November 17, 2020
Isolated and Alone
Five years ago today, my psychiatrist decided to abruptly dump me during the height of the global pandemic. She didn’t have the chutzpah or the cajones to tell me in person, or over video as it were, at the time. As I write today, I cannot think of the whitebread, the ‘Canadian’ equivalent. I’m too polite to say those street words.
On November 17, 2020, she sent a fax to herself and then DM’d it to me in the secure messaging app we utilized, Medeo. She then promptly cut me off from responding to her. No cajones.
I needed a follow-up on several things: continuity of care, medication continuation, and medical travel reimbursement. I needed her sign-off. We were on ‘a break,’ but it wasn’t like Ross and Rachel. We supposedly had a professional, therapeutic, and fiduciary relationship. I was devastated, and I only had my 90-year-old father in my ‘bubble’ at the time. He would not have understood. He actually met her, mere months after my dear mother and his beloved wife passed away on Valentine’s Day in 2019.
I later found out that she stopped billing the Ontario Health Insurance Plan (OHIP) for me on October 22, 2020. She continually messaged me for four weeks afterwards, unbilled. This doctor sent me more messages in that timeframe than I have sent emails (to her) in the almost seven years since I met her.
I left her two voicemails. We were meant to have a session on Thursday, November 19th. On the 16th, she wrote that she was “looking forward to connecting with [me]:”
But less than 24 hours later, I got this (numbers 1-4 were boilerplate, and the preamble is much too painful to publish at this time):
Perhaps I will elaborate someday. In the meantime, legal proceedings against me are exactly ten weeks away. She’s had me charged with criminal harassment after allegedly sending her a few non-threatening emails, four days after my father’s funeral in 2023. She alleged that I was in Ontario when she claimed I was contacting her. This is not correct. I was in Calgary, falling apart.
I felt sick. I still feel sick about everything.
And WTF? Why was she bringing her family into this? There is nothing recorded in my/her medical records to suggest any concerns regarding this - until after she discharged me. Why was she talking about being threatened? Why was she creating a false narrative? She had a zero-tolerance policy for threatening behaviour:
Dr. Mammoliti’s patient contract (item 2)
I became her patient on March 1, 2019. I signed the above contract on March 13, 2019. She would later say that a “threat” took place as early as February 1, 2019, when I was not yet even her patient, and continued until May 31, 2023, when I had moved to Alberta in late 2021.
Further, she submitted this application on May 11, 2023, and May 12- 31, 2023, had not even occurred yet, when the application for a hearing was approved on May 31, 2023. The summons seems perjured. If it were true, then that would mean that I threatened her even before I met her. More about this peace bond application to come.
May 11, 2023, was three days after my dad passed away. I don’t know if she knew, or if I had even told her lawyers yet (I checked, yes, I told them he had a fall just after Easter). I was in the midst of trying to correct my medical records. They were littered with spelling and grammatical errors, and contained at least eight lies/falsities that I could prove otherwise, or at the very least, cast reasonable doubt upon. UPDATE: At this time, Mammoliti still refuses to correct these entries, even though she made them after she discharged me. Not sure what she’s trying to protect.
Our sessions had been virtual since March 2020. I had no idea who her family was, their names or otherwise. I had no idea if she shared her surname with a man or a woman, or if her last name was her maiden or married name.
Dr. Wiebe from the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health (CAMH) didn’t want to get involved. No doctor did. I was driven out of Ontario. I left primarily because of her and the state of healthcare in that province. I feel as though I am being driven out of Alberta, too. I cannot seem to be accepted into any mental health programs, even those for sexual assault (more on this topic to come).
The Bridging Clinic at CAMH can only be utilized for a short period of time. It’s not meant for continuity of care or long-term solutions. She was trying to make it appear as though she was easing the blow, but those words were hollow. Five years hollow.
“I will ensure that I get another physician to attend to your needs at that time.”
Right. She made it so that I could eventually not present at CAMH in Toronto (and still can’t), and has caused havoc for me in Calgary. UPDATE: I guess I can attend anywhere that she works, but do I really want to? No, I don’t. She now practices (albeit virtually, as far as I know) at Foothills and Peter Lougheed in Alberta. I had surgery recently at Foothills, and I was terrified I would be breaching ‘no-go’ conditions. I should have been worried about anything else. Instead, I awoke, thinking I was in a courtroom, unable to speak for myself.
The last quarter of the year has always been hard for me. Fall brings cooler and shorter days and the sun setting earlier. October, with (Canadian) Thanksgiving and Halloween, means family and kids. November is my birthday and Remembrance Day. Even before Halloween, stores are gearing up for the holidays. More family and kids. More sadness for me and the losses she knew and knows about.
On October 26, 2020 (four days after she stopped billing OHIP), she reminded me of how she was the only person in my corner/court. Whatever that means. She is the only person taking me to court. In future articles, I will address her baseless accusations against me. For now, she wrote this three weeks before discharging me, without seeing me face-to-face.
What “other ways?” Was this her own vague way of setting me up back then?
The College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario (CPSO)’s credo used to be to “Protect the Public.” Now it just serves to conduct investigations that “need not be exhaustive.” It is not blame and destruction to engage in a legitimate complaints process. I do not reduce women. It was she who reduced me.
Stay tuned for my February 4, 2026, article: 7 Years of Bad Luck, regardless of the trial outcome. I also intend to keep adding to my series entitled Impossible Boundaries, Barriers, and Badness in Medicine and Social Justice.