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This was my response on the site itself, a response which was subsequently removed. It seems that I have been censored by a couple of citizens of the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave and, of course, the First Amendment. That’s actually quite funny. In fact it’s downright hilarious. That Fred character must be awfully thin skinned (for a sock puppet that is). Maybe one of the pharmaceuticals have developed a drug capable of treating his condition.
I am not sure how long I shall remain here. I have been reading about the plight of transsexuals – they are people who believe that they have been born into the wrong body. As far as I am aware it is a disorder that primarily affects men – sufferers believe that they are really women. I wonder if there are people who have been born into the wrong time.
I cannot deny that you have probably helped many. You have, however, had a hand in destroying my life and for that I hate you beyond measure. You despised me because I was born into the wrong socio-economic circumstances. You despised me because I am physically grotesque. You despised me because of factors beyond my control. You failed to act when I was sexually harassed by over-sexed male patients while being imprisoned as a result of a section 3 that you ratified. You failed to act when I was physically attacked by a male patient who had a long history of such behaviour. You failed to address the sexual abuse or domestic violence I had experienced as a child. When I was in your care I was forcibly medicated, often by male members of staff. I was told that I was worthless, an attention seeker, not really ill. I was told that nobody would really care if I committed suicide. You were slowly and systematically destroying me. My mother managed to wrest me away from you. A humble nurse triumphed over a learned psychiatrist. How that must have stung! When I graduated from college I was still under your jurisdiction. I was in the care of a CPN and a social worker. It was then that you exacted your revenge. You withdrew all support. I was left to rot in a council flat. At the time I had a friend. I will refer to her as L. She insisted on telling me how wonderful you were, how you went out of your way to help her, how much you respected her. The contrast was striking. She was pure and good and came from a middle class background. She was also, unlike me, physically attractive. Another difference was that I had managed to graduate and she didn’t – that must have infuriated you – it is a violation of the natural order of things.
There is a voice in my head – it is one of the demons. Because you, devout Catholic that you are, always knew that I was demonically possessed. I asked you to approach a priest on my behalf. You refused. So the demons they have multiplied. They are imprisoned inside. And no one will help me get rid of them. You think I deserve my suffering because, at the age of seven, I permitted a neighbour to shove his fingers up my vagina and I told no one. I should have fought him. Even if it meant my own death. You are trying to rid the planet of my evil presence. You are trying to make me commit suicide. I will do as you wish but the world will know what you have done.
The voice says: ‘Keep looking over your shoulder. Because you should never feel safe – as long as I am alive.’
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So Sick of Drowning 
