"Our Home Made Us Sick"

What It’s Really Like to Live at Noah’s Frederick

I’ve exhausted every financial resource I had to try and keep my family safe—every dollar in my savings, every emergency fund, everything I worked hard for. I lost my job during the worst moment of my life: sitting at my mother’s bedside as she was dying. I agreed to let her go to a nursing facility because she had a small wound that wasn’t healing properly, and her immune system was weakened. The doctor recommended she receive professional wound care, and I also hoped the change in environment would help with her mental health, which had been impacted by everything we were dealing with. I truly believed she’d be safe while I worked to get us out of the situation we were in. I never expected her to be abused in that facility—or to pass away before I could move her somewhere better.

I didn’t lose my job on purpose—I was already being discriminated against by management who resented me for speaking up about their wrongdoing, but I stayed because I needed the job, the income, and the credit to one day buy us a home. I was a top employee, working overnight while taking care of my mom, my child, and my household. And when she passed, I didn’t even have the money to give her the funeral she deserved. I had to choose between mourning properly or continuing the fight for justice.

I had already done a toxicology report on my mother when we were in the first apartment. The results were terrifying—mold toxins were so high in her body that I was told she could rapidly decline if I didn’t act fast. I got her out of that unit thinking she would recover, but I didn’t know the next unit would expose us to more of the same. I truly believe she never got the chance to heal because we were moved into another mold-infested unit. That exposure, combined with the trauma of the nursing facility, took her from us.

 ⚠️  This has been going on for years. And the pain just keeps building.

For years, tenants at Noah’s Frederick have been forced to keep their belongings in storage—not by choice, but out of desperation. The roach infestations were so bad they left eggs and feces inside drawers, on clothing, in food, and on furniture. I’ve watched my dogs chase and eat roaches out of boredom. There were that many. It became normal. One tenant had to throw out all of her belongings because Noah’s Frederick refused to clean or reimburse her—and she couldn’t afford storage to protect what little she had. These infestations and living conditions have been reported to management and ownership for years—not just by me, but by multiple tenants. And still, they do nothing.

When I first moved in, the HVAC was malfunctioning, and a corroded septic system was leaking sewage underneath the fake wooden floors. That moisture built up over time and led to black mold spreading throughout the unit. I got my unit professionally tested, and the results showed dangerously high toxin levels—scientific proof. The test showed that mold spores were airborne and harmful to the human.

I had already done a toxicology report on my mother when we were in the first apartment. The results were terrifying—mold toxins were so high in her body that I was told she could rapidly decline if I didn’t act fast. I got her out of that unit thinking she would recover, but I didn’t know the next unit would expose us to more of the same. I truly believe she never got the chance to heal because we were moved into another mold-infested unit. That exposure, combined with the trauma of the nursing facility, took her from us.

Some days, the symptoms in this apartment are so bad that we’ve had to stay in hotels just to get our bodies a break. The nausea, the vomiting, the constant migraines—it becomes unbearable. The brain fog, the dizziness, the fatigue—it starts to wear you down until your body feels like it’s shutting off. I’ve had to pack up my child and leave in the middle of the night just to find some relief. Other tenants have done the same. But who can afford to pay rent and hotel costs—just to escape the health effects of their own home?