One thing I really don’t have is that good an imagination. I was staying at someone’s place once and they were trying to print something out on the computer for me, some of their photos came up, must have been by mistake, don’t know. But there was one there with a young woman laying on the floor face down, I still remember what she had on. And the shoulder bag slung out on the floor, It was very quick as they changed it straight away, but as I said, not that quick enough that I didn’t see it. I thought maybe it was a staged photo, you know one someone put on as a joke, but I always wondered why they quickly grabbed the mouse and changed it instantly. I commented about it , well started to at a later date to someone I knew, didn’t get to finish telling them though, like a lot of things that are important people are usually too engrossed in their own things to take notice properly, but later when I saw the person who’s computer I saw it on, they started to tell me I had a good imagination, out of the blue. I knew exactly what they were getting at. A few days after that they also said to me how the young ones go in to town with these little minis on that just about shows what they had for breakfast, and they shouldn;’t be dressing like that. Was funny as that is exactly what the girl on the floor had on. A little mini, and her pants were showing. I still wonder about that photo, being staged? but you see not long after that the harassment escalated incredibly. One night we all went into town for the fireworks display, I was once again at this persons place, had got dressed to go, and they commented rather loudly as to exactly what I was wearing, colour and all. So I actually went into the room and changed some of what I had on. See no reason anyone has to give a detailed description of what I’m wearing out loud. What for? Didn’t make a difference that night, I couldn’t stay near the people we had gone with, and was copping it all night, had to keep moving around all over the place, actually went and stood behind one of the food caravans and some crates they had stacked up. Kept getting hit by something, I nearly passed out one time. I still wonder about the rather loud comments of my clothing. Another time when I went down to Perth, and was staying on the street, moving from one to another, thought I had settled ok in one of them. Then I started getting “Look at the street light, keep looking at it,” which I did look at it, then all of a sudden it got blown out. (now that reminds me of the 4am idiots under the tree telling me not to turn the light on outside) It scared the crap out of me and I moved quickly. And just after I moved a car with no lights on moved from behind me back a bit. This same person came down to Perth to see me, and what was funny was he started to comment on the street light, once again a conversation out of the blue. Any way to get back to down South, I said to this person one day I’m being accused of being a pedophile and a prostitute, their answer, well if its true. Well I happen to know his daughter is a prostitute, if she’s still working, and as for being a pedophile, how sick. He had also gone into the local library before I even went down there and asked the people at the desk if they could look up and see if they could find any details about me being involved in prostitution interstate. I know this because I found the forms with all the details regarding that at his place. He also had been ringing the schizophrenic society interstate and having literature sent to him regarding me. That was with the other stuff. I mean this is a fairly close knit community down South. He also went and told his ex-wife I was a prostitute. I mean this person is asking for literature re me and schizophrenia, and they had 4 huge diaries (4 years) at their place with everything written down on a daily basis as to what I was doing, also number plates of cars that were outside my place, even my ex boyfriend’s address? and a couple of names of peoples business cards I had had in my purse. This they had got fom my place when they had stayed overnight in the spare bedroom so they wouldn’t have to make the long drive back. So must have been when I was asleep. When staying at his place later kept getting the runs, so feeling a bit paranoid, I started throwing the coffee out each time he made me one, would feel to myself after, you paranoid idiot, but one time I came in quickly from outside he was making one in the kitchen and he had his hand above the cup, straight away he put it in his pocket and he did have something in it. It was my cup he had it above, then he started making gestures saying he had to take his tablets. If he was taking his tablets what did he rush his hand back into his pocket for and why was it above my cup. One time we went to the local bingo, and he asked me if I wanted coffee, I said I would get it as he only had one arm, below the elbow was gone. He kept insisting he would get it, I didn’t want him to, but he is not the kind of person you can argue with about something like that. Anyway I watched him go up to the counter in to the line, and then in front of everyone when the coffee was being poured he started to rub the end of his arm like it was sore. I felt very small, a couple of people walked past my table and gave me a look. I realised he had planned it. When I had my own place before this, he used to ask “am I the only person that rings you now”. And he would come out with comments “none of them want to live with you” ?
Another day at my son’s property my son had gone to the property next door, they were actually friends of this person, the woman he had met a few weeks earlier had taken my granddaughter into the bathroom of the shed, I was in the kitchen, the room next to it. She had put her in the trough to have a bath, I was kneeling down on the floor, at the fridge. I stood up and looked towards the bathroom, went to say something to my granddaughter, and what does this thing do, she slammed the door in my face. I did tell my son later about this, and he said how his daughter is growing up (she was 6) and gets embarassed now. Really? I’m her grandmother, she’s known this other woman a couple of weeks and she gets embarassed for me? Well. One time I went into the shed to use the toilet and her two children were at the computer, I never got to use it anymore or watch the t.v. thought would talk and be nice as went through, so asked them what game they were playing, the son about 15, looks over and says “oh fire,” the game had ice all over it, and then the girl 17, looks at her brother and says “did she say something”. Which she knew I had. So just thought to myself ok just go to toilet and ignore the ignorant little b’s, obviously their upbringing. Now this woman had just not long before divorced? I think, her husband as she said he was a pedophile, was she getting a little confused when she slammed the bathroom door in my face. I think she must have been. I may be wrong but their seemed to be a sort of connection with this woman and this other guy, as she lived in the town where he worked for a couple of decades, its not a large community. Its just that I heard her commenting on the company to him. So as I said may be wrong. Why do I feel guilty about writing the truth? Thats how I feel, and why should I? Its been very obvious that some people don’t care about the slander and lies they have tried to spread, why should I feel bad about the truth. I got put away in a locked ward, and labelled delusional so no I am not going to feel guilty about the truth, not as I see it, but as it really is. Oh and they put on the form that people I was around were worried about their safety? Bullshit, the only person that was woried about their safety was me. I was worried about myself, my son, and my dog. I sat and watched that light right across the property, a beam of light across 2 acres of land nearly, for ages. Not only once. If I thought I had seen it it would have just lasted a second or maybe a minute. My granddaughter said to me one night she saw someone behind the vegie garden, so did I but I had never told her. My dog saw also. Was my dog also delusional when he chased them off the property? Was he delusional when he got the burns on his back leg? or when he got fresh cooked bones late at night, which he also got here not long ago. I kept the bones, I don’t give them cooked bones. Was he delusional after I heard some one say they were going to kill him, two days later he’s vomitting blood, weeing blood, and blood in his fecaes. I remember a couple of times I nearly carried him out to the car, because he couldn’t walk, to get him out of the place. Just had a lovely shower. (got “wash yourself good bitch your going away). And if you read the earlier blog going back some time ago, someone had drawn my attention to a car that had been parked out the front of my place 3 night in a row, with three guys in it. Country number plates with big aerials on the top, wasn’t til I went outside and took note of the car they went away, only to park later in the dark, further down the street. And then later at the next unit they even parked in my driveway a couple of times, others, they would park across it, when the whole stree t was empty. You know, maybe I am complaining, but I sure feel like I have something to complain about. And I really mean that. Because there’s been no reason for any of this. Only a total control freak, and I mean that word in the strongest sense, would try this. How dare they, how f***ing dare they even try and insinuate that I am interested in children, just because they are so sick. How dare they. Its sure as hell one way to get rid of someone isn’t it? The day I am so sadly jealous of someone I will feel incredibly sorry for myself. Low life sicko. There used to be a car parked late at night down from my sons place, and I mean this is semi bush, it wasn’t parked out the front of anyones entrance so don’t really think anyone was visiting anyone, but if they were why not park in the entrance as the driveways are really long, or even near the entrance, and it always took off about 4am.
Also like “are you going to report me” then getting the reply if I do she will kill me, and she’s “just down from me doing that anyway,” And they all have bluetooth, as I said it must be modern day schizophrenia and if so I wish it would catch up properly with the 21st century and let me know the significance of bluetooth. Not even being allowed a shower, and I love a shower every day at least once. With clean fresh clothes. And I wash my hair everyday, can’t do that properly out of a bucket. How dare they. Later……
