... A tidbit about me...
Not that anyone asked...
I went homeless last July. I ended up in Philadelphia mental hospital.
For 89 days.
I asked to leave on day 13.
I was NOT GIVEN THE RIGHT TO A JUDGE.
I was 306ed.
They could have kept me for 2 years.
When I realized I was completely trapped & would not get out until at least ninty days later....
I let my pain out. All of it. I let myself go completely unhinged... I attacked staff, punched walls till I bled and drew symbols on the wall with my blood.
It was all an act, but it felt so good to do I just kept going for the next 30 days.
In 30 days I got 14 injections.
First two times was one shot, then 2-3 each time.
The last time was 7 successful injections and the fucker almost broke my leg too.
In the moment that they did that I realized that if I did not play their game, I was gonna be murdered next time I exploded.
So I played along best I could.
I got out in 89 days because I was about to lose my insurance coverage.
No.
Other.
Reason.
This was just the hospital I was in, the mental health housing manager also harassed and tormented me for two years until the satanic cult that was attacking me stopped being allowed in my house after one of them gave me meth.
I told these people I was drugged, and I wanted to recover in my home.
They gave me 2 weeks and came to my door and gave my my notice.
The notice was ambiguous, vague, and had several totally errors in it. For instance, i was kicked out on June 31 (a month with 30 fricken days lol)
And then there is the cult itself who separated my wife from me then proceeded to torment me for -looks at clock- 3 years.
So yeah, I have only told you about last year... It's been since 2016 in this town, but I was also very similarly abused by my stepmom and father, it was extreme levels of long term total neglect, and then very very intense, violent hurts then back to the neglect.
It was only when I realized they had both been mk ultraed, that I have fought myself to forgive them.
Thanks for listening.