My Mother and Brother Gassed Me with Carbon Monoxide

I am just waking up from the effects it seems as I am learning and understanding that my mother used carbon monoxide to harm me while staying with her in her apartment. Normally, I am well aware of the effects of carbon monoxide as I have been exposed before. Normally, I am aware of it's existence in my surroundings and understand precautionary measures. However, my mother repeatedly told me that there was no possible way of exposure so I didn't even think of it as a culprit to my sickness and symptoms. Even though, common sense there is natural gas in all buildings and I smelled gas leaks while living there both in the building and by the pool.

My mother is a Licensed Vocational Nurse (LVN) with decades of experience in the field. She is also a convicted criminal with charges against her for drug abuse. She was a meth addict in my childhood and I was forced to stay with other family and my tormenting brother during her jail time. Although she has not had any charges against her recently, she is still a "criminal" by nature and dates convicted felons and aids them in crimes.

I had ended contact with my mother around 2020 when I was engaged to be married by a man that ended up financially abusing me. In 2022 after a head injury, I ended up calling her after I regained an Instagram and reconnected with my brother. I felt I needed to escape a dangerous situation with my fiance and she told me to come stay with her. She made it sound like it was going to be a relaxing recovery to help me get back on my feet. In my escape from my ex fiance, I was underweight and had extreme tension in my neck and shoulders, It was embarrassing to say the least. Extreme embarrassment, I believe, was a symptom of the head injury. My mother and brother have no empathy for me and i was used to the lack of emotional support. However, it was more difficult I think, due to the head injury and what I had just lived through. During a visit to my brother in Arizona, a photo was taken of me and my niece at the river where I did not look like my healthy self. I thought my mother was taking the photo because "she loved me" and that it would be private but I should have known better. She only posts ugly photos of me on the internet. She posted this photo on facebook and I was obviously sick. My veins were bulging in my right arm and I don't know what I was wearing. I would never wear that in my right mind so I wonder if I was already being gassed at this point. My brother also took drone footage of us. It took me a couple months to realize that it wasn't appropriate and I asked her to take it down and I asked my brother to delete the footage because I figured he was making fun of me like he always did. It was disgusting.

During this time I was getting gassed from somewhere, I know now, because something inside the apartment was causing low oxygen. I couldn't do much of anything. I was trying to study for my real estate exam and had thoughts of starting my Master's degree but I couldn't focus on anything and my vision was blurry and I had no energy. I am a writer and so all I did in her apartment was sit and write down how I was feeling because it was strange and I didn't understand why my mother kept talking me out of going to the doctor and calling my symptoms genetic. My skin started declining and my hair falling out. I kept trying to explain to her that I know my body and something wasn't right. The details of my notes are currently too psychologically and emotionally distressing to read and look over. I wrote things like "I feel like a blob of matter with no form." This was the day before I demanded to be taken to the ER on 3/26/2023. I don't remember how I convinced her. It wasn't as hard as the next day when she tried again because this ER didn't test me for any type of poison even though I asked them too. I thought it was pesticide or that she was drugging me with some sort of medicine she got at work. The next day she gassed me and then left the building to go shopping. I had to call her and tell her to come back. I said I needed to go to the ER because something was wrong. By the time she came back I couldn't speak properly and my vision was blurry and I had slurred speech. She said no to taking me to the emergency room again and in a knee jerk reaction, my arms pushed her and she fell into the microwave table. I immediately started apologizing and helped her up. Then she said, it's okay let's go. She wouldn't help me make a decision in my confused state. I had to do all the thinking still. We drove back to the same ER again first, Desert Regional Medical Center, then I felt embarrassed and changed my mind because they made me talk to a social worker and called me crazy. We were driving around and eventually I asked her to take me to Eisenhower emergency room. She was just driving around wasting time to make my oxygen level increase. This is where the doctor said I had carbon monoxide poisoning and to take my cat to the vet. I thought, that's impossible, my mother said there is no gas in the building and there are no gas appliances. The oven is electric. So, I thought it was a misdiagnosis. It wasn't until October of 2025 that a doctor explained to me that they check the carbon monoxide level in the blood and it is impossible to misdiagnose. I have been unable to process since learning this information of my mother and brother's attempt at murdering me or creating a vegetative state, which is funny to them. It's funny for them for me to be things they're called me., such as, "retard," "mentally ill" "sick" "dumb" etc., even though none of it is ever true. They are less educated than myself. I was wondering why she kept talking to me like I was stupid and hardcorp manipupating me more than usual and it was because she was depleting my brain of oxygen so she thought I was dumber.

My brother is a Lieutenant for the Department of Defense and I had been asking for his help in several ways with no response. Mainly, my mother had just aided a foreign man in stealing money from her ex husband's and father's bank accounts and I was worried if they had my information and I was worried about my safety. She still talked to the man on the phone. Everything I said during all of this was called "paranoia" even though it was all based on fact and I am not a paranoid person. I have a scientist mindset, I find cause and effect. My brother is actually more paranoid and so is my mother. My brother has a long history of hating me and psychologically abusing me. He repeatedly calls me gay even though I have never been gay among other things that I am not and never was. He tells all of his friends lies about me and creates false perceptions of me. Months went by and she was still gassing me and I started getting angry because I didn't understand what she was doing to me I just knew she was harming me and my ability to focus and that my brother wasn't gong to help me. I needed to get a job and escape but I couldn't even fix my resume.

At one point, my brother called for a wellness check on my mother, instead of me, and the police too were unhelpful. My behavior towards them was because I was currently poisoned with carbon monoxide but all they kept telling me to do was go to Telecare, which is basically a mental hospital. I was so confused. I said, why would I go to to Telecare? I am not mentally ill and I am not a drug addict and I used to work for this county for almost four years and my mother invited me to stay here from another state to take care of me. I didn't understand why they would trust this emotionally abusive lady with a criminal record over myself. The police told me that I should have called 911 myself instead of asking her when I wasn't capable of coming up with this idea at the time. Although, she was capable and did not dial 911 instead of refusing to take me to the ER.

In May of 2023, they called the cops on me after gassing me again. This time I was under the influence of alcohol because it was thinning my blood and keeping it from clotting and so aiding in my bulging veins and the clot forming in my armpit. Once again, the cops should have called 911 for medical help but instead they arrested me for 'resisting arrest,' put bruises on my body and put me in a holding facility. Which was nice and oxygenated. I began realizing that I felt much better in large oxygenated buildings, like the one my mother escaped too on March 27th.

My brother refused to listen to me or help me and kept saying I was "mooching" and "doing nothing" when I was actually working part time, studying for my real estate license and working on my books. My mother kept telling me I didn't have to do anything and that I didn't need a job so he was confusing me. My books were interrupted with carbon monoxide symptoms or low oxygen symptoms and my notes became a documentation of symptoms and anger. I didn't understand how he even knew what I was doing because he never asked me. He tracks my mother's location on her phone and I told him not to track me. He has never had respect for any type of boundary of mine. My mother told me he found my IP address when I lived in texas. Why does he need to know my location when he won't speak to me? It's creepy. He doesn't like me or care about me.

I finally decided to settle for anything and got a job at Michael's as a cashier for a month and then I got a job at Hertz at the Palm Springs Airport in August. I bought a car in November and escaped her apartment in February 2024 where my new apartment had a gas leak outside for two weeks. I know the smell of gas very well but my mother kept denying there was any in her apartment building. I still didn't know it was carbon monoxide she was using. She also purposefully tried to infect me with sicknesses that she got from work including Covid-19 and dumped pesticides around me after I explicitly told her that I wanted to have a baby. She also repeatedly told me stories of how worthless I am to her. For example, she stated over and over how she dropped me on my head as a baby during a conjugal visit to my father and laughed in my face. She loves to tell this story. She always has a slew of stories about how she treated me like a worthless baby and how I am somehow lesser than herself and my brother. She also thinks things like neurodegenerative conditions and vegetables are humorous and makes fun of people who have them, this is exactly what carbon monoxide does to the brain after exposure.

I am dumb and naive in that I don't, or didn't, want to believe or process that my mother really doesn't like me. It's a sort of delusional thinking where you don't want to accept reality because it's too disgusting. I am overly trusting by nature. I love and see the good in all people until they harm me, even when they do, I forgive them and give them another chance. This has proven to be detrimental and not recommended. I do not appreciate being called a "paranoid" person because I am quite the opposite and I am also quite sick of dealing with other's paranoia about me being paranoid.

She's not a Nazi so it's not that interesting of a story. She's just a sick psychopathic person. I'm also not Jewish though this is a highly populated Jewish area and has WW2 history. I am wondering if this sort of crime happens often in Palm Springs as the local emergency room does not test or care about carbon monoxide poisoning or gas of any sort and the Palm Springs Police call everyone paranoid instead of doing their job. I am also concerned about other people that are called "paranoid" for physical illness and abuse and therefore, untreated and uncared for. I had to recover after every visit to my mother's apartment after I moved out in January 2024. I have been fired twice after visiting her and I think it was due to her harming me with carbon monoxide, still. I had to recover every time I visited her. She also killed my cat of 15 years who passed away within a year and a half after moving out and she was healthy when we moved in with her.

I am happy to be living and I am happy to have successfully started my Master's degree program and have mostly recovered from cognitive deficits due to the gassing and I am grateful that I get to live the life I had intended post attempted murder. I still do not know where the carbon monoxide came from. I only know that it was inside the apartment and that she was safe from it. I am seeking help in finding answers, currently. Hopefully I will be able to start my real estate career one day. I still have no money because evereyone refuses to help me and there aren't many jobs in the Coachella Valley.