which was also reserved. He now also has Multiple Sclerosis, or M.S. which seems to get worse and worse every year. I 'think' that M.S. "can be" a "created" disease, created by stress on the body and I have definately thought that maybe this rpior surgery, whatever it really was for, is the primary cause of this current M.S. Since he has never told me very much period, this is another thing that "only the shadow knows" for sure.
