Danielle’s Testimony

My name is Daniella Mutai. Today I’m 23 years old and I’m working independently on recovering from anorexia. I don’t have a job and both of my parents have passed away. I’ve been working on employing myself. I’ve quit several jobs as a result of not being paid enough and being mistreated. My mom sold houses and sentimental items to get me mental health treatment. She went into debt. She passed away from the coronavirus. My dad passed away when in 2007 when I was 8. Shortly after I saw my first therapist because I wanted to talk to someone about what happened. I didn’t really feel that therapy was helping, so my mom and I moved on.

In middle school I was being sexually harassed on my walks home from school and I developed an eating disorder that was already obvious to me in my early childhood. My mom was concerned about a male science teacher trying to give me detention for not doing my homework, and a counselor chased me around the school into a bathroom stall and stood on the toilet next to me to try to get me to go to detention, and my mom told me to not go to detention with that man. Some people I was already friends with had some friends who were self harming. One day students were changing in the locker room for gym class. One of these girls took off her bra to put on a sports bra and a different male teacher walked into the girl’s locker room and saw her topless. He pretended to say something to the woman gym teacher in the five minute period that all the girls are changing before class. She was soon sent to a boarding school in Utah. I never saw her after eighth grade.

In eighth grade my school counselor did a mental health evaluation which felt like an interrogation, as a result of a parent’s concern about some thing I posted on Facebook. The counselor referred me to the crisis center and had my mom pick me up from school. My mom, doing everything that a concerned mother would, abided by what professionals knew to be best. I felt like she gave me a choice as to whether or not I wanted her to take me. I was suffering and I wanted help but I didn’t know how to ask for it and I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I let my mom take me to the crisis center where they did a psychological evaluation. From there my mom and I went to an emergency room. From there I was transported separately from my mother in a pitch black night, to somewhere an hour away from where I live.

Brooklane Hospital in Hagerstown Maryland is all my mom new, and she wouldn’t have been able to get there without her car and her smart phone. They took me in an ambulance and my mom wasn’t there when we got there. My mom arrived after getting lost and extremely concerned and they wanted to do a strip search. I screamed no and how disgusting it was in front of my mother. I’ve never had to be that aggressive in my life or felt that strongly about anything. They respected me saying no. I think that was the only time anything I said no to was ever respected. My mom was told to leave after they admitted me and I couldn’t sleep. I told an employee I couldn’t sleep, and they laughed to each other they offered me a pain killer. I was in shock I was scared I knew they were wrong and I went back to the room but I was in. There was a child knocking on the wall next to me. My mom fought to get me out of there within three days, and she won.

When I got home I cut my hair and my mom said I seemed high all the time. I told the doctor sometimes I feel happy and sometimes I feel sad and he prescribed two medications and diagnosed depression. I was hospitalized repeatedly in a similar way to the first time until I was so angry that I broke things and I was arrested put in jail forced onto probation for two years to live out of my own house which cost of my mom her entire minimum wage paycheck, put me in horrible living conditions, and I was forced to see a therapist by a lying probation agent and the judge. The therapist that I was forced to see and pay for called me a delinquent. Her name is Dr. Darya in Potomac Maryland. This was throughout 2021.

My mom passed away in September 2021 the day after probation ended and I was allowed to go home. I was also suggested to go on a dating app by another therapist named Reem Koinis. This resulted in date rape, and she left the practice a month after my first appointment. I saw Aparna Ganti and another mental health professional in Gaithersburg Maryland Who were my psychiatrist and therapist around the age of 14. The psychiatrist told my mom to just tell me to stop cutting. She made it seem like medicine wasn’t necessary but that’s what I was seeing her for. Obviously it’s not just snap out of it or that would work. Joan Goodman a self harm specialist in Bethesda Maryland kept my mom‘s card on record but didn’t charge her until it came up as a late penalty so she could charge her something like $5000 on top of what she was supposed to pay. My mom told me this a couple years ago and I told her she should’ve done some thing.

In the years that I was in and out of hospitals and outpatient and inpatient and partial hospitalization programs, I was raped by another patient multiple times, other inappropriate contact was made with me by other patients, I was sexually exploited to a male staff member when he walked in on an EKG. I was 13 and a middle-aged man walked in to see my fairly large chest for a children’s unit, the nurse was startled, and he pretended it was a mistake. I have had personal belongings stolen from me, I’ve been threatened with sedatives and left in an isolation room. I’ve been forced to take medication. I have witnessed staff members chuckling at patients crying and suffering in isolation on public cameras and under sedatives. I’ve been recklessly prescribed medication.

I have complained about eating disorder symptoms and they’ve never been acknowledged, so I hid them again. I weighed 125 pounds at my full grown height of 5’3” before taking medication. Five years later at the age of 18 I weighed 215 pounds and was still 5’3”. I was afraid I was going to be paraplegic or dead if I continued to take the medication. I developed prediabetes with the medication and this was done by my outpatient psychiatrist of approximately five years in Chevy Chase Maryland. I received my medical records from her. I have also suffered what felt like extortion by Rockville internal medicine group while Trying to get help after what Michelle Seelman did to me, my pediatrician neglected, and the rest of the “care.” I felt raped by gynecologists at Capital women’s care in Bethesda Maryland. I have suffered disgusting harm mostly from Adventist behavioral health at Shady Grove Hospital in Rockville Maryland where I have been forced into isolation, sexually exploited, recklessly prescribed medication, threatened with sedatives, held unwillingly when I went to the emergency room for physical suffering and concern of a seizure, they called me crazy and sent me into their Azalea unit which is their adult psychiatric ward and they kept me there for five days until my insurance wouldn’t pay any more.

I have had personal information exploited, fed disgusting food, had my clothing cut apart, i’ve witnessed the residential program they have. All of the kids look like zombies. One of the staff members tried to keep me inside for no reason when everybody else was allowed to go outside. Other staff advocate for me. He later said fuck you to me about something else. The bathrooms don’t have locks on the doors and I was so paranoid that someone would always walk in on me. Adventist behavior Health should be shut down. I have been shipped off by police in partnerships with hospitals, once to MedSTAR Southern Maryland Hospital where I was strip searched, held unwillingly and told it sounds like I was over prescribed medication and I was barely fed any food because I was vegan.

I’ve had to walk home from hospitals or walk home and end up homeless for a little, while my mom wanted me at home, after being discharged, as a result of government actions against me as well as hospitals. i’ve been continuously framed as a criminal. And reassured by other police and social workers that I’m right and these things should not of happened to me. I have been involuntarily admitted to Dominion Hospital and Fairfax Hospital in Virginia. I’ve seen a therapist at the Bethesda group for DBT therapy named wyneshia hicks, after another therapist of theirs  was no help. Wyneshia Would speak inappropriately, I told her I didn’t want to talk in therapy and she said that’s fine she will just get some work done and if I want to talk I can let her know. She billed $300 a week to my mother, while she got some work done, until my mom couldn’t keep up with the payments. I feel so guilty for the financial burden my mom went through after my dad passed away and this made it so much worse.

I know I was heavily prescribed medication, and I didn’t feel like I had a choice. I stopped taking the medication prescribed by my psychiatrist when I was 18 as a result of the physical suffering and no help to my mental health. I suffer through with drawl and my eating disorder skyrocketed. With exercise every day and a very strict diet I lost maybe 10 pounds shy of the weight in nine months. My psychiatrist monitored me monthly until I thought I had a seizure and they hospitalized me in the mental hospital and forced a follow up with Michelle Seelman who told me she couldn’t have me as a patient anymore because I won’t take an anticonvulsant. I gladly never wanted her as a doctor. She asked me at times if it was just my period, and if a cup of caffeine in the morning is all it takes for me to get through the day maybe that’s all I need, while prescribing medication for bipolar disorder, anxiety, and depression. I have never received a formal diagnosis for anorexia but I know that’s what the problem has been since my earliest memories. She was treating what she claimed to be lithium induced hypothyroidism as well. She was aware of the weight and the diagnosis of pre-diabetes. My mom was concerned because she really didn’t like that she just kept increasing a dose and adding a pill because nothing was working. I’ve said no to blood tests and blood test for forced.

I’ve been arrested and taken to hospitals repeatedly and forced with medication that hurt so much that I thought my lungs were collapsing. I thought I might die. I was left in a room looking at the ceiling thinking what if I die. A nurse came in and offered me a cup of water. Amid the chaos, I witnessed an old man ripping an IV out of his arm and a group of people launching on him in an emergency room to force it back in. This was in suburban hospital on old Georgetown Road in Bethesda Maryland, where i have also received… medical malpractice. So much has been done and willingly to me. My mom died in suburban hospital which is a Johns Hopkins Hospital. My dad died and Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore Maryland. I hate what they took from my life and what they forced me and my mom through. If I could say everything I would. Someone told me when people go through things like this it’s everything that’s said and so much more that goes unsaid.

No means no.

Patients have rights.

I have completely lost my identity on several occasions.

I lost all my friends made new ones last them all and one of the last ones said I wasn’t like this before.

I live in chronic pain now I never said maybe I have fibromyalgia.

My weight fluctuates like crazy and sometimes the prediabetes comes back and I don’t have health care anymore and I don’t want it.

I’ve switched to natural and alternative medicine and it saved my life.

There is an article published by Yale university that says there is a very fine line between mental disorders and psychic abilities, and that line is basically the terminology used. I’m a certified psychic, and a certified detox therapist by school of naturopathy. I don’t do either one of these professionally. I just know all of these things now. I published the journal I started in hospitals into a book. It is called “Where is Anna?” Ten years later, I still haven’t seen her.