❤️ 10th April 2015 - 17th April 2015 - MEET THE JUNKETTES!!!! Part 3

Finally! The last instalment of the Junkettes, AKA the people who happily decided to mass stalk me. They made me incredibly mentally ill. I will have this paranoia for life. 

I have never heard of anyone doing this to a drug addict before.

I assume, initially, the intent was to get me to stop. But it didn’t. It only increased my anxiety, thus my self medication to cope.

These people should hand their heads in shame. I am a petite lady. The majority of these stalkers were big grown men, who could easily over power me.

This was a very scary time in my life. Which will stay with me forever.

As you will see, mobile phones feature heavily. This leads me to believe some kind of tracking app was used. Only this time it wasn’t Pokemon they were hunting.

It was a real human being, with feelings and emotions. I’m sure they wouldn’t permit this to be done to any of their loved ones.

The fact my loved ones created this, hurts so much. I honestly thought my daddy would protect me from nasty, evil people forever. Yet he gave them the ok to do this

My daddy 1981 -  2015 - my Superman. My hero.

My daddy 2015 - Date - I don’t know. He scares me now. He makes me feel the way he used to protect me from people who created these feelings.

I miss him so much. My heart aches. I know I’ll never have my hero back.

It’s true, you don’t know what you have till it’s gone. RIP Daddy. Hello That Man!

Bus should be 163 not 168

#itsnotaboutthedrugs @Gemma_Stalked

❤️ 10th April 2015 - 17th April 2015 - MEET THE JUNKETTES!!!! Part 2

These are the people who stalked me whilst on the way to the Nut House (Springfield) 

*actually whilst in the Nut House Grounds

#iwillbefamous #thetruth #Itsnotaboutthedrugs @Gemma_Stalked

❤️ 05th May 2015 - Journal

Ok, they want me to kill myself don't they? I cannot see any other way out of this. This has gone well beyond 'Tough Love'. They continue to lie to me, but EVERYONE knows the truth. Well, not the full extent. You'd be shocked if you knew the full list of evil things they've done to me under the guise of 'psychosis'

I used to love them so much. I'll never love them again now. I'll never be grateful of what they've done. I'll never say thanks mum and dad for the complete destruction of my life.

Shame they didn't do psychosis in my session with my drugs worker (they have intruded on my privacy before with my key workers). Coz when I told Jo I gave them my drugs and works, yet I'm still tormented like an animal, her eyes pricked with tears. She knows what a feat that was for me to do. Then to still be tormented. They have no idea. They have no idea about ADHD. Nothing. J* begged for her to make an appointment to see them so she could try to make them see what a huge effort on my behalf and perhaps I could do with a break. I said no. Why bother. They didn't want to see Dr P**. Fuck it.

You don't know the full extent of what they've done to me. I won't even be able to ever tell everything. Because it's so fucking sick. No one would believe me. I don't even believe myself at times. This is my mum and dad. Why won't they help me?

I was LOCKED AWAY for being honest about what they're doing to me. Yes, they're so evil no one believes this could possibly be real. It must be psychosis. But nothing listed below is beyond the realm of human capability. This is what my loving parents have done to me when I needed their help. When I cried and cried. When I pleaded. When I begged. When I gave them the fucking damn drugs and my works. Unlike real psychosis mine doesn't go away when I stop drugs.

- get loads of cars like dad's Ford Focus. Similar number plates, hub caps (dad changes his and drives with a fake EK number plate), in grey, silver and black. Have loads down Oakway on day I'm petrified of being illegally sectioned again. Have loads wherever I go. Pershore Grove. Rosendale.

- install CCTV in my house and their house. Then lie to Doctor and say I am imagining this. Forget that I used to be able to ask CCTV psychosis for things that would appear the next day. Also know information I haven't disclosed to you only psychosis. CCTV circuits where found in all of my light bulbs 

- give her a bugged iPhone and prevent her from upgrading. Watch her every phone movement. Access camera and microphone at your leisure

- scream 'YOU'RE ON DRUGS' or just get angry when confronted

- don't what ever you do, act like parents. Still torment her when drug free, sober etc.

- bug her iPad which she realises strange men are following at night. So  petrified she leaves in a bush.

- hang around her bedroom window whilst unlawfully detained in Springfield

- have her Key Worker appear in another borough and enter the house you're (I mean the psychosis) staying at

- get the community involved by mass stalking me.  Have thousands of strangers photo me and text my location. I don't deserve the basic human right of privacy 

- get houses involved to have pretend numbers on their door. THERE IS NO NUMBER 13 OAKWAY IDIOTS. BAD LUCK

- contaminate her gear with any old shit. Don't research what the fuck you're putting into something she will inject herself with. When she has black rotting flesh realise you made a bad choice and swap gear for less poisonous one

(One of two rotting parts of flesh)

- when you realise Springfield isn't really a suitable place for her rather than get her out, hire people to pretend they too took an overdose and that's why they're there. Get one to try to get her re-sectioned, although you know this is highly illegal

(Glen the spy's note book about getting me Sectioned)

- tell community she's a dirty junkie on crack and smack so this intrusive behaviour is for her own good (neglect to say it's legal Ritalin she's taking for her ADHD). This will ensure they hound her like a rabies ridden dog. Even get them to shout 'CRACK HEAD' in public

- move her floor boards up and down so she's petrified of staying in her own home. Also knock door, move internal door handles. Have people enter her house. When she spends £150 (last money) on changing locks, have her come home to an open house with spare keys on the side

- when caught out (in the park) pretend your Clark Kent, where crap NHS glasses, your son's top, and squint your eyes when she sees your face

- constantly lie and say you're 'staying away'. Go next door and torment her with your son. Nice family bonding where you make the black sheep think she's mad

- be seen in public and in your car then lie and say you were at work

- be heard in neighbours houses' in adjacent rooms to where she's (petrified) staying. Then torment her.

- still lie when neighbour and counsellor have slipped up and told her the truth

- have large vehicles play a sound so it sounds like a helicopter is above her (talk about prisoner of war treatment)

- have loads of bright white lights where ever she goes. Even central London where she's still hounded like a dog (Terrorist, rapist, murderer, treason.... This cannot be because little no one Gemma take a drugs. Coz all of this just makes me take a hell of a lot more)

- large helicopter presence around me

- shop staff ignore me or lie saying machines not working.

- have strangers read my text messages when sitting 4 rows behind me

- get my counsellor to lie (she did tell truth which is why I went SPRINGFIELD)

- get my friend to lie and all of a sudden I have psychosis at his house. This was my last 'safe' place where I could sleep

- take all her shoes and make one too small for her to wear

❤️ 13th May 2015 - The Junkettes

This was at 6.30pm on the south bound Northern Line. I departed from Stockwell and travelled to Colliers Wood for my supervised script.

The first Junkettes to be captured are a young man and his mother? Startled into an anxiety filled journey upon standing in front of him. He immediately took out his mobile and alerted mummy to my arrival. My sleeve rolled down and the track on my right arm became visible. Almost panic stricken he informed mummy. Both desperately endeavoured to steal glances, however smart cookie (I curse my psychic ability!) had clocked the anxiety that I've grown accustomed to when spotted, meant they were petrified to be caught looking at me.

Of course, I MUST excel at my labels. Label me a junkie, and watch me play up to my label. I immediately rolled up my sleeve a little. Ahhh love it! Well I can't stop it!

Look at the anxiety spotted a track and he's got sweaty palms.

Avoidance, well known technique of the Junkettes with no acting skills 

Finger biting, got mum in this one too!

Needless to say he shat himself when I got my phone out and pointed it at him. Cest La Vie!

What goes around comes around like a hoola hoop. Karma is a bitch, so make sure that bitch is beautiful 

I had noticed the second couple prior to this incident, the girl looked like a familiar far from middle school. A year older if I remember correctly. I had already clocked the glance of recognition upon recognising me.

At Tooting Bec they took the two vacant seats to my left. The female turned to the male and said, in too loud whispers 'look at her wrist', whilst simultaneously touching her own right arm in identical places to my own war wounds. 

I than said 'WRIST' nice and loud for her. Obviously bunked school the day they learnt that one.

#itsnotaboutthedrugs @Gemma_Stalked

❤️ Psychosis By Mum and Dad - Mass Stalking

One of the things I initially felt so distressing was the mass stalking. I was in Brixton with my best friend when I first realised I was seeing familiar faces in the crowd.

Having ADHD means I'm crap with names, but faces, well that's another game entirely. 

Mass stalking, meaning I had no privacy what so ever (I was filmed in every room in both mine and their homes), was distressing enough to the point I took and overdoes in public.

Secondly being stalked meant I ended up using a hell of a lot more as this encouraged me to bang up in public. If I'm having psychosis I'm having the damn high!

So here's a section dedicated to how to make your kid bang up more drugs!

1) When UFM (Unwanted Family Member) looks out the window of her quiet street have it suddenly fill with boy racers (driving faster than necessary) and herds of strange faces.

2) Have two or three base houses where these extras congregate waiting for me to look outside or leave. No 50 people of all races does not stir suspicion in what should be a family 2 bed house.

3) Cars at night must use full beams in UFM presence.

4) Ensure stalking by her iPad/iPhone. When she realises all these strange men, some with vicious dogs are following the iPad, not her, she'll abandon her prized possession. With all her Tsega pics on it (Tsega is the beautiful Bengal who was put to sleep in February due to a terminal cancer aged 6)

5) Make sure she's never alone. Doesn't matter how quiet the road, wether it's 3am, or if she's hidden in the park. People will constantly walk past her

6) Even though you've implemented the above make sure no one comes to her aid at 11pm when she overdoses in the park. Yep ignore the slumped body, keep walking past 

7) Ensure every person in London with a Ford Focus or similar car, in grey, silver or black is ropped in. Ensure there's a large number where ever she goes. Get everyone in your street to park one in their drives.

8) In central London have the same crowd of people stand outside every pub she passes. Don't let them shout 'RIGHT WE'RE ON THE MOVE' when she's still in ear shot.

9) Make sure they cannot act to save their lives. So make sure they are clearly looking out for UFM

10) Then taking her photo or grabbing their phone to text her location is imperative.

11) When clocked by UFM get them to anxiously hide their face by staring at the floor and try to ignore her

12) Even those who are brave enough to try a staring match make sure they always give up as UFM approaches 

13) Shouting 'crack head, smack head' is  super embarrassing and those who do publicly shame her will be fired 

14) In fact any who interact or are seen to frequently must disappear

15) Get the emergency service involved by setting off the blues and siren when she's insight. This was particularly distressing when she's worried about being unlawfully sectioned.

16) Remember UFM likes pets so having the same people walking the same dogs will result in a fail.

17) Photo her on the tube. UFM will get pissed when she notices piss heads (same as me but alcohol), over weight people (same as me but food) and even the cunts with a scratch card or racing pull out (same as me but gambling)

18) Keep up the game no matter what. Hanging you head in shame when approached is a dead give away (L*** neighbour 25.03.15)

19) Ensure helicopters when in wooded park, even late at night during no fly hours.

20) Insure most stalkers don't interact 

21) To get stalkers on board don't say she's using legal speed for her ADHD but she a raving crack and smack head

To be continued... 

#itsnotaboutthedrugs @Gemma_Stalked

 

❤️ 10th April 2015 - 17th April 2015 - MEET THE JUNKETTES!!!! Part 3

Finally! The last instalment of the Junkettes, AKA the people who happily decided to mass stalk me. They made me incredibly mentally ill. I will have this paranoia for life. 

I have never heard of anyone doing this to a drug addict before.

I assume, initially, the intent was to get me to stop. But it didn’t. It only increased my anxiety, thus my self medication to cope.

These people should hand their heads in shame. I am a petite lady. The majority of these stalkers were big grown men, who could easily over power me.

This was a very scary time in my life. Which will stay with me forever.

As you will see, mobile phones feature heavily. This leads me to believe some kind of tracking app was used. Only this time it wasn’t Pokemon they were hunting.

It was a real human being, with feelings and emotions. I’m sure they wouldn’t permit this to be done to any of their loved ones.

The fact my loved ones created this, hurts so much. I honestly thought my daddy would protect me from nasty, evil people forever. Yet he gave them the ok to do this

My daddy 1981 -  2015 - my Superman. My hero.

My daddy 2015 - Date - I don’t know. He scares me now. He makes me feel the way he used to protect me from people who created these feelings.

I miss him so much. My heart aches. I know I’ll never have my hero back.

It’s true, you don’t know what you have till it’s gone. RIP Daddy. Hello That Man!

Bus should be 163 not 168

#itsnotaboutthedrugs @Gemma_Stalked