Daisy Buchanon

I named my cat from Mass. after her.

She came here to PA under terrible circumstances.

My mother let her out and she got pregnant and when I came her she was just about due; she had four kittens. I wound up going to the state hospital with dread about her.

There was a young woman from the Philippines named Daisy who had child by a young man from Maryland where we were living on Treasure Island, Alex, Ian, and I. Alex buddied up with Daisy’s boyfriend. I liked Daisy but I didn’t know how to help her.

After a while everything turned bad there for me and I went to a shelter on the advice of my therapist.

While I was gone Alex prepared to buy a house. He used my credit rating to help him so he sorta had to let me go with him when I came back from the shelter. I didn’t do it right, I told my father where I went. So they threw me out of the shelter.

Then I went again to another shelter and it was a complete farce. I went to a different shelter. Alex said it took 45 minutes online to figure out where the shelter was. And I saw his car out there waiting for me to come out when I left to go to take a bus somewhere.

So, both times he got me back. MY MOTHER called the central office and convinced them to give her confirmation that I was there, which, of course, was strictly unethical at a shelter.

Next, I fled to a place in Tampa and that was a major meltdown.

THEY–my ex and my parents– got a restraining order against me–for taking my son to a shelter. I didn’t get a copy of the orders. I understand that they said HORRIBLE as well as untrue things. I began to understand the importance of clearing my reputation and not letting others speak for me.

WHICH IS WHY I AM HERE posting this blog today and for the last 14 years.

When I was in Florida I was also applying to catholic.com for prayers for my situation and it was very helpful for a very long time. Just to get by. Until something got done. My son and I got out of Florida. The LORD broke Alex and I asunder and he stays in Florida as far as I know. I continue to persist in clearing up all the relationships that were involved because of a condition, this “wart-mole” removal, of an odd lesion by my nose, has set of landslide within me and in my relationships with the community. It started with a resolve to change The New Year’s before last.

This is for Tampa and St. Pete’s, especially the police and Sherriff’s office in both places.

May the Lord bless you and keep you.

Oh, by the way, I was infant-tortured as a tiny baby. If it means anything to you.

It gave me a bizarre look even as a tiny baby and nobody wanted to hold me.

I was just left laying in my basinett.