Life Story: planning and further notes

Notes and planning

Just a few quick notes of how I hope to write the rest of the story (these are just notes, please don’t read too much into them. They are not here as some sort of death pact level commitment regarding what I intend to write, nor are they a final and ultimate statement of absolute truth under oath)

Part one: Background

Part Two: Europe trip

Part Three: First year in university: from arriving back in NZ, Living in Newtown, to living in Wellington (Kelburn then Karori), until I am in Newtown. Getting married. Still very unwell.

Part Four: Second year, living jn Newtown, drama, for example my car getting lit on fire, moving back to Paraparaumu, preparing for my third year at university. Still very unwell!

Part Five: Third year in university, feeling sick and dropping out, and then that whole year re doctors (Amanda Clarke and specialists iirc). Fourth year: start university and have to drop out six weeks in, trying to do web design, more doctors. And also physio and stuff.

Part 6: Very, very bad digestion: some serious stuff here; Dad visiting to ask about health. Like a random visit to signal that he was behind it.

Part 7: moving house, suddenly

Part 8: some sort of issue with Mum visiting. And then worsening symptoms. And then antidepressants. Then cell tower symptoms. Then some sort of breakdown, all combined. A significant period before things stabilised. Then long term back issues. Back issues? Torso issues? Not sure what the word is.

Three years mega invalid. Can’t even go on dates easily, can’t go to dinner. That’s it!

Skip a bit (too disturbing and traumatic to even examine the period 2017 to 2022 again.

And then do my life story: after I discovered that I was being watched by intelligence services, intelligence agencies, and their servants (who I can to call the fae).

My focus is on the loss of my health, and all of the doctor’s visits and stuff that I did. And on all of the times I asked my mother and father for guidance and advice. Amongst other people I went to for advice.

I also want to do a page on my life story and friendships/relationships and how it relates to my life story.

I also need to talk about Amanda and her desperation to have a baby. And my reluctance. And how once I was crippled she pushed us to try for children, and insisted on having sex often. Even though I couldn’t even shower or walk properly or dress myself. And was freezing cold. And I need to talk about IVF. And like we need to address the fact that Amanda and her associates crippled me so that she could keep trying to have a baby, and that now that she has one, Brynn wants to take me out so that she and Amanda will never face justice. Like, actually go to jail! That is a whole other massive storyline. I wrote up that story elsewhere. But I intend to rewrite it.

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Here are some other things I hope to write about…

They did a lot of things to me electronically, to harm me, over the years.

It was constant.

I hope that I can write about it later.

Symptoms included:

Constant fatigue issues (I.e. chronic fatigue, or “chronic fatigue syndrome”).

Post exertional malaise (exercise intolerance = can’t exercise)

Bad constipation (very bad constipation!)

Tightening up my muscles (neck, inner hip aka iliopsoas, shoulders, neck) - this symptom led to plenty of other problems

Frequent temperature dysregulation issues

Sweating

“Dry mouth”

Back problems

Back pain

General chronic pain

Also, I saw a lot of physiotherapists, who just plain made me worse. They hurt me, seemingly on purpose. And I tried other stuff too.

I had to drop out of university, and I tried to go back twice.

I got worse over time. I also often went to my family for advice. Including my mother and father, as well as even my brother sometimes! I also went to my in laws and my friends for advice. I was part of Amanda’s family, and they treated me like family. Furthermore, Jesse Orchard (and his brother) had “Chronic Fatigue Syndrome”, and so I asked for advice from him. Jesse was one of my best friends from school. We had known one another since 15. He even drove me to a doctor’s appointment or two. Including one at the age of about 24ish?

I always wanted to know what was “wrong with me”. It was a common topic of conversation.

Also, I didn’t socialise very much at university. I was sick.

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Bottom line: there is a whole lot more to talk about! And we are just getting started.