Retired Navy JAG Predator Timothy M. Sullivan: The Limping Stalker Who Infiltrated Schwebel's Hellhole, Faked an Injury to Smear Me, Then Hired Me to Continue His Sick Abuse. A Vile, Demented Creep Shielding Sexual Deviants While Destroying Lives
In my previous exposé, "Now You Know": Naming Names of the Severe Workplace Sexual Harassment at Schwebel's Baking Co., Solon, Ohio," I laid bare the grotesque underbelly of that bakery, a festering pit of sexual predators like Darko, Al, John, and unnamed supervisors who turned dough into weapons of humiliation, thrusting phallic shapes into my hands, parading erections, and masturbatory gestures in a relentless campaign to break me. From 2014 to March 2015, Schwebel's was no workplace; it was a den of evil where men, treated me like prey, blaming me for every mishap as if I were some cursed "Exorcist" figure.
Leadership did nothing, allowing the rot to spread. But that was just the surface. Now, with fresh revelations, I drag into the light the slimy thread connecting it all: Retired Navy JAG Attorney Timothy M. Sullivan, whose involvement wasn't just a cover-up – it was active participation in the torment, morphing into outright stalking and further abuse.
Let's name this predator outright: Timothy M. Sullivan, the so-called "Retired Navy JAG" operating out of Westlake, Ohio, through his Law Offices of Timothy M. Sullivan and the affiliated HS Financial Group. This man didn't just help Schwebel's bury the harassment; he infiltrated it. He slithered into the bakery disguised as a "fake nerd employee," pretending to be some innocuous worker. Who knows what his real game was, spying, intimidating, or just getting off on the chaos? The very next day after his appearance, whispers spread like wildfire: EMS had to be called because he'd suffered a "hip injury." And guess who got blamed? Me.
The small-minded jack-offs at Schwebel's, dildo doughs and sporting hard-ons like badges of honor painted me as the villain, the "Exorcist" whose mere presence cursed him. Around the same time, rumors flew about a Black girl's finger being severed in some accident, and again, fingers pointed at me. I don't know if her finger was truly cut off, but in that twisted hellhole, truth didn't matter. The place was loaded with demented souls, men who preyed sexually, women who believed proximity to me invited evil. It was pure insanity, a cult of sickness where harassment wasn't just tolerated; it was ritual.
But Sullivan's depravity didn't end at Schwebel's. Two years later, this creep stalked me right into his own lair. He hired me at HS Financial Group (aka the Law Offices of Timothy M. Sullivan) in Westlake, Ohio, a move that reeks of obsession. I was abused there too, trapped in another cycle of torment under his roof. The realization hit like a gut punch one day as I sat in my car outside the office. Out he walks, locks eyes with me, and starts limping exaggeratedly, a smug, smart-ass "ah ha, it's me" taunt. That limp? Straight from the Schwebel's "injury" he'd pinned on me. He's as sick and twisted as Darko with his dough penis or the supervisor forcing wiener shapes into my palm. Sullivan didn't just cover for those predators; he emulated them, turning his professional facade into a tool for personal vendetta.
These men, Sullivan, Darko, Al, John, the unnamed supervisors, and the stand-in CEO who gestured crudely in my face, have skated free for years, their actions shielded by silence and power. Sullivan's firm, masquerading as a legitimate collection agency and law office , hides behind a veneer of respectability, but peel it back, and you'll find the same rot that infested Schwebel's.
As a retired Navy JAG, he should embody justice, yet he weaponized his position to protect harassers and extend my nightmare. I've suffered irreparable damage: PTSD that chains me in fear, isolation that echoes the loneliness of those bakery shifts, and a shattered trust in humanity. My life derailed because of their unchecked evil.
This isn't just my story anymore, it's a demand for justice served on a platter. Expose them. Hold Sullivan accountable for his deception, stalking, and abuse. Drag Schwebel's and HS Financial Group into the spotlight until they crumble under the weight of their sins. If you've endured similar horrors, speak out. These predators thrive in shadows; let's flood them with light. No more cover-ups. No more limps and lies. I want Justice now!
Barbara Niedzalkowski
December 19, 2025
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