Not without a fight

June 15^th 2016

To all parties involved in any part, however great or small, relating to Zachery Scott

Polk.

Where does one draw a line between a mutiny occurring, and when as Captain, you are no longer responsible for the expenses of operating, the vessel and it’s contents, as well as the crew that mutinied, and for the repercussions of their insubordination? 

Jennifer has been my personal assistant and care provider, officially, since January of 2009. She is or was my Power of Attorney, Social Security payee, and confidant. She was compensated for 2 to 4 hours of care, cueing, scheduling and attending doctor and profession appointments, as well as handling the necessary phone calls to manage the many facets of my case due to my diminished capacity resulting from a T.B.I and compounded by P.T.S.D.

Since April of 2012, she has refused to allow me to attend the programs in the community that would aid myself in coping with my issues as well as my sobriety and the classes and program offered that were part of my requirements to regain my driver’s/operators license. Yet she has me driving for her when she doesn’t feel like tending to duties outside of the property.

She has refused to facilitate my gaining my medical marijuana card to help ease my chronic pain and P.T.S.D.

She has refused to allow me to regain any kind of employment, although complaining about a need for money constantly.

She refused to work with me at managing our finances even though I performed all of the clerical duties to help balance out the responsibilities pertaining to the financial duties of managing our household.

All of the duties and responsibilities and chores, in general and over all, became mine and mine alone. As a Man and a Father, where there was no one active participating, to her daughter for a period of eight years, and acting as the Husband that I wanted to be, and to prove that I was capable of being those things, I welcomed and took pride in it ALL. And never complained when my back gave out every winter from dealing with firewood alone, sending me to the emergency room each year.

“Siena’s job is going to school,”  “My job is going to work,” I was told when protesting the irresponsibility and the abuse of my labors. My cooking became to be routinely rejected for the sake of eating out. My efforts became scoffed at and blatantly abused. My representations of authority and some semblance of order were seen as totally unnecessary by all involved.

When I complained about the combined $72,000 a year income, and having not managed it in any way wisely, nor saved in the least, for the past several years, Jenny met me with opposition and stated that she made good money and would spend it as she pleased. She resisted until finally falling into a routine of calling the police to have me forced to leave since she was not going to confront any issues in the home but for disciplining me for whatever her whim may be.

After having four nervous breakdowns, and having spent two episodes in the Community Mental Health’s Crisis Residential Home, I had yet one more breakdown due to the excessive stress forced upon me to make me leave, little did I know that was the plan.

Well, I had one last breakdown last June. Siena wanted to have a friend over for the weekend. Jen shared this with me, and I answered that I had no problem with it but she has to make her room respectable for guest to be in. SO, Jen went upstairs with Siena to help guide her in “cleaning” her room.

After about twenty minutes of throwing things away rather than caring for them, Jen instructed the child to return to the washing machine to put some other garments into it. Siena returned to her room and mother with my buck knife behind her back. When Jenny instructed her again, the child pulled my knife from behind her back and jabbed at her mother with it.

This was the next day after I returned to the home from McLaren Hospital in Petoskey, where Jenny works- and my most recent breakdown caused by the stress of this family that I was so eager, and worked so hard, to be a part of and die for. Jenny dragged Siena to the truck and drove her to the Hospital. As luck would have it, Siena and her mother dealt with the exact persons involved with my treatment there, same bed and everything. How did Jenny know that? She knew because they all talked about it in detail, which happens to be a MAJOR HIPPA VIOLATION.

Jenny was referred to The Great Lake TTC Counseling Services, Derek Johnson 231-487-6076 by the CMH representative at McLaren Hospital in Petoskey 231-487-4000 but soon became too burdened to take Siena, as it was not convenient for them.

Shortly after, I was forced, cout of fear for my life, to remove myself from the home, relocating to Ludington where I volunteered on a farm resurrection project for David Buskirk- 231-215-3534. The main issue with the household involving the situation was that Jenny had grounded Siena from the computer and Internet for one day. I had a fit about the lack of discipline with this child- a gross lack of discipline and expectations.

Several weeks later Jenny called me asking, “don’t you miss our bed?” I told her to come and get me without a second thought. When Jen got to Ludington, I loaded up all of my tools and belonging, including a 1967 Honda CT90 that I had built, while Siena sat silently in the backseat.

After satisfying Jenny’s needs and desires of sex and slavery she called the police to have me forced to leave yet again, this time after I mentioned the issue with Siena and her idea of discipline along with yet again, a dire need to manage our money to better secure ourselves in life. The only security I was granted was a potential 2-4 years for manufacturing five little marijuana plants in my yard- the only thing they could find to arrest me for- although “Creating a disturbance” was one of the many charges that they tried to use to keep me from my “home”.

Multiple times Jenny has done this to me- a new tactic to avoid the confrontations of dealing with our household issues.

Going to Ludington interrupted my medical care with the Community Mental Health department of Petoskey- the handling of my medications. My meds soon ran out and the care at the Ludington CMH 231-845-5545 had not come into fruition- nor would it.

I tried not to rock the boat and to do everything that I could- just as I had begun doing since I had first moved into Jennifer’s apartment in Lansing, so that we might arrive at a point where she would be willing to hear my input and business plan as a partner, parent, husband etc…  Money management, child management, family planning, to address the severe abuse of the Internet, Siena’s school habits…

Nothing would ever come of my patience but for grief and suffering of every kind. And yet, I was willing to endure anything with my vision forward of our immediate future as the leader I tried so hard to be.

 Jenny only forced me to leave the home yet again, this time giving me her car to get out with., which forced me to regain medical services on my own- this time by the seat of my pants but days later, when my appointment was coming up- one of the several that I had missed,  I tried to go back to rekindle with Jenny what we had together for so long. She would not receive me if I had been drinking so I did not but I did buy a couple beverage items for later that evening if things didn’t work out.

The winds started blowing about thirty miles from the house, blowing an enormous amount of snow from the treetops, which caused for me to lose sight of the road and placing me in the ditch. Now I was destroyed. In just a mat ter of time, the police would be driving by and find me.  I was going to jail. All of my tools were in the car and everything that I valued. Someone drove by but came back and offered me help only they were moving and had a full vehicle. They instructed me to sit tight and that they would unload and come back to pick me up.

I couldn’t call for help because my phone was ruined with moisture. I soon grew full of despair and gave up completely inside. This was the last time I could get into the doctor according to the Gaylord CMH office girl 989-732-7558. I began to sob. After climbing into the back, I opened one of the beverages and consumed it. I smoked weed and smoked cigarettes. Time slowly dragged on. I consumed the other beverage and smoked some more, and I waited, and I waited. Someone drove up and stopped, asking if I needed help or was okay. I said that I was, only to have them say that they would call 911. I asked them not to, that I had help coming.

The car wouldn’t be going anywhere but I still needed to get the CMH in the morning for my meds. This would never happen. After a while longer, I decided to walk to the nearest house and use the phone. I got out of the car and reached in to get my bag but slid and fell in the snow, smacking my face on something hard, I can’t remember what. My nose bled and my head scrambled. All I could think of was that I needed to get to the phone to call for assistance but I had only a few people to choose from since my phone was ruined and all of the numbers were in it.  I just wanted to die. Everything about this family that I wanted and worked so hard for had destroyed me in almost every way. Why?

I gained control of my Social Security as my own Payee in Decemeber. Secured a place of residence a well as a job in April of 2016

Now, as Father’s Day comes into view, the last act as the person that I worked so hard to earn the title and respect as, I will now do my best to unleash my rage and refusal to accept any further punishment and abuse, and cause for the reformation of this family before MAJOR Destruction and Irreversible actions and causes of effects takes place.

Drew has revealed to his mother that he is smoking dope-now that he has the money from his grandfather’s killing- money that his mother allowed him to have even though she wouldn’t let him take the stand to state his love and affection for his grandfather due to his immaturity. Along with the fact of his severe video game and computer addiction, and extremely poor health- pissing all over the bathroom as a result of it.

Siena is an Internet and video game addict who is already complaining about not having, and needing, drugs due to her exhaustion from lack of sleep relative to Internet abuse. Also having been exposed to pornography because of the Internet use. AND quite possibly has been molested by another child. Stating to her mother that she likes girls, after spending an excessive amount of time with a child molestation victim.  As well as protesting the responsibility of being female- only to be entertained in that capacity by Jenny with a trip to Denmark in the coming Fall- with her grandfather’s killing money.

The entire home and the contents, including major technological items, have been destroyed by the dogs due to the Internet abuse and avoidance of the demand for responsibility. My denture/partial allowed to be destroyed by the dogs roughhousing in the house while everyone is on the Internet and video games.

Now I await the papers saying that I will once again be sued because of the madness.

I want Jennifer to share in all of the costs and inconveniences of the cases against me, if not the total costs and expenses to be paid by her. And in some instance I would like to be granted clemency or a pardon or something of that nature.

It would be too late when I finally learned that Jenny has destroyed her marriage due to gambling and Internet abuse. How stupid could I have been? I thought that spending the money on eHarmony would give me the happiness and family that I sought so hard for, that I tried so hard to survive to find.

And now, once again, I am writing my story so that my children will know the truth of how hard their father struggled to get back into their lives- written so that when I die, that they may discover the truth and shed tears of joy knowing how much I had endured to find them again.

When this story is complete I can then be rewarded with my new life upon my death.

“Escaping The Despondent Sea,” a true story of one man’s struggle to live again.

Written by Zachery Scott Polk aka “MadPatKiderm” Sea Captain

School records support my claims. Lansing, Mesick, Boyne Falls, Concorde Academy.

Subpoenas to be served to CMH Gaylord ACT Team- especially Sue Peety, CMH Petoskey ACT Team, Amy Theil Adult Protective services DHS, Child Protective Services, Scott Hughes, Larry MacIver, Siena’s teachers from all schools. Jennifer, and a whole bunch of other people yet to be named that I have yet to recall by-way of my notes and journals and nightmares that may help to resurface them to my conscious.

I have many bank statements and a very many files to support my claims. There is a digital footprint of Siena, Drew, and Jennifer, as well as myself, that is available somewhere, somehow. I have Siena’s laptop computer that she stepped on or threw in a violent fit of rage that contains her browser history. She has a twitter account since 9 years old.

I want all digital communication items, computers, ipads, cell phones court ordered to be surrendered for examination from Jenny, her children, and her co-workers to be searched for relative content per my claims.

I want HIPPA violations served. I want adult abuse charges filed. I want vandalism charges filed against Drew Vincent Rodriguez for the destruction of my laptop and all of the valuable non-replaceable files that were destroyed along with it.

I want to speak to an attorney about these claims, and I want to speak to a journalist from the newspaper.

I want recipient rights violations filed against CMH for seemingly supporting Jenny and ignoring my claims, and for the fact of my having severe P.T.S.D. and their printing some aspect of cannabis abuse in my medical records to prevent me, or to condone it’s use- my right to receive this access to this alternative form of medicinal treatment which works very well for me.

And above all I want parenting rights granted to Siena Ramona Rodriguez.

It goes without saying that I am very angry about every detail of this travesty that I have been given to deal with. This is a war, and I will fight it to the end. I am done giving to receive my less. And I will not allow this to go on and absorb the just deserves of another person ever again.

I went to school to learn how to use the media, and contrary to my personality disorder specified in my medical and social security award ordered, I am working at working with the public as a multimedia publisher. My efforts are all over the web and the world, beginning in the spring of 2008  Twitter.com/@bandanabro  and I could not be more serious.

Thank you for your time, support, assistance and advocacy.