❤️ Letter To Independent Press Standards Organisation- June 2015

During the height of my fame I ended up speaking to the Independent press standards organisation. I explained my situation about in falsely missrepresented in the press.

Funnily enough I’m like when I telephoned the Sun and was told to check myself into a mental hospital, my complaint was taken seriously almost as if they were aware of my situation. Below is the letter that followed.

Dear H

I feel it’s imperative to prove a little background information. I am an  adult sufferer of ADHD. I was previously prescribed methylphenidate. Duty sale misfortune both at home and at work I started to also use legal Ritalin.  Soon after I was a mess. I neglected my prescription and just abused ethylphenidate. I deeply regret this.

My parents then began undertaking some very nasty behaviour, claiming it was all in my head. I have been and still am tortured by them.

Around March I noticed I appear to be famous. People photographed me or appeared to text my location. My congruency resulted in me being sectioned. No one believed my parents could undertake such horrific actions. I have evidence to prove that invasion of privacy was not in any way a psychotic episode.

I found even when clean people still appeared to stalk me.

That distressed me so much it resulted in an overdose.

Thankfully when disclosing the horrific actions my parents have done several strangers informed me this was due to an article in the Sun including a photo with me smoking crack cocaine. Something I really indulge in.

It would appear the intention of this is to make me believe I am mad, yet prior to my parents knowing, I used considerably more, with no psychotic episodes.

My parents have destroyed my home, my car, my possessions and now my reputation and career in education

Any decent parents would’ve paid for and ADHD psychiatrist all rehab and detox.

The Sun has breached the following

1) accuracy - I used crack cocaine occasionally I use Ethylphenidate for ADHD. When so many people strive to destroy and hurt you I’m certainly not in during disabling consequences of my disability

- misleading photo

- misleading statements

- did not distinguish between comment conjecture and fact 

- not fairly reported

- clear defamation.

2) privacy

- no respect for private life.  Whilst I have struggled with drug addiction since I was 17 I have always worked and contributed to society

- no consent for photo

 

3) Clandestine devices

- unsure whether my friend took the photo or my father /press did this

I am completely broken. I was sectioned unlawfully. I will never work in education again so will need to retrain

My loss of endings could easily amount to £150,000.

I will not live a lie, to Eastfork consciences of my sick parents.? They have done actions to me which places them up that with Fred and Rose West.

They’ve destroyed my whole life and have got the nation to hate me when I desperately needed the help and support.

I am praying you can help me. All I want is the truth and some help with drug addiction

Update -  Unfortunately all evidence of the article had been removed by this date so no further action could be taken

#itsnotaboutthedrugs

@Gemma_Stalked

❤️ 04th June 2015 - Journal

Bought new clothes. As I tried them on I heard 'I've gotta watch her she's a junkie'. Just left changing room door open. 

Again in the toilet.

Banged up in wooded waste land.

Tried to speak to The Sun and although I was telling them a member of the Met Police broke the law, they seemed weird. Told me to go hospital. Something not right here.

Found Internet cafe where my brother could spy on me. Makes me so sad. Dunno if he was speaking fluent Spanish. If so well done fat cunt!

Honest I'm surprised.

Got on bus and got talking to Junkette. Well one saw me go to my bag and said in Punjab or similar 'she's banging up'. I replied I was getting my phone. I got the head phones and pretended to talk. Saying out loud what my parents where doing and that it was legal Ritalin. This enabled me to engage with one.

After hearing the truth he felt sorry. I asked

'Why am I famous'

'You were in The Sun'

Wham! Everything fell into place.

Got hostel in Brixton where Junkette was waiting to make sure I didn't bang up.

Crying in tears I tried to find a pay phone to call home. 4 ate my money but didn't work. As I walked the street I told people it wasn't true and more confirmed. A picture of me smoking crack taken by my  bestie. 

My mother still lied. I cannot believe they have ruined my life. And lied. Suppose

'GIRL WITH ADHD USES LEGAL RITALIN' doesn't evoke as much hatred as dirty crack junkie. This is why The Sun seemed weird on the phone. 

This must have been January, possibly when I was in hospital as my LinkedIn profile got more views than an MP.

Not only have they destroyed my house, car, possessions, killed my rabbit, had me sectioned, but now I know why everyone is on track mark watch.

They control my internet so I can't find the article either. I knew people wouldn't lie for them forever.

Either they tell the truth or, if I fight for it, when I win, there is no family. 

They prevent me calling The Mirror, why? The truth WILL come out. 

All they have done is make me use more drugs. They could have paid for ADHD doc, got me concerta, paid for detox and rehab. 

That's all I want my Ritalin. I can't get it until detox is booked. My drugs team are full of excuses as to why it's not being booked.

I want to go. I want my meds. I'd be willing to do daily drugs tests for concerta. I'm heart broken.

My career in education, over.

Everyone is pushing for me to fail. Not one person will help me. I need help. I can't do this alone. I'm scared, weary and running out of fight.

Before I met people and then they decided whether I was nice or not.

Now they all hate me and I have to prove I'm nice.

I wanted a quiet life. Rescue chickens, growing vegetables, peace, being anonymous.

I can never forgive them for taking that from me.

Along with the sick things they've done, they're up there with Fred and Rose West for sickest parents. I'd rather physical abuse. It lasts 20 minutes and it's over. My abuse it 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

I'm trying to fight for help and the truth. Otherwise I'm heading for suicide.

I can't fight the whole of the UK.

I'm so devastated. Not only have my whole family ganged up on me, tortured me, destroyed my life, but lied to the national press.

I will never pretend this is in my head. If they want me in their life the truth is imperative.

Death has never seen more appealing.

Junkie Jay (not my real name but I will change it by de-poll) 

❤️ 09th June 2015 - THE TRUTH!!!!!

Fuck me, I've been told the truth.

The Junkettes - Readers of The Sun

The person whom I believed to be my best friend... Well he conveniently snapped me smoking crack.

So the whole of the UK (majority, The Sun is probably the most read newspaper), believes I am a crack head.

This is why I'm famous. And it's damn unfair. Yes I am a junkie. But I suppose 'girl addicted to ethylphenidate who has ADHD is banging it up' wouldn't evoke as much hatred as 'CRACK HEAD, LET'S MAKE HER THINK SHE'S CRAZY'

When I was told everything fell into place. It's so sad, this is why even when I'm clean I have stalkers. Everyone is ready and waiting to knock me down. Not one person will help me.

I want my concerta back. Until I have a date for rehab this isn't happening. My drugs team are messing me around. Giving me a new excuse each time. I'd go detox today if someone would get me in their (you have to be clean before rehab and I need to detox from buprenorphine).

All this madness does is make me use.

My parents could have paid for private rehab months ago. 

I don't like having to use... I like choosing to use. The only drug free time in my life was when I was on concerta (Ritalin).

I cannot fight against the whole of the UK. I doubt I can wait 3-4 months for rehab.

There's always another way out though. It makes me sad contemplating it, but the thought gives me so much peace in my head.

My rabbit has bonded so Mr Fyver and Mrs Fluffy no longer need me.

My cat Orion has found a new home. 

There's nothing left for me really.

Why would any parent want their child to think they're mad. Why? 

I wish I had the kind who sends their kids to rehab.

I wish mine understood it's not as easy as just stopping.

I wish they had ADHD so they knew how my brain feels.

I wish they would help me.

I wish they would tell the truth about me.

Most of all, I wish they would give me a break.

I may find it possible to forgive my mother. Never my father. He is evil, pure evil. When he did the nasty evil things to me I would hear her crying.

Each time another nasty thing happens to me I think my mummy allows this. 

If anyone can help me get into rehab please let me know. All I want is my Ritalin, rehab and a chance to tell the truth.

I know I need help. I know I have problems, I can't do it alone. I'm running out of fight now.

Desperately sad J (I'm changing my name) the junkie or as you know me, the crack head.