12:21
bleary:
i thought she must be that court psychologist that just show up
12:21
bleary:
jeffrey miller crime family later texted me to admit he had "called the police on me" i cant look at his text now because phone dead
12:21
bleary:
however had i seen that text at the time i would have gotten out
12:22
bleary:
but i have an issue where my texts are not getting to me
12:22
bleary:
i have tried to remedy that in the past by buying a new phone but "they" wont let me
12:22
bleary:
believe me i would have two.
12:22
bleary:
so i sat there i think i said i dont have to answer you
12:23
bleary:
maybe too defaintly
12:23
bleary:
and court psychologist is a trap..im not xxxxxxxxxx i learned recently.
12:23
bleary:
i am kind of a oracle.
12:24
bleary:
i was only trying to protect myself from going with the court psychologist and i had backup plans
12:24
bleary:
thats the kind of trap they put you in they conceal their identity and start asking you questions
12:24
bleary:
it's sort of like synthetic identity theft
12:24
bleary:
so she says
12:25
bleary:
do you reside here are you domiciled here
12:25
bleary:
and navy guy slash fbi head, when he had come in i was going to tell you that but when he let me in i had already had my key fob but he opened the door
12:25
bleary:
i forget what he said at the moment
12:26
bleary:
so at that moment that court psychologist says do you reside here or are you domiciled here
12:26
bleary:
i also had a flash that DA healy /attorney healy/to whom i kept trying to reach in this entrapment and call and phone and write to
12:27
bleary:
had been my attorney pro bono in a previous time that i was in arlco court in a similar circumstance related to andrew---and that he had been nice and let me go
12:27
bleary:
he said i needed to be more quiet in court
12:27
bleary:
he also i reasoned had been my attorney many times folllowing me around in the past
12:28
bleary:
but that in the current administration the problem is it is wished that i am indigent
13:19
PastelPink:
I would say Happy Mothers day to the mothers of reddit, but everyone here is either lesbian, male, or med.
14:15
Nigger:
Missy had kids
14:15
Nigger:
I think that's about it tho
14:53
bleary:
My Google administrator on my computer was changed without my knowledge
14:54
bleary:
I find out I am in Kansas
14:54
bleary:
Via a store looking for local zipcodes
14:54
bleary:
I joked Yedterday Kansas tomorrow the World
14:55
bleary:
It's like that old movie.
14:55
bleary:
I had a good night's sleep for once
14:55
bleary:
Like once every 8 days like a mastermind or something
14:55
bleary:
A kidnapped masterma
14:56
bleary:
God rested and on the 8th day he worked or something
14:56
bleary:
Where is Chapo ??
15:26
bleary:
You can tell someone is stupid just by looking into their eyes. Like that one is a sadist, that one is not dead but sadist, that one is not drugged but hiding, that one has pea brain.
15:26
bleary:
Protect ur eyes.
15:26
bleary:
CFor they are the window to the soul/
15:36
PsychopathDave:
I has a new wife
15:36
PsychopathDave:
Ahhh haha shes 24 and im 47... NIOCE
15:48
PsychopathDave:
Love it. I am banging a ukranian model from the ls series and MARRIED to her now. Pics posted in forum. Eat cocks faggots.
16:10
Chapo:
Is it just me or did Med lose her mind
16:10
Chapo:
wtf am
16:10
Chapo:
even reading
16:16
PsychopathDave:
Eat a dick incel
16:55
Chaotik:
I think Med needs to be put into permanent slumber via a captive bolt pistol. She seems to be suffering and her illness is beyond curable.
17:17
Blanc:
Shooting guns is fun, shooting guns is fun, i am bored, i am bored, so I’ll shoot my gun into the sun!
17:18
Blanc:
i hate myself very much, because in my head i dont measure up, i will accomplish nothing, and forever be inadequate, my life is pointless, i dont know what I’m doing and everything feels aimless and meaningless!
17:19
Blanc:
Shooting guns is fun, shooting guns is fun, shooting guns is fun fun fun, i am insane, i am very very insane, and i don’t know why or whos to blame! Will i ever be sane? Probably not, so might as well get high, might as well get drunk, and shoot my gun
17:19
Blanc:
into the sun
17:19
Blanc:
shoot my gun into the sun,
17:19
Blanc:
shoot my gun into the sun sun sun,
17:20
Blanc:
coronavirus is killing us,
17:20
Blanc:
killing us, killing us, killing us
18:14
Pigeon97:
Hello
18:39
bleary:
Chapo
18:40
bleary:
You were here with a recorder pen not an insulin pen
18:40
bleary:
Dam
18:40
bleary:
At first I thought it might be an epinpephrine pen
18:40
bleary:
That you tried to save me from dying
18:40
bleary:
But yo may have hit me over the head so I blacked out
18:40
bleary:
You actually could have drugged me that way with omeprazole in my cabinet
18:41
bleary:
I thought maybe I had just gone limp in the bathtub but maybe you were like gey this bitch off me and geclonked me uber dem kopf
18:44
bleary:
You didn't save me from dying as maybe I originally thought. Maybe you were hired to ki** me.
18:55
bleary:
Happy Sunday y'all
19:02
bleary:
eat manna
The line of thought:
“If I had checked my phone or my phone wasn’t dead, I wouldn’t of gotten arrested because I would of seen the text telling me Jeffrey Miller called the police on me. But I have a problem that texts aren’t getting to me.”
“I would of had two phones by this point but *they* won’t let me.”
“So I sat there, too defiantly said ‘I don’t have to answer you’. Court psychologist is a trap. I learned recently I’m not xxxxxxxxxx, I’m a kind of oracle.”
- rambling that makes no sense -
“He told me to be more quiet in court”
-more rambling that barely makes sense-
“I slept on the 8th day like God or a mastermind. A kidnapped mastermind.”
“Eyes are window to the soul”
“Chapo’s pen is an epinephrine pen, not a recording pen. He brought it to save me!”
“I passed out in the bath tub, I think maybe Chapo drugged me with drugs I have in my cabinet, or hit me in the head. I think he was here because he was hired to kill me.”
“Happy Sunday, eat manna.”
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5/11/2020 12:48:10 AM
As someone who’s been in residential mental hospitalization, unit for anxiety, depression/suicide, ptsd and psychosis- i saw a lot.
People with DID, people dissociating, people with severe bipolar disorder episodes going on, people in varying types of really odd psychosis, hallucinating and talking to themselves, and making generally no sense.
The way she is talking reminds me a lot of one of the patients who I met. It’s very similar in structure- the way the topic dives off cliffs and drifts very quickly to seemingly irrational conclusions. The line of logic is flawed or has no basis and, it quickly switches to another topic, and another- and another.
Talking to people who aren’t talking to her, naming pronouns and telling stories about things that- when out of context- like telling someone who doesn’t know what is going on- or who these people are, makes no sense. A lot of use of pronouns though and specifics.
And lastly the rambling was, lengthy, nonstop- 30 minutes. And very paranoid, stressed out seeming the whole time. She was very adamant about what was going on, was really happening- even though it wasn’t, it just was happening that way in her head. She took real life events and spun them to, make no sense. Ultimately.
But they had a “I’ve been wronged.” Tilt to it, always. Or, “out to get me.” Sort of feel to all of it. And there was lots of “important people” involved in it, psychiatrists were wrong to her, court was wrong to her, the fbi, all establishments essentially were all, wrong and bad. In this woman’s mind.
The way med is talking is exactly like this patient who I met.
If you came up to her in the hall she would just start talking and wouldn’t stop- in similar fashion to the way med is ranting in the chat. It made no sense, there was a lot of jumbling of though patterns and, stopping mid sentence and, tangents that never went anywhere. Lose ends. Inconclusive or unrelated statements. Just, very scattered and random. Broken lines of logic. And rapid topic jumping.
All while sounding really concerned, and stressed out.
And, there was nothing I could do to convince her that, the things she was seeing weren’t really happening that way- all I could do was remind her to drink water and sort of talk her into taking her meds. So that she would be quiet.
I was like, “well if you don’t like the hospital and you dont’ want them to poke you with needles you should drink water so you don’t get sicker. Yeah you must feel pretty bad from not drinking any water. Just drink it and get it over with so you can get out of here faster. The longer you refuse the water the longer they’ll keep you here. Don’t you want to see your family? Then take your meds so you can see your daughter again.”
At one point she seemed to have a moment of clarity, tiny blips of it where she was just a normal person. And she passed by me in the hallway solemnly and said, “thank you for helping me, i wish my daughter was helpful like you. All these people do is call me crazy” or something like that. Basically saying she felt really misunderstood.
Like, underneath all of that, there is still a person in there. You have to understand. And what they’re going through is a true illness they can’t control so, you should still treat them with the same kindness and the same way you would if it was your normal mom or a normal person not just another “abhorrent rambling psych patient”
She was dehydrated to the point she was making herself ill, because she was too mentally scattered to take care of herself properly. After three days of proper meds, sleep and water, she started calming down a lot. Brushing her hair and tying it back (before it was just wild like a crazy witch-fro) and covering herself up, wearing shoes. (She would walk around with no bra and mismatched dirty socks. She stank. She didn’t brush her teeth. Etc.)
She still remembers what I did for her and I think if I remember properly she gave me a hug or something. I was going through a lot at the time so I was kind of out of it but, I guess I just hated to see other people suffering so I ended up reaching out to a few people in there who were “difficult to reach” and did what I could to, help.
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5/11/2020 1:03:15 AM
I dont think this is the real med. I can see med going psychotic, but this person isnt using med's normal speech (text) patterns, and mysteriously her account started talking this way as soon as she came back from a long hiatus- aka the day hoards of puppets started flooding chat.
The blood on my hands covered the holes
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5/11/2020 5:08:41 AM
I dont think this is the real med. I can see med going psychotic, but this person isnt using med's normal speech (text) patterns, and mysteriously her account started talking this way as soon as she came back from a long hiatus- aka the day hoards of puppets started flooding chat.
I wouldn't know about those speech patterns, HOWEVER this behaviour is reminiscent of the period her father died (in 2018 I think) where she acted at least as erratically as she is now.
Recently Med has been much more coherent than how I remember her having been, so this is more of a return to normal.
