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Demons and BPD

Today I am thankful for Google . I haven't had a lot of time to research the issue. I did run a Google Search on Borderline Personality Disorder and Demon haunting. I was hoping to get psychology pages filled with information about people with co-occurring Schizotypal and Borderline co-diagnosis. I found a few but not a lot of real hard research about that issue. What I found was numerous religious based pages claiming that Borderlines are experiencing a spiritual crisis and are often attacked by demons. This is dangerous because it will keep people from accessing real time help. Sometimes people with BPD can get so far into their delusion that they can believe such things.  Why would you tell someone so down on themselves that they are evil or cursed?  That is not helpful!  They need to be pulled out of the delusion not sunk further into it. I don't really know what else to say about the issue.  I would caution a relative to reach out to someone claiming to be

How to Pass as Black or Mullato

Today I am thankful that I can share the secret to passing as black  - play bass. I'm not joking. I look Irish.  My skin is so translucent that I nearly glow in the sun.  My hair is a naturally curly dark auburn. I am sedentary, so my booty is too big for my taste.  In high school and college, most of the men who would ask me out were black.  I think it was because I played bass and sax. It didn't matter.  I moved to a black part of town and became involved in local politics.  At one point, a white educator complained about my activism.  I had caught her abusing my neighbor's son.  She held him up by his ankles because he was late to class. I complained.  The head of Elementary Education in Denver called me and asked me what in the world I was doing in the black side of town. She wanted to know if I identified as black. I didn't know. I told her the truth. I was orphaned. I barely remember my biological father.  My grandmother sai

Stupid prank calls.....

Today I am thankful that I can document bizarre things.   I'm getting loads of collect calls from a guy named Humphrey.  I get it.... "Hump Free...." Six!!!  Six 'effing calls.  I am also getting texts but I think those are from the answering service telling me about the calls... YIKES!   This is no longer amusing. Here is a copy and paste of the number. 1-720-330-2195 I'll do some research when I get home from work and post what I find. It could be a horrible telemarketer. Love ya, S.  Edit:   I called the number back and received a recording that claimed to be a jail.  The message did not disclose what jail. It gave another number, +18004838314. I call that and, yet again, get a message about an offender in jail. Well.....I don't know anyone in jail. The only person I know prone to arrest works for a law office and I'm sure her boss would call me to help post bond. I blocked both numbers.  Blocking

The Secret to Smiles in Shitty Times

Today I am thankful for goats in pajamas for they are the secret to smiling during crappy times. How can you not smile? Aren't they cute?  I have a career coach who shows pictures of her baby goats when I'm happing a shitty day.... Stalker follows me... baby goats. I start crying.... baby goats.  I spy lots of baby goats. At least I'm smiling.  What I need is a horse.  Horses will eat anything.  It would be funny to have one go after the stalker's car.  Horses eat anything.  I've actually seen one munch the side mirrors of a a candy apple red Camaro.  Maybe I'll start saving my money for a pet. Love ya, S.

Insurance Emails for Documentation

Today I am thankful for a place to post these.   I'm still not sure what to make of it.  I didn't know my ex-husband was getting emails from my insurer.  The cops say that insurance companies don't email to set up inspections, they typically call or send a letter. I'll post them here just in case anyone else has this issue. My sense of it is that my ex-husband and/or his family are playing a little game with me.  I had a guy come out wanting to take a peek at my house and demanding my ex-husband's contact information twice at the end of May.  He had a purple ID tag (which didn't have his name on it only a blurry picture and the name of the company).  He didn't have business cards.   See previous post for details.  After this drama played out, I learned my ex was stalking a former boyfriend and started getting bizarre prank calls from a guy calling himself Humphrey. It could be a game nitwits are playing with me -or- the insurance thing could be

Stalking Getting Weirder

(Watch this video....once you have the Facebook profile number....copy and paste it into Google search with the word Facebook.....a profile should come up....block anyone who makes you uncomfortable).  Today I am thankful for a place to have a voice just in case mine is silenced. I apologize for not writing over the past three months. I was working on a project.  This project took a lot of work and required scrubbing crazy blogs.  I found a job.  The employer only starts at $10 an hour but is paying for my education.  Upon achieving licensure I'll get a raise to $15 ($30K).  My understanding is that if I jump through enough hoops I'll make $25 ($50K).  I've been seeing a lot of clients who are involved in politics. I also have been appointed as a publicity director for a non-profit. I had a very scary set of stalking incidents where my neighbors became involved.  The city is helping me start a neighborhood watch due to it.  I'll detail it below. I've