Help Save Oma from Abuse and Neglect

I am making this on behalf of my best friend. She would never ask for monetary help herself. She has been trying to save her grandmother from years of abuse and has depleted her bank account. After posting on facebook, desperate for help, all of the advice she has been given requires another lawyer. She feels that her time is

very limited and running out quickly. If you feel it in your heart to donate anything to help save her Oma, it would mean the world to her.

I will post the whole story down below.

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Well, here it goes. Its time.

This is so difficult. But, I need help. I’m desperate. I’m begging.

I have thought long and hard about the retaliation against me and the legal ramifications that may follow this. I have weighed it out. I have seen the power of Social Media and I’m ready to tell the world what I’ve been battling for years. Because, frankly, I feel like I’m out of options but I’m not scared and I’m not finished fighting.

It’s long. But, it needs to be. Because I need to paint the whole picture. Ready?

Everyone knows my grandmother raised me. My Oma. My bestfriend. I lived with her and my uncle (Brian) - her son. My dad’s brother. (My father committed suicide when I was little. This is important later in the story.)

My uncle and I had a great relationship until I was about 16. It was then I started noticing all of his relationships ended in court. Harassment. Abuse. Stalking. And, somehow he always got out of it. And, then had his record expunged. Every single time. I remember sitting in the back of the courtroom wondering how he was found not guilty of all the charges. Time after time. He is a very intelligent man. He did a few years in Law School and also Medical school. Ultimately graduating with his Masters in Music.

About twelve years ago, he got a prostitute pregnant and moved back into my grandmothers house with his new girlfriend, Rachel Zeigler. It was supposed to be temporary. This woman slowly took over my grandmothers house. Replacing stuff in the cabinets with her own. Her house looks like a hoarders house. Their stuff is stacked everywhere and all through the yard. This progressed into verbal abuse from the girlfriend. I would talk to my grandmother every day on the phone and every day she would tell me how this girl screams in her face and cusses her out. Saying things like, “you’re old and you’re going to die soon.” “This is going to be my house when you die, you stupid German bitch.” She always begged me not to cause a scene when I went to visit.

Brian slowly started to take things away from her. Like access to her laptop. This is how she communicated with my father’s two sons in Germany. I sat on her bed one day as she begged him for the password he put on her laptop. Begged. I was so sick listening. I knocked on his locked bedroom door and I said, “I promise you I will make it my life mission to get that bitch out of my grandmothers house. You should be ashamed.” He swung the door open immediately and attacked me. I didn’t defend myself. I didn’t hit back. I took it. And then I called the police. The State of Maryland pressed charges against him for assault. I had marks on me. (Picture below.) He didn’t. Three days later I was served with paperwork stating I was also being charged with Second Degree Assault. Retaliation. I didn’t get a lawyer for this as I felt extremely confident In the outcome. This case was dismissed as I sat outside the courtroom because “the judge didn’t want to deal with he said - she said.” How? I had proof.

I called and requested a welfare check on Oma through the police department.

In retaliation to that, he then filed a protective order against me. Ultimately this was just to keep me away from the property so I couldn’t see Oma. I was the only one who could see what was going on behind closed doors. No one else went there. I was the only one who could stop him. I got a lawyer. A good one. This did not go in his favor. I won that one.

I should mention here that months before all of this happened, he began telling her she had Dementia. She asked me to go to her Neurology appointment with her. I did. She didn’t have Dementia. She was diagnosed with a “Situational Stress Disorder.” Solely due to her living arrangements. Brian wasn’t happy with the outcome. He drove her to multiple doctors until he found one to say she had Dementia. Perhaps the same one he paid off to sign off on his “disability paperwork” so he can sit home and collect disability every month. He’s been doing it for years now. He is not

Disabled. Nonetheless, he began feeding Oma medication for Dementia. Now, I’m not sure what this would do to someone who doesn’t have it - but if you look at the dates at the bottom of the pictures below.. you can see a very drastic deterioration.

Finally the day came when she agreed to go to the courthouse with me to file for an eviction to get this woman out. I walked her through the process. It was granted.

And THIS was when my life then turned into a literal hell.

The very next day after the eviction papers were served and the girlfriend had to leave the house - I came home to about 20 people raiding my house. Police. Child protective services. Detectives. Someone had called in anonymously and accused me of attempting to sell them pictures of MY kids. Terrible pictures of them doing certain acts on my fiancé. The accusations were so detailed and so gruesome that they immediately showed up to investigate. Bypassed the subpoena to get my phone records. Not only was I accused but my then fiancé was also accused. (This was extremely scary for him as he had a court ordered custody agreement for his daughter. We worried if this would affect that.) I knew it was Brian who called this in. In retaliation to the eviction. The Detectives started to piece this together and learned this was the second time he had done this to me. The State of Pennsylvania pressed charges against him for filing false accusations. Finally, some justice? No. He was able to manipulate the IP address - finding a loophole - and this case was dismissed because the prosecutors didn’t have enough evidence. Everyone knew it was him. No one could prove it.

The following week, Brian took Oma to the courthouse. He told her she had to sign some kind of paper so his son could continue to go to school even though the mother left the house. She believed him. And she couldn’t see. She trusted him. What she ended up signing was the Dismissal for the Eviction. And, the girlfriend moved right back in. Oma was devastated. She always said that was the biggest mistake she ever made.

I would go visit Oma every week. I took her grocery shopping. I took her to eat. I took her for pedicures. For hair cuts. They died her hair purple one day. Like she was some kind of walking joke to them. Her eyesight was getting bad. She thought it was red. They lied to her. I took her to get a haircut to get as much of that color out as we could. (Before and After picture below.) It was that day I found a voice recorder attached to her. I kept this. I noticed the food he would buy for her. Moldy. She couldn’t see what she was eating. And, they never told her. (Video below.)

She always told me Brian made an eye doctor appointment for her and it was coming up. It never came. He never made one. He didn’t want her eyes to get better.

Shortly thereafter, served with more

Paperwork. I was now being charged with theft. Five counts. Two of them felony charges. Five different dates. All dates I had gone to visit Oma. (One of these was the voice recorded I kept.) I got a lawyer again. The same one as before. And again, these charges were dropped. He knew they wouldn’t stand. But, it was a tactic to drain my bank account (lawyer fees).

Are you wondering where Oma stood with all this? Feeling like she was torn between her son and her granddaughter. She was petrified of him. He guilted her by saying, “if you don’t listen to me or if you go against me then I will kill myself just like Marc did.” Her worst fear. The worst pain she ever felt was losing her child. So she stayed quiet. She never went back to court. She accepted what was.

On the other side, she knew it was wrong and she would tell me that. (Videos below.) She had a bank account set up that I was the beneficiary on. She would withdrawal money to give to me to help with the lawyer fees. (That was where one of the felony theft charges stemmed from.) I’m sure this account is now his.

Brian soon forged the Power of Attorney paperwork over Oma. She told me she never signed anything. Yet, her signature was on it. And despite her eyesight, somehow this signature was very straight. Exactly on the line. It is a copy of her signature. Again, he’s very intelligent. Very tech savvy. I ended up with a copy of the paperwork because it was used as evidence in the Theft case against me. I found the office of the lawyer who “notarized”this paper. And, Wouldn’t you know - that man died seven years ago? Another loophole for Brian.

Brian then took away Oma’s bank cards. Her ID. Her passport. Her money. He replaced her money with literal Monopoly money. She was so embarrassed. When I would take her out, I paid. He applied for Foodstamps In her name and let his girlfriend go shopping for the most expensive and lavish food. Oma would tell me all about it. But, Oma wasn’t allowed to eat her food. (Welfare fraud.)

He then began cutting off contact to Oma. He blocked my number. He blocked my kids numbers. He blocked her friends one by one. She would cry and scream “Alexa, call Amanda.” And couldn’t understand why it wouldn’t work. There is a video below of her asking if he is “allowed to do that.” “Yes, he does things for me. But I am a human being and I need more! I need human interaction, too!”

She would tell me how she sits alone all day In her room. He would put clothespins on the curtains so no natural light would come in. Instead, he hung a mural on the wall of some nature scene that made it look like she was outside. He replaced her cups with sippy cups. He replaced her bed with a hospital bed. He bought a bedside commode and made her use that instead of walking to the bathroom that is connected to her room. The last time I saw her, she had a catheter. He was slowly building his case.

He referred to himself as her “Caretaker” in every court hearing. I wouldn’t be surprised if he collects a check from the State as caretakers do and can.

He changed the code on the front door of the house so I would have to walk to the back of the house and knock on her window to let her know I was there. She would let me in back door in the next room over (video Below showing how he put a broomstick in the door so she couldn’t open it) or she would let me in the front door.

She can’t see. And, he has now told her they had to sell her house and now they moved to his house. Still in Pasadena but a new house. And she really believes it. So, now when you ask her where she lives - “Brian’s house.” See what he did there?

I should mention here that Brian has been in Nursing School for the past two years. He is literally learning how to do this to her. But, I thought a “mentally disabled” person can’t attend Nursing School?

I have requested about 50 welfare checks over the past two years. I have called them for a police escort multiple times I visited. For my safety and for the safety of my kids. Ive been told they wont do it anymore. l cant call her. And, every time I visit I end up with a crazy charge against me. So, I ask the police to just make sure she is alive. Paramedics that have gone there have encouraged me to contact the crisis department. Police told me to file for emergency custody. He is slowly killing her. And, when that day does come - he would never tell me. The police department told me they can’t keep going over there. They told me he can charge me with using the police to harass him. Someone else called in to do a welfare check on her last week. The police didnt even call her back. When she followed up - “it went well.” What? Did you know for a wellfare check, they don’t even need to see the person directly? As long as someone in the house says they are “okay.”

I haven’t seen my grandmother since

November 2024. I have no more money to keep getting lawyers. There are no pending cases. I saw how the stress was affecting Oma. And, I decided maybe I should give up.

The pain consumes me. The guilt of giving up. I can’t sleep. When I fall

asleep I have horrible nightmares. So,

I avoid it as much as I can. In fact, I’m terrified to fall asleep. My kids ask about her every day. They continue to call her hoping that one day their number will be unblocked.

I have called the Crisis Department and they said there is nothing they can do. The Police Department says there is nothing they can do. HIPPA laws prevent her primary care Doctor from talking to me. I have called to file reports of elder abuse with no response. Judges have personally apologized to me as they flipped through actual books at their stand hoping to find a loophole to Brians loophole. Even the judges knew.

I received a message from an old friend of Oma today telling me Oma’s bestfriend passed away from Stage Four Cancer. Mrs Hilke would Relay messages to Oma for me since her number wasn’t blocked. Just a simple “please tell Oma I love her.” Until one day, her number was blocked too. Her and I spoke on the phone often. And yet, she was so selfless - that I had no idea she was dying. We talked about Oma. That was it. She always told me not to give up. She told me to fight for Oma. And, I think today was a sign.

I’m at a loss. I’m begging. I have let you into the most personal part of my life. The most vulnerable I have ever been. For Oma. For myself. For my kids. For my brothers. Everyone is scared of him. But, Im not. There has to be someone - Anyone - Who can help. I’ve seen Social Media do some crazy things.

And, if after this is made public and I receive another crazy form of retaliation - at least everyone will know the story. And, maybe next time I end up before a judge - justice for Oma will finally be served.