Somebody call 9-1-1

This past Friday night, my next-door neighbour and I called 911. Well, she did - after we both agreed it was probably the right thing to do. It probably seemed more legit, coming from her. She is a physician therapist who is licensed to practice in both Alberta and Ontario. Interactions with police are extremely triggering for me, and have become so unnecessarily, because of my former psychiatrist, Dr. Maryna Mammoliti, also licensed to practice both in Alberta and Ontario. My neighbour knows all about her.

However, reasonable fear took over for the both of us. We noted that our new neighbour’s apartment doorway - a young woman who had recently moved in a month or so ago - had been left ajar with a towel wedged between it, for more than 24 hours.

I had actually noticed it the night before, on my way home from errands. At first, I didn’t think much of it. We live on a floor with several units that have cats - people often prop open their doors and the cats have playdates. It’s really cute and makes this sort of a magical place. However, when my neighbour* texted me, asking if I had the girl’s number, I immediately told her to meet me in the hall. I didn’t have it. The girl’s door had been open overnight and all day. She also has a kitten. We had to do something.

*Due to specific monitoring of my work and social media, I will not reveal this physician’s name. For the purposes of this article, I will call her Sarah.

Sarah and I knocked on the door loudly and called out the girl’s name clearly. I was grateful to be with her - especially if the girl was in medical distress, she would know what to do. We went in - I followed behind Sarah, who didn’t hesitate. It’s a small apartment like mine, but the bedroom and bathroom are joined by a walk-through closet. We saw all her devices (a laptop and two phones) by her bed, and a purse on the living room floor (appearing to be dropped, not scattered). She was nowhere to be found, nor was her kitten. This was odd for anyone. We didn’t hesitate to call 911. Past experiences with the non-emergency line would have meant waiting for hours, perhaps even days.

We were careful not to touch anything other than light switches, and I had put my phone down on her counter. We stepped outside the apartment, when I thought about other places the girl might be. Sarah stayed on the line with the police while I ran up and checked our rooftop terrace; immediately feeling stupid for us calling the police before doing so. Someone might simply be enjoying their evening up there. But it didn’t make sense. No woman leaves her door propped open with her purse, laptop and phones inside their apartment, especially with a kitten. She wasn’t on the rooftop. I even checked the deck boxes.

I then thought to check our small parking garage. I know that sometimes I myself tend to run down if I have forgotten something in my car, but still, this didn’t make sense. If going down to the car, you would have your keys/fob to get back in and would lock, or at least shut a door. You wouldn’t leave it propped open, unless you were coming right back.

I started at P1, calling the girl’s name and walked down the ramp to P2. Thankfully, it’s a fairly small building, so there aren’t that many cars. However, I went up to each and every one and looked inside all of them on my way back up. I met back up with Sarah on our floor, and we decided to go downstairs to the lobby to wait for the police. Thankfully, they were already calling Sarah. We went down and let them in.

I believe that the recent tragedy with little Parker Wells has inspired the Calgary Police to respond more quickly to potential missing persons. We were grateful that they arrived so fast, but they didn’t seem to be as concerned as us.

The officers came to speak to us briefly and asked us if the entry system downstairs goes through an intercom or phones. We told them our phones, but our entry system has been down for several months. Our building is horribly mismanaged and maintained.

Sarah and I wrote our numbers on a piece of paper and slid it under our new neighbour’s door. We need to look out for each other. We still haven’t seen her. The entire experience for me was and still is upsetting. This is when you should call police, not for yourself, especially if you are a psychiatrist who knows better.

All weekend I have been having flashbacks about the times the police have been called on me by Mammoliti.

She first called police in London, Ontario in December 2020 after saying that I had been harassing her (I hadn’t). I was actually looking for clarification on several medically related items. Further, I had actually asked her for a wellness check at the time. It was during the pandemic, and the isolation and depression was palpable. It was no wellness check. It was the beginning of an elaborate victim mentality on the part of Dr. Mammoliti. They wouldn’t even come to get my side or a statement. Pure laziness and favouritism.

In 2021, I obtained the police FOI, and some of my medical records, and decided to make a complaint to the College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario. Mammoliti would continue to say that this complaint was “dismissed,” when also in 2021, she was actually issued “Advice to the Profession,” as it pertained to her charting of me (read: inventing criminal behaviour that was not there). She made no documentation regarding safety concerns until she wanted to discharge me. I was in no trouble with the law before Mammoliti came along. Because there was never anything to worry about! She made the entries after she had discharged me, and the emails regarding clarification were hardly an interaction with a physician. There was no need to document, then duplicate in hospital records, days later, when I did not have an appointment nor a visit with her. There was no reason to have called the police. This was pure intimidation and strong discouragement for initiating future legal proceedings.

She also showed the police some big stack of papers that she claimed to be 54 pages of emails from me; and then, years later, in court documents, would inflate that number to 64 pages. The emails she was referring to were actually 20 pages (still a lot), but contained mileage logs, photos of medication, parking receipts, etc. There was a reason for the correspondence, which had not been answered for months.

Sometimes I wonder if Mammoliti knew or knows that her statements to the police would/will live forever, as well as if she knew she was being recorded by them. There was no Body Worn Camera (BWC) from London Police, but there was from Calgary Police, and calls to police are always recorded and provided to the defence, especially if they end up in criminal disclosure. It still baffles my mind to this day, and it’s been over five years. She has perpetuated a false narrative about me, cross-provincially: through police and courts and regulatory bodies; such as physician colleges and privacy commissioners.

In looking through my police disclosure (also very triggering), I have learned the number of times Mammoliti called the London Police on me from 2020 to 2024. The ‘investigating’ officer says three. Mammoliti says more. Clearly she had nothing better to do than try and frame and persecute an innocent former patient of hers. I think it all comes down to reasonable fear. Friday night’s was reasonable. Medical emails and queries, are not. There were never any threats, ever. Mammoliti even admits this. Yet she continued her false narrative here in Calgary, from Ontario no less.

It wasn’t until she called 911 - a week and a half after my father’s funeral - that police finally submitted to her and her lawyer’s demands that I be charged with criminal harassment - simply for trying to garner corrections to my medical records and clarification. It was three years after she herself destroyed the professional relationship. Mammoliti attended no dispute resolution, mediation or settlement conferences. This was clear stonewalling and intimidation of a Justice system participant.

She lied in her 911 call and in her statements to police. She said I was contacting her family (I did not) and that I was in her city contacting her when I wasn’t. The buildup of lies from 2020 (which I did not know about until 2024 through disclosure) got compounded every time and deemed more serious. Nobody ever tried to corroborate my side or story from the outset. Nobody ever listened to me when I asked them to investigate or insisted that she was falsely reporting. She never had reasonable fear of me. I moved to Alberta to get away from her.

Back to my new neighbour. That was an emergency. That was reasonable fear. I hope she’s okay, and Kitty too (that’s his name).