I live in an H.O.A. To tell everyone the truth, I do not know what the letters H.O.A. stand for. I think that it is Housing something Association. It just means that a party buys a unit and then pays an H.O.A. fee once a month to have things like common area fixes made, laundry machines and facilities kept up, common area cleaning done, common area heat, yardwork, landscaping, and shoveling done as well. I have been here for three years on the 10th of July. My parents bought the unit and I pay them rent. There is a board, and I went to the first board meeting in my stepfather's stead. From there forward, my mother and stepfather have handled things. I am actually a very private person, who has had to divulge information for my own safety along the way, but I keep things in for a very long time. I keep very good records in my head, or at this point, I would be dead. So I have been dealing with a very cold community here at this H.O.A. They really want nothing to do with me. They do not want to talk to me, and I do hear them speaking about me, using my name, when they pass by my window when it is open. It is never positive, and it is not based in reality. The lies afoot here are many, and I have kept quiet. I did make three reports to Minneapolis Police Department. The first was an in person call about a noise complaint about 6 months after I came to this residence. I let the officers know, on film, that the door banging here was absurdly loud and it frightened me. They said that if it was not after 10 pm, they could do nothing. I just sat with that direction and never called back. One night about 7 months ago, my upstairs neighbor banged at 1:30 a.m. I had had it. Myself and my cat were terrified. I got online and filed a police report, immediately. On another occasion, I was verbally assaulted at my door by a very agitated, rageful, and dysregulated different male neighbor who may or may not have been high on some type of chemical like crack. I knew to just stand there as he attacked for about 5 minutes. I just repeated the same information to him quietly. His movements were very threatening, and his yelling and incoherence was too. I was very scared and so I told no one. I waited about one month and then made a nonemergency police report online. I was afraid that the board would judge me because all here were getting so hostile and banging the doors around my door downstairs so loudly at an ever-increasing rate. I did hear, outside a door one night, people talking. They said, "If she cannot make it up and down the stairs, she can no longer live here." I am the only one who lives here who had problems with my back and thus the stairs. I was terrified, so I walked away. Today, I was very publicly, confronted by my stepfather and mother at PUNCH PIZZA by BDE MKE KASKA. They said that the board here had called them about instability in me in the night. I have been having trouble sleeping because of nightmares. I broke down a very complicated timeline and situation for my stepfather primarily and told him of the really scary things that had been happening to me at the hand of this "community". There is instability here, but it is defineitly not me. My apartment and body are really showing that that is reality. Maybe banging does not sound scary, but when one has a past with trauma, hyper alertness can set in. I had been dealing with trauma, and that is why I was having the nightmares. I have also been experiencing complications from a brain injury, and I have been working on it in the pool and in land workouts. I have also been doing memory exercises. I told my stepfather that he could speak to the H.O.A. president with what we had discussed. The president has always seemed very friendly when I see him here, but lately, his vehicle has been here less and less. I let my family know that I was finally sleeping better and that I was seeing the doctor on Thursday. They want me to link in my sister. We are playing telephone tag, but I told her I would call her tomorrow. I will just say that I am protected, federally, by the Americans with Disabilities Act. I do not really feel protected, but maybe a brave lawyer out there can stand up for me for a change because he does care. I did let Mayor Frey know, via his voicemail about the situation here. I wished him a happy and successful Gay Pride. I know not his sexual orientation or marital status, but it is a big event for Minneapolis every year. I have been there 5 times and to one in Indianapolis as well. I told him that maybe former Police Chief Janae Harteau might be interested at looking into some of the dubious characters in this script. I mentioned some places to go and some databases to check. I just put this here to slip back into slumber. It has been a stressful day. I did have a migraine after the conversation, and I took a nap and then took a bath. I cooked a chicken stuffed cheese and broccoli breast in my Black in Decker three in one for dinner. Just ponder, all, what it feels like to have that kind of conversation so publicly. Just think about shaking so hard because you were that scared, and your neurology was even betraying you. Just think what it is like to have people like that saying if you are going to have to be pushed out to a "facility" to handle your "disease". Hennepin County and other "community members" have so violated my rights and taken my life over and over again. I have no friends. I have a cat. I am so very fat, but I write and I do not do wrong. I have never been a threat to myself or others, but boy have others been a threat to me. I will just now say that what happened today was not okay, and hopefully we can just move on from here. I am tired of living in fear. I don't even want to go out anymore. It is hard to even walk out the door. There is no point to say anything further. I am not depressed. When I emote in this way, I feel better the next day. No one reads this anyway. When will people who hurt me ever pay? I guess never, but whatever. I do not need vengeance, but maybe an angel or two out there needs it for me. Jennifer Mayer the only democracy in a land of hypocrisy
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