I never hated, I believed in God, until i witnessed this NARCISSIST.
Each page, email, blog is its own story. The vile viciousness of emails I received with copies sent to my kids is brutal hate
Whoever is in charge of this dangerous convicted felon; keep him far away. He loves the shock approach. You will never know what hit you. What happened to my parents and i is sick and unimaginable. The greed, hate, lies, destruction can only resonate from the evil within.
linda steinbach
Imagine this
Confine him for Life. Scum and Extremely Dangerous
As I stood in the lobby of Centra State Hospital as my daddie was upstairs near death, the convicted felon calls me and says: " I HAVE WAITED MY ENTIRE LIFE TO GET YOU. I HATE YOU."
Its now MY VOICE ☆
They say we can choose our friends but we can’t choose our family.
I was born in the Bronx in the 1950s and I recall my childhood in this massive playground being such a happy time. My mother tells me my first word was “happy.” If she was ever disappointed that my first word was not “mommy,” she never displayed an ounce of sadness as she named our family bird “Happy.” Mom shared numerous conversations with that bird and even though Happy never responded back, Happy seem to understand her every word.
When I close my eyes, I can picture our family’s apartment on the 1500 block of Unionport Road. I remember it well – 700 square feet and one bedroom, where my parent’s double bed, my single bed and his crib shared a common space.
There were many good days balanced with bad as most of us learn to keep the scales at an even kilter. When it came to maintaining my happiness, an unfortunate spawn of my mother made life a challenge.
Being a three-year-old toddler, I knew something was off with my family dynamics at an early age. Obviously, what three-year-old understands the meaning of dynamics? Absurd, yes, but an overwhelming feeling that someone in my family possessed a sense of evil was as clear as day.
When did the steams from hell rear their ugly fumes?
Let’s just say I was about three and a half years old, traveling inside the apartment elevator as it neared the fourth floor. My mother, who I love dearly, was holding him over her shoulder as we headed up to our cozy one bedroom apartment, 4C, in the Bronx. Slowly he slithered across her shoulder and pushed the red fire alarm button with such mite and determination, I froze.
Little did my poor mother know – this was just the beginning.
I will be always be adding content.
My Voice. A work in progress ✨️
He thought he had me beaten down until i die.
I never thought id recover enough to speak about
or tell anyone about any of this. Dare he take my wonderful life and all the good I've done in this world and twist his evilness into it and take my goodness and make it his own.
Dangerous THREAT.
God Bless Us
Me, my kids and mom on the couch, my father in the mirror.
Now My Voice
24 hours before my daddie died
Day before my father passed away. I arrived at centre state medical center with my mother.
My father was alone and not happy. I knew immediately because he had no unenthusiasm to see my mom, nothing.
My mom sat at the foot of the bed in a chair. Dads lunch arrived. Chicken soup. After a few spoons, dad began to choke and cough. It would not stop even after I patted his back. This was very loud and scary moment and realizing it was not stopping,...
I ran out into the hall was screaming for a nurse.
In a matter of moments the room was flooded
with hospital personal. I could not see my father through them all. I went in front of my mother
and stood in front so she could not see anything
or hear anything..
Mom smiled and laughed at me and said what are you doing linda, what’s going on. I ushered her into the
hallway around the corner and into a chair.
Mom had no idea anything was wrong.
I could not get into the room with all the hospital personal continuing to help my coughing/choking father so I walked back to mom in the chair in the hall like everything was okay.
When I could no longer hear my father and saw hospital staff leaving the room, I went back in.
Dad was being tended to by a man (nurse or Dr IDK). Cleaning him up i was told no food until he can tolerate swallowing.
During this time I called the NARC. (narcissist)
Explained situation.
Soon after a couple visitors arrived but stayed in the hall with my mother.
Someone took mom home. My dad was being tended to in the room for quite a while, thirty -sixty minutes. I stayed out in the hall with the visitors. The NARC was on the phone with the visitors a good amount of an hour. They only listened to what he was saying with a nod now and then.
Alone with dad and sitting on his left, feeding him an ice chip or two. It all started again with the
coughing/choking. Ran out of room the get help.
Called the NARC numerous times throughout this and he pushed off what i was saying by repeating,
“Karen was there this morning and everything was fine.” If he said that once he said it twenty times over the next few hours.
Back in the room trying to comfort my dad, he was in tremendous pain/discomfort. I went to the nurses station to see if they could give him something to relax him, make him sleep, something/anything. The Kidney Doctor and nurses told me nothing could be given to my father unless the POA approved it, they did not have authorization to sedate my father. The POA atthis time is the NARC. I called the NARC again and he said no. Still trying to comfort dad, the
Kidney Dr was storming up and down the hall saying who is in charge of this patient Donald Steinbach, he needs medication NOW. There were a few calls calls during this period to the NARC, (narcissist)
He refused to get on the phone with the DR. I get back on the phone expressing the dire need for dad to be sedated. The NARC (narcissist) repeatedly said NO, because Karen was going to come after work with her two sons and they wanted to see their grandfather.
I was then persuaded by him to leave the hospital to meet with him and Karen at my parents house. I believe it was under the rouse to all of us talking to my mother.
I continued to sit next to dad giving all my comforting words and touches I could possibly ever give someone. My father took his left arm raised it and and smashed me in the face with a look of disgust and terror and fear. Back out to nurses station I was begging them to help my father, to please give him something.
Im being torn between being told to come to my parents house and meeting with the NARC and
Karen or staying to comfort my daddy.
After more begging at the nurses station they agreed to give him a slight dose of something to calm him. Nothing that would make him go to sleep, just a little something. With the knowledge that was going to be done, I got in my car for the 10-15 minute trip to my parents house to meet the NARC. (narcissist)
As I pulled into the driveway, HE is standing outside arms folded in the driveway. At this time,
my phone rings and it's the Hospital Doctor.
SHE the Hospital Doctor wanted permission to administer sedation to my father. I agreed but
said i'm sorry I am no longer the POA. Who is, she said, she needed to speak with that person. I
put the Doctor on hold, got out of my car, put the phone on speaker and handed it to the NARC
standing in the driveway. The Dr explained how my father was suffering and needed to be sedated but needed permission to do so. The NARC gave her the same story as he did to me. No sedation.
No, my sister Karen is coming with her two boys who want to see their grandfather.
The DR asked the NARC what were his medical credentials, he said none. The doctor proceeded to say,
I (meaning the DR) am taking over the care of my patient Donald R. Steinbach. You NO LONGER have any say over this patient, Donald R. Steinbach. I am Donald’s Doctor and taking over his care. I am going to administer what medications I deem necessary starting immediately.
The narc in a meek little voice said “okay.” CALL ENDED
Karen pulled in the driveway. NARC explained to Karen the DR was taking over and
administering medication. Karen questioned when this was going to happen because she had to
get her boys over to the hospital. (boys are currently sitting in Karen’s car). She said she wished
or wanted it to wait to get the boys there. Narc and Karen were unusually calm for people
having been told the dire condition of my father.
The traumatic events of the day are incomprehensible and sadistic.
I was in a state of shock, my dear God why have you allowed this to happen to this man, my
daddie
The best of my recollection is, it was about 4:30-5:00. I went into the house to stay with my mom
while the narc and crew went to the hospital.
No words anymore, I don't know what to say. If you can capture this day in your head, see if you
can imagine.
Beyond Elder Abuse. Beyond sick. Beyond evil.
He needs to be locked away from people 24/7.
MY GRATITUDE TO MY FATHERS DOCTORS AT CENTRA STATE HOSPITAL
My heart goes out to my father's Doctor's at Centra State Hospital for their unwavering care and dedication to my father and their profession. These Doctors had the integrity to take the convicted felons rights away as to the decisions on care for my father. My daddie was then able to rest peacefully the last 24 hours.
LET'S BLOG
Elder abuse (3), fraud, bullying and GREED
You will see for yourself as I post emails sent to me the viciousness and hate. I will post every last one. Some i've yet to open. May the hate onto my parents and I come back two-fold. I am alive to tell my story, Thank God.
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