My Shrink

My shrink (yes I was conned back into the psych game due to V2k and intense “demonic” attacks), was acting funny yesterday.

I only see her once every few months but this time she came and got me on time (never happens) and was all business, not even a smile or “hi”.  Her mood seemed so heavy at first I thought something was going down and I was gonna get hauled off somewhere.

Her questioning was pointed, acting like I was losing even basic life skills.  Then she tried to pitch me the antipsychotic drugs again…again!!!!!  I know probably half the “clients” she sees are probably ti’s or have been victimized by the system some way.  Very few people there at the center look or act crazy and that ones that are are probably the ones that are on the most DRUGS.

The first time I saw a shrink was in my teens and I was pitched antipsychotics at FIFTEEN even though I had no voices or hallucinations.  I became suicidally  depressed on the poison and that is how I ended up in the state hospital at SIXTEEN, and I think they wanted me for a long time or even forever.  That is when I ran and by a miracle was not made to go back even though my “head therapist” tried to con me into going back “inside”.  We even had a “final meeting” INSIDE THE UNIT.  I did not breathe until one of the “counselors” opened the gate to let my parents and I out.

Back to now…

I even recently made the comment that if I allowed them to drug me to the gills, make me gain 100 pounds, lose 30 IQ points, get diabetes, etc…they would probably find me a new place to live.  I am basically uncooperative with the drugs so they won’t do shit for me.  I did not tell the shrink that comment but made it to someone else.

I know these finks have the inside track to low income housing but refuse to help.  Also, there are several clients each time I go that are clearly homeless but still go get their pills.  They will literally give you them for free even if you sleep under a bridge.

I did a post on my old blog about forced drugging and maybe I should resurrect it.  The person I knew who was drugged got all kinds of goodies from the system except her freedom.  Her attitude was one of anger and disgust the last time I saw her. She was also a perp.

She tried to hurt me badly but she was/still is? a textbook case of how far the system would go to control someone.  Someone gets rich off our misery and the demoniacs get high off the negative emotions.  I really expected to see a cop inside her office when I went back.

2 Years of Nothing: It’s Feb 9 today…

I have been here 2 years this time around.  The last time it was barely over 3. This blog is not like the old blog where I took risks and researched topics and made outrageous statements.  I thought this gangstalking sh*t was gonna end soon and I thought I was gonna expose it!  Now I see the big picture (who can’t?) and there is no way this thing is gonna end anytime soon.  I had a handwritten post ready on Myron May and when I went to post it a large heli flew over my apt. for an hour.   Around and around my block.  A threat.  I’m scared to post. In August, I went to the Wally World for groceries and came home to a dead computer.  It was working fine when I left.  Someone “fried” my computer for some reason…maybe because I was taking Writing 101/201 classes?  It was totally dead.  A very nice person bought me an inexpensive computer but who knows what will set the perps off next?  My old computer was 4 1/2 years old, which is considered old for a ti computer.  Who knows? I’m trying corseting now.  I look pretty good with it laced up (everything is relative hahahaha), but have not really laced down any serious inches.  I bought the wrong kind and this overbust is not the best for waist training.  The first two weeks seasoning it were hell but after that it became more comfortable.  Once it’s off my huge gut looks a little smaller and flatter, but, if I skip a day my stomach springs back.  The smallest I’ve been able to pull myself in is about 2 inches smaller than my natural huge waist measured over the corset.  When I take it off I measure and I maybe have lost an inch, maybe.  I was on a blog where people remain laced in for 23 hours a day but I can’t do that because it would weaken my abdominal muscles and then I’d have to wear a corset all the time. Does anyone know where Neverending1 is?  She has not posted in over a month.  I figured she would find a way to post every once in awhile even if she had to rent a computer.  Even if she had to make a computer of wood sticks and glue… Oh how I wish I never deleted my old (good) blog!  It had the better posts. I have not really felt like posting feeling that I will be punished for posting on ti issues.  I have been a ti 27 years and it’s worse every year.  In the early days (2005) of my computer experience I had hope but have little now. It’s no fun having a blog where I can’t share the details of my current life and have to hide everything.

*Note 4/28/15…this year I have had to replace the computer, 2 computer mice, my vacuum, my coffeemaker, hairdryer and my phone.  They are going nut\s!