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
