So Many Changes in a Lifetime

I felt stuck on one all my life. But the question is, WHICH ONE? So many bad places. And it was all about, which psychiatrist(s) to sue? I was like that RIGHT AFTER Hopkins. When we were living in Maryland near DC. After the Hopkins or as part of the Hopkins debacle. I am beginning … Continue reading So Many Changes in a Lifetime →

Abt Change

So (on the DL) I have massive brain damage. Since leaving PA, in 1990 and leaving the clamped crotch episode of my life (but, of course, it came with me as well), and going to California, and getting the Wart-Mole removed from my face RECENTLY, I have become an entirely new person from what people … Continue reading Abt Change →

Special

At the state hospital you had to get used to men who got into fights and men who had killed people. This made it very difficult to return to society. i was in such a fragile condition. I got used to it there in a while in a bad way, it corrupted me, I used … Continue reading Special →

State hospital

they tagged me as the antiChrist when i left. there were some hardcore patients a bit older who said i looked like "someone who would kill people." That was my eyes. The "ghoul epiphany" from the torture in the ICU. Those two did something to me that I never got overd.r and the iProgram leader … Continue reading State hospital →

Happy Day

Working on selling this tablet and or the contents and movie rights. i have come to the end of my story insofar as it involves the general public at this time. There are probable 3 films here but I wouldnt know how that could be handled. and a book or several books i might write … Continue reading Happy Day →

Abt the State Hospital

I made the mistake of falling in love with someone there who did not return those emotions. Somewhere ine my mind I had sick fantasies that me his condition in life. Where he explained things to me like that he had been so hungry he had to eat grass. Anything I say may lead me … Continue reading Abt the State Hospital →

Ugly Duckling Story

My father thinks he oughta kill me for having a little pride. The dirt poor working class. I got a line on that a long time ago in a magazine called The Other Side, primarily Black American, which mysteriously shut down after I sent a subscription to my father that showed a Black crucifixion scene … Continue reading Ugly Duckling Story →

now I burp

shocked by a picture of my child at age (7?) He looks like he is in a process of starvation. I just couldn't see it. It was the same when, in response, whether at that time or at another time, I panicked in desperation and started feeding him everything in sight. He got chubby and … Continue reading now I burp →

Fear

I'm expunged. what do I do I am given to understand that it was done for purely political reasons. AFTER ALL THAT I HAVE BEEN THROUGH! I once heard of a place called Vanitas. When I was just 16 I visited a very old university in Boston, I didn't care for it all that well. … Continue reading Fear →

A Story to Tell

Abt the Johns Hopkins University Hospital Debacle There, I met a Nigerian psych tech named Sylvester--you know, like Sylvester the Black Cat in Disney World. He looked at me with disdain as I watched an African film about violence in the culture in Africa but then for some reason he looked at me differently, I … Continue reading A Story to Tell →