I was laying down at 5, after an all nighter, for a few minutes, a half hour, and I remember the feeling of a horrible exposure, a soul in the worst peril, at the end my son helped me and explained to me and helped me to put it together. It was a combination of that feeeling combined with the clamped catheter experienced in the ICU in 1986 at the Reading Hospital in West Reading and now I am whole healed and new. Whether I wil get up and live or whether I will still be dying, dear freinds, I do not know.
Its simple and quite quick and easy to explain. They had me naked on the floor in some room–a quiet room? And they were pissing on me. The men obviously. If I woke up they kicked me in the head and knocked me out again. This isn;t so much for you to know as you already do. This is that I know. They did it all day long for I don’t know how long. They left me in there and kept going in there and pissing on me. When they were through they took me out into the woods, naked, and left me there, expecting me to die. It was Christmastime. I don’t know how cold it was but it was wintertime. As far as what happened out in the woods I have some memories that are very strange and that will take me time to put together. I am healed. This was a healing from what happened to me in 1986, a core violation that was so serious. Now, I am shivering and cold.
I was wrong when I said they shit on me. I was wrong when they said they raped me. People were saying these things to me. This is incorrect. To the best of my understanding.
To the best of my understanding I stayed alive for five days in the woods and someone walking a dog found me–the dog found me– and the man took me to St, Jo’s Hospital nearby, where they kept me until I was warmed up and I was placed back on the Tower Unit of the same Hospital, Haven Hospital in Reading. I have talked a lot about what happened there.
End of subject, end of discussion.
Un.Bon.Mot 