nccotus

So, just as I was unsure of my moral location (living, dying and on my deathbed, living with one foot in the grave; dead and in Purgatory? (the Lord assured me that I am living but in an altered state just as my husband asserted long ago);

similarly I want to know whether I am a serial dissociative person coming together at the end of her life; or whether this is my psychoanalysis proving through at age 63–pursuing it all along as I lived out all my life as hampered by Hopkins (another lawsuit.)

either way it all came about as under the evil eye of AT&T as dished out by my father, their loyal operative. I have been forced to weather the abuse as they lived out their lives as a party where my failure as a Harvard person was the main dish. Thinking that I would die. Not understanding the resiliency of an infant tortured person with that lesion left of my nose obviously touchng on nerves in my face close to my brain! It made me numb to abuse. Simultaneously, that person recorded everything where everybody used me for their confidences thnking it would stop there. Knowing that sooner or later I would commit suicide. I had a photographic memory. For all this pain woe and abuse of everyone in my family. Including my father. They have turned him into a silly old weenie and he doesn’t even know it.