Charges:
Violation of No Contact Order, Theft - Dismissed w/o Prejudice
Summary:
On the afternoon of March 10th, I walked to my former residence to check on my belongings. My former roommate had texted me the night before, asking when I planned to pick up my things. At the time, I didn’t have a place to move everything, but I wanted to see if there was anything small or important enough to take with me.
Another reason I returned was to see if the neighbor next door had come back with her kids. I knocked on her front door, then went to her side door and knocked again. A moment later, a woman opened the front door and called out my name. She sounded like my neighbor, but did not look like her. I approached her front steps and told her I was looking for a tote bag that might have been left at her house. I couldn’t think of anything else to say to explain why I had knocked. She said no such bag was there and asked if I needed one. I thanked her, declined, and asked if she had seen Toby, the homeowner. She replied, “I am Toby. I just might look a little different—I’ve gained weight and changed my hair.” I looked at her, said “okay,” apologized, and walked next door to my former residence.
When I got there, I knocked several times but no one answered. I went around to the back door, which was unlocked, knocked again, and entered. I called out his name and heard a distant “Hello.” As usual, he was upstairs and hadn’t heard me knocking. I called up to him from the bottom of the stairs, asking if I could come up. He agreed, so I went upstairs.
We spoke briefly—small talk. He asked how I was; I asked the same. I told him I was hungry and had no money because I had just gotten out of jail a few nights earlier. He told me to check the spot where he usually kept cash. There was $40. I asked if I could borrow it, and he agreed. Shortly after, I left to get food from a nearby store while he remained at the house.
As I was returning—about a block away—three officers, one in full military camouflage, rounded the corner and approached me. They immediately placed me in handcuffs, stating I was not allowed on the property due to an active protection order. I told them I believed the order had been amended or lifted, and that I had paperwork in my pocket to prove it. One officer glanced at the document, then folded it and handed it back to me.
They had me sit on the fender of their vehicle while they searched my backpack. Meanwhile, the officer in camouflage went to speak with my former roommate on the front porch.
After the search, the officers put my backpack in their vehicle. A female officer then approached and asked how I was doing. I told her I was stressed because I thought the protection order had been dismissed when I was released from jail two days earlier. She said they were still looking into it, then asked what I liked to do in my free time. I told her I liked to read, then asked if I could tell her something that might sound strange. She said yes, so I quietly explained that I believed I was being harmed by some form of technology. I didn’t know where it was coming from, but I explained that voices were taunting and threatening me. At one point, they told me everything was being recorded and could be accessed by dialing 1-800-732-6029, then extension 302, followed by the code word “LB Daniels”—the name of a diner my great-grandparents used to take my sisters and me to as children. The officer wrote the number on the palm of her hand and walked away.
What I didn’t mention was that the night before, I had gone to the emergency room at Swedish Hospital because I was in pain and hearing voices. After triage, I was taken to a room where several medical staff were present. One doctor began examining my head with a large magnet. He moved it around and then paused, saying, “Here it is—a microchip.” I was already in pain and scared, and hearing that nearly made me break down. I asked for an X-ray or MRI to confirm it, but he refused and told me to leave.
Back on the street, after speaking with my former roommate, the officers returned and put me in their vehicle. The one in military gear stood by the curb. I still don’t know why someone in military uniform was present, but I assumed it was related to the recent Black Lives Matter protests or calls to defund the police.
As we drove away, I noticed we were heading north, away from downtown where the county jail is located. I began to panic, thinking I might be taken to a military base or camp and subjected to more harm—or worse. After several minutes, we arrived at a large fenced area that looked like a secure police vehicle lot. The gate opened, we pulled in and parked. The officer brought me into a small building. Aside from one other officer, the place was empty.
I was placed in a single holding cell for about an hour. The officer later returned, released me from the cell, and drove me to the county jail downtown. I was never told why we had stopped at that facility, and it was never mentioned again during my time in custody.
Due to COVID-related social distancing and overcrowding, I was transferred to another facility outside the city. I had court the next day—March 11th—and was surprised to learn the City of Seattle had filed charges for violating a no-contact order and theft. I didn’t believe I had violated the order, and I certainly didn’t steal the money—I had asked for it, and it had been given willingly. I also believed the temporary protection order had already been lifted by the time I was released.
Before my court appearance, I briefly met someone standing in for my assigned public defender. They seemed unaware of the details of my case. Instead of investigating the protection order, they raised the issue of competency to stand trial. The judge granted this and scheduled a competency evaluation and a hearing for March 22nd.
A few days later, I received a protection order dated March 10th—the same day I was arrested. This was the first time I saw it. I immediately wrote a kite (inmate message) to the release planner to get contact info for my public defender. On March 19th, someone arrived to conduct a psychiatric evaluation, but I had yet to hear from my defender, so I chose not to participate and left the room. The competency hearing originally set for March 22nd was canceled. A new hearing was held on March 24th, but I was not present. That day, the judge dismissed the charges without prejudice and ordered that I be referred to a treatment facility for evaluation.
Later that same day, I was released from jail—but immediately transferred to the hospital across the street. I was confused because I had not received any paperwork explaining this transfer from the court.
(See hospital details below.)
Notes:
- The officers listed on the police report were not the officers who arrested me. The officers present were named: Williams, Harris and one other police officer then someone from the military named Heiffer (or something close to that spelling)
- An order to redact the competency evaluation dated March 22nd was included with the court documents, which I did not receive while in jail or in the hospital. I obtained from e-services.
- The paperwork to obtain a protection order filed by my former roommate included an email from our former neighbor, Toby. This is not something she would have done - completely out of character for her.
- Voice to skull was (and still is) being used on me as a form of torture causing bodily harm and pain. After being released from the hospital the pain increased (see notes below)