
Patricia had resented me since I married her ex-husband five years ago. When eight-year-old Tyler was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes last year, she decided it was all an elaborate scam.
"Diabetes is so convenient for single mothers," she'd say at every family event. "All those expensive medications, special diets, constant doctor visits. Someone's making a lot of money off this 'condition.'" "When I was raising kids, we didn't have all these made-up diseases for attention."
She'd bring sugary treats to Tyler's birthday parties "by accident," roll her eyes when I checked his blood sugar, make loud comments about Munchausen by proxy whenever other family members were listening.
Last Christmas, things escalated. "You know," she announced while Tyler was opening presents, "Insurance companies investigate parents who fake medical conditions for profit. Just saying." I stared at her in disbelief. "Are you accusing me of lying about my son's diabetes?" "I'm saying some mothers will do anything for sympathy and money, even hurt their own children."
Two weeks ago, Patricia volunteered to babysit Tyler overnight while my husband and I attended his company retreat - which I should have seen as a massive red flag. She kept insisting Tyler didn't need his evening insulin shot.
"One night without those chemicals won't hurt him. You're turning that boy into a hypochondriac."
I was three hours away when Tyler's glucose monitor started alarming on my phone app. His blood sugar was over 400 and climbing rapidly. I called the house frantically.
"He's fine," Patricia said calmly. "Just sleeping peacefully. You need to stop obsessing over those fake numbers on your little gadgets."
We raced home to find Tyler unconscious on the kitchen floor, barely breathing. His lips were blue, and he was making horrible gasping sounds. I grabbed his emergency glucagon kit with shaking hands.
Patricia was standing over him, filming with her phone. "Look how she's performing," she announced to her camera. "Watch how dramatic she gets when she thinks people are watching. This is all fake."
The paramedics arrived as I was injecting the glucagon. Tyler's blood sugar was over 500 - life-threatening diabetic ketoacidosis. They immediately started an IV and began emergency treatment.
"She's been starving this child and injecting him with fake medicine," Patricia told the paramedics loudly. "I have video evidence of her giving him injections. This is Munchausen by proxy - she's poisoning her own son for attention and money."
Tyler stopped breathing twice in the ambulance. The paramedics had to intubate him while Patricia continued her accusations.
At the hospital, Tyler was in critical condition. The doctors said another hour without treatment and we would have lost him permanently. His organs were starting to shut down from the extreme blood sugar levels.
While Tyler was unconscious in the ICU, I found Tyler's insulin pens in Patricia's purse - completely empty. In the trash, I discovered the saline solution vials she'd used to refill them.
She had been replacing his life-saving insulin with harmless saline for over 24 hours, deliberately sending him into diabetic coma.
"I was proving the insulin was fake," she told the police detective. "Real diabetics can't survive without insulin, so if he was fine without it, that would prove she was lying about his condition."
The investigation revealed Patricia's internet searches: "how long can fake diabetics survive without insulin," "proving Munchausen by proxy," "how to document medical child abuise."
She had planned to let Tyler nearly die to expose what she believed was my "scam."
Patricia was arrested for attempted murer and child endangerment. Her phone contained weeks of text messages where she told friends she was going to "expose the fake diabetes" during the sleepover.
She got 8 months in state prison.
Tyler survived but spent two weeks in intensive care recovering from organ damage.
He's terrified of staying anywhere without me now.