One of the hardest things about being homeless is finding a place to park for the night. You have to find a place that is well lit so you aren’t robbed or killed, has bathrooms, and where the cops won’t give you a hard time, or whether the armed security guards will chase you out. It is humiliating to be chased away from a spot. We stayed at truckstops because they are designed for people to sleep in their vehicles overnight. You had to often buy something like gas or food with the security guard watching to ensure you wouldn’t be harassed or thrown out.
I am a victim of severe gang stalking. I have endured countless attacks by large groups of people collectively attempting to send me to my grave. I realize now that so many of my interactions and behaviors have been imbedded in me by the "training" I received from many of the participants. At one time the homeless shelter I was living in was infiltrated by a large number of people who stole my medications, robbed my two storage spaces and "bullied" me into sleeping under a pine tree in the woods because I was so affraid. Although I live in the U. S. , I have also been led to homelessness and only recently finally been able to maintain a semi stable environment. It has taken years for me to see and understand even a portion of what has been done to me. Unfortunately I have dealt with mental illness of PTSD, bi polar and social anxiety disorders for much of my life, although I can absolutely see how gang stalking has led to much of the diagnosis. I am also in recovery from drug addiction which I have also struggled with throughout. I have been an outspoken advocate of for victims of sexual assault, which I have also been the victim of, sadly, several different times in my life. I am currently in the battle for and of my life, against a wrongful arrest and conviction of a felony. I was the victim of a haneous, violent and sadistic sexual assault by someone who police have yet to acknowledge, in several counties for over two years. I have just served almost nine months in jail, and was released and sent back into the world with no medication for the second time where I had to be hospitalized due to withdrawal from mental health medications. The side affects are frightening and can make anyone appear to be extremely paranoid and even schizophrenic, although I have never seen or heard hallucinations. Both times the staff at the hospitals refused to call anyone in my family to sit as witness to what was happening.
Last week I was contacted by the county to tell me that I was released ACCIDENTALLY and I am now due to turn myself back in in one week.
I was misrepresented by yet another legal advisor, this time given to me because the public defender's office found a conflict of interest in my case, and after 6 months in jail, could no longer represent me. He also filed NONE of my paperwork and dropped me the day of court with no word. Meanwhile, I sat in a county jail for months locked in a cell for 23 hours a day. My new lawyer had been a part of that same office for almost 20 years and was now in practice for herself, and I felt bulldozed when I didn't understand some parts in my case. I have some trouble communicating during this time due to the PTSD from the most recent rape and sadistic abuse. I have been trafficked in a part of the country that is overrun with illegal activity. I had also spoken to her about pressing charges and she also, brushed me off. I wrote a letter to the judge following my sentencing, while still incarcerated concerning an appeal and my possible need for new representation and was not informed until the day I was called back to court after I was told that my case was closed and was released from jail.
I was asked by the judge to speak with my lawyer in the hallway after court to discuss that I was possibly interested in receiving a state sentence, after the judge explained to me that "he did me a big favor and kept my sentence in county rather than put me with the bad criminals and murderers upstate." I immediately told my lawyer that I was interested, again, in handling my case with the state. Luckily this time my mother and my roommate (and only friend) were present. She told me she would remove herself and I needed to find a new lawyer.
I am now looking for a civil rights attorney. I am counting down my last week of freedom.
Gangstalking is real in jail too. Sometimes even more than outside. I am afraid of what will happen to me. At one point I was in long term recovery for almost 10 years. I was the residential supervisor of a woman's program for Drug and alcohol treatment. I wanted to use my pain as a way to help others.
I am a mother. I have a college education. I am a person with disabilities. I am a good person. I am a woman who has been fighting, alone, every day against unseen groups of people who have some reason to wish me great harm. Most of the people involved are given false information about me to get their cooperation. The lengths they go are sick and twisted. I don't know where to go next. The abuse is real. I am real. I wish I knew what to do.
Alexander, come to Russia with your whole family. You will be completely safe here. Ask Edward Snowden. And in Guatemala they will get you. In any country they will get you, except Russia. Assange made the wrong choice at the time...
I am a victim of severe gang stalking. I have endured countless attacks by large groups of people collectively attempting to send me to my grave. I realize now that so many of my interactions and behaviors have been imbedded in me by the "training" I received from many of the participants. At one time the homeless shelter I was living in was infiltrated by a large number of people who stole my medications, robbed my two storage spaces and "bullied" me into sleeping under a pine tree in the woods because I was so affraid. Although I live in the U. S. , I have also been led to homelessness and only recently finally been able to maintain a semi stable environment. It has taken years for me to see and understand even a portion of what has been done to me. Unfortunately I have dealt with mental illness of PTSD, bi polar and social anxiety disorders for much of my life, although I can absolutely see how gang stalking has led to much of the diagnosis. I am also in recovery from drug addiction which I have also struggled with throughout. I have been an outspoken advocate of for victims of sexual assault, which I have also been the victim of, sadly, several different times in my life. I am currently in the battle for and of my life, against a wrongful arrest and conviction of a felony. I was the victim of a haneous, violent and sadistic sexual assault by someone who police have yet to acknowledge, in several counties for over two years. I have just served almost nine months in jail, and was released and sent back into the world with no medication for the second time where I had to be hospitalized due to withdrawal from mental health medications. The side affects are frightening and can make anyone appear to be extremely paranoid and even schizophrenic, although I have never seen or heard hallucinations. Both times the staff at the hospitals refused to call anyone in my family to sit as witness to what was happening.
Last week I was contacted by the county to tell me that I was released ACCIDENTALLY and I am now due to turn myself back in in one week.
I was misrepresented by yet another legal advisor, this time given to me because the public defender's office found a conflict of interest in my case, and after 6 months in jail, could no longer represent me. He also filed NONE of my paperwork and dropped me the day of court with no word. Meanwhile, I sat in a county jail for months locked in a cell for 23 hours a day. My new lawyer had been a part of that same office for almost 20 years and was now in practice for herself, and I felt bulldozed when I didn't understand some parts in my case. I have some trouble communicating during this time due to the PTSD from the most recent rape and sadistic abuse. I have been trafficked in a part of the country that is overrun with illegal activity. I had also spoken to her about pressing charges and she also, brushed me off. I wrote a letter to the judge following my sentencing, while still incarcerated concerning an appeal and my possible need for new representation and was not informed until the day I was called back to court after I was told that my case was closed and was released from jail.
I was asked by the judge to speak with my lawyer in the hallway after court to discuss that I was possibly interested in receiving a state sentence, after the judge explained to me that "he did me a big favor and kept my sentence in county rather than put me with the bad criminals and murderers upstate." I immediately told my lawyer that I was interested, again, in handling my case with the state. Luckily this time my mother and my roommate (and only friend) were present. She told me she would remove herself and I needed to find a new lawyer.
I am now looking for a civil rights attorney. I am counting down my last week of freedom.
Gangstalking is real in jail too. Sometimes even more than outside. I am afraid of what will happen to me. At one point I was in long term recovery for almost 10 years. I was the residential supervisor of a woman's program for Drug and alcohol treatment. I wanted to use my pain as a way to help others.
I am a mother. I have a college education. I am a person with disabilities. I am a good person. I am a woman who has been fighting, alone, every day against unseen groups of people who have some reason to wish me great harm. Most of the people involved are given false information about me to get their cooperation. The lengths they go are sick and twisted. I don't know where to go next. The abuse is real. I am real. I wish I knew what to do.
Alexander, come to Russia with your whole family. You will be completely safe here. Ask Edward Snowden. And in Guatemala they will get you. In any country they will get you, except Russia. Assange made the wrong choice at the time...
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