Stigma Of Psychiatry Was Used Against Me While Standing Up For Canadian National Building Code

I have been relatively lucky with not encountering the stigma of psychiatry being used against me too many times in my life. The worst case of it I have come across, was when I was was standing up for my trade licenses and the Canadian National Building Code National, against an individual with a questionable background. I heard that he had spent time in prison from his own confession. The bullshit starts here, the person said he spent time in prison, due to being falsely accused and he took the rap for his business partner. Any body that knows anything about convicts or people that has sent time in prison, bloody well knows that that you do not serve time in prison for taking the rap for your business partner, his hands were dirty of something illegal and it was his way of side stepping the truth. Any way this is the type of character that I struggled against trying to get my girl friend's apartment to some sort of normal standard. At first, going back seven years, my then girl friend Caroline, was given the oppitunity to rent a new apartment close to the one that she was residing in. I went with her to visit the new apartment she had a chance to rent, it was on the third floor of a triplex in the neighborhood. I got to see the third floor apartment with Caroline on her visit, all the place needed was a bit of plaster repairs and a coat of paint. The place was in excellent shape for the age of the building, approxiately one hundred years old. A family occupied all three apartments of the triplex and they kept the building in excellent shape for its age. With family members moving on, two apartments became vacant. After viewing the top floor apartment, Caroline ended up signing a lease for the second floor apartment, to move in July 1st 1998. A couple took the apartment on the third floor, the idiot male common criminal decided he would fix up the apartment to his own standards, such as installing gyprock over the hundred year old plaster, he problably sold the old original molding to cover expenses. All modern cheap molding was installed in the finished apartment. When you do this type of thing, you will find that it is wrong to put gyprock over old plaster for the following reasons: First, why go to all the trouble and work, all you have to do is do the plaster repairs and paint. Instead the idiot "Caveman" ordered his gyprock and even had a lift truck put it up on the third floor balcony to make moving the material into the apartment easier. Fine, he has lots on money to sink into someone else's building, equally he has the time to do the labour. I never really knew what was going on with getting the apartment fixed up, I figured things out over time. Knowing the installed gyprock creates an environment where the original plaster has a hidden place to decompose and give off toxic gases, I would never do this type of instalation. When the average Caveman would find a new place to live from dis-repair and onslaught on toxic gases from rotting plaster, the idiot Caveman created his own toxic dump to live in. The second reason the responsible tradesperson does not put up a gyprock false wall, is that you have to move all the electrical boxes out a half inch to compensate for the installed false wall. So jointers/painters messed with the electrical boxes to make them flush with the new finish. This is probalbly why Caroline and I argued in the alley a bit, the idiot Caveman had the keys to Caroline's new apartment for some reason, before I got to see the second floor apartment. Things blew over and moving day came with Caroline moving into her new apartment, as was it for the third floor dwellers. At first you would think everything was fine in the second floor apartment, there was electricity and water and all, it was only when I was in the back wood shed where the main electrical box is, that you would know something was wrong. The main fucking breaker for Carolines electricity was off, so how did she have electricity other than having a driven electric meter, no wonder he needed keys to Carolines apartment, to hot wire the electrics due to them screwing up the building wiring when they moved the electrical boxes out from the wall a half inch. It was not until September that things started to go wrong, an electrical fire started in the bathroom's light switch electrical box. Fortunately I was in Carolines apartment at the time, hence isolating the power and bathroom electrics to investigate further. It could have ended up being a serious fire if not stopped right away, I replaced the light switch from one from my company stock, I showed the badly burn light switch to the building owner. After this event, the stigma of psychiatry came alive from the people that lived up stairs in the third floor apartment. They started being completely informed on schizophrenia, to use psychiatry against the person concerned, namely me. Everything was done to get Caroline and I to argue, I would be reported to Caroline for doing things that I was not doing. I was accused of being a known child porn dealer to what ever the common criminal could dream up to discredit me and make my girl friend and I argue. I guess the people up stairs hoped that Caroline and I would break up and I would not be trouble shooting the building anymore. With all the arguing that ensued, I ended up in hospital for a little bit, naturally the hospital treated me as dillusional and believed everyone but me, thus I was pumped full of drugs and the common criminal caveman and the building had there way for a bit while I restructured. Stand by for post on my restructuring and further trouble shooting of the building at a latter date.