Sunday 12th July, I saw the garbage first psychologist again. All my stress and anxiety came back from that time. I wish I could reveal her real name, but that would reveal my identity and I do not want that to happen.
I had to run away from her, unfortunately I was in a shop so I had to leave quickly which is sometimes hard. I was at the reject shop and they recently added a metal gate to the entrance, I assume to stop people stealing their $2 crap.
I really hate where I live and want to move away so badly. I’m so anxious all the time now.
I thought I had forgotten all about that and had moved on, but apparently not. I’m stuck remembering what she did to me and what she allowed to happen to me. Its like I’m forced to relive it when I see her. I was extremely fearful every day for years because of shitty circumstances and events she could have prevented and she acts like it was nothing.
I’m going to find a way to make her regret everything, to get her licence cancelled or at least reviewed and to make her embarrassed about what she did. I hate her so much and want her to suffer like she made me.
I will be very funny if she calls the Police on me swearing at her. Then the flood gates will open and everyone will know what a divisive, manipulative, arrogant, selfish liar she really is.
I will tell Sky News straight away and the Department of Health who her gave her a psychologist licence.
I went to tafe a few weeks ago just to print something and saw the man who harassed me. While I was waiting for the incompetent office woman to print my work in the wrong format, I heard men carrying on like idiots in the library, then walk near me to the exit. A man from the group said good morning in a shitty, sarcastic way. I think it was the man who harassed me about 2 years ago. I think his name is Adam, but I wasn’t allowed to know who made the complaint about me because that is tafe policy apparently.
I wasted a year of my mental health plan on her shit! She needs to admit what she did.
(c) ASD and me 2020.
ASD and me 