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The things that went on in that basement apartment were ridiculous. The people online and watching and listening were a mass amount. One’s in the Estate (Hanlon) went around with logs from the chatroom to doctor’s offices mainly Dr. B.I.Giblon. Feeling I needed to be treated for depression, help to stop smoking, my libido over all the cyber sex. They also felt I was bi polar long before it was written on any hospital papers. From a story online about my allergies they decided I needed allergy shots for fish among other things. They really felt they needed to remove a mole. Under the impression they could actual convince medical professionals that I did not look after my own body. That I did not go to doctors.
Every one of these things has side effects and are fine if you’ve chatted about them with your doctor and are aware of what to expect. When you have no idea of it and your body is experiencing it all. During a time when you already are aware of all the stalking and hacking going on it sets you into a further panic mode. At this time while I felt the harmless things online were becoming more and more sinister. My daughter came in from living at her boyfriend’s house after her dad threw her out over support payments not being stopped ($100.00 a month). She was 16 and even she stated and said are you sure Andrew isn’t making you sick is he giving you something you don’t know about?
All the while they were under the impression they were only helping this twisted bunch in the Estate at least this is what they fed the outside world. This however only allowed others to continue their jealousy over the ex who claimed to be robbed. While they listened in on everyone for entertainment.
It was and has been very difficult when so many people are coming at you from so many angles to pin point what and who were responsible. Too many people had me so confused and dealing with ample things all at the same time.
Years later while online with Michael Moschella. It came out of the things being done medically to his disabled cousin. What his family needed to do and how they had to hide medically from him what they were doing. How he needed these meds given to him. He I believe is the cousin of the lesbian friend from that God forsaken basement apartment. This was how I finally pieced together what had been done to me.
Many things happened that involved me and my children including typing or talking in my second time at Orton Park. Where even Michelle Walker (claimed to be her name) my son’s first sexual partner was being informed of many things online and tormenting us, mainly me.
However while they were “treating me” it left room for more to take place from the people seeking revenge for the meeting of our two dad’s at Zena’s Diner. C.A.S. nor the Hanlon’s needed to rip out the pockets of our clothes or take pictures from on family’s residence and place it in another’s.
My uterus was messed with my inside muscles man handled. How I cleaned my insides in bath water was no longer able to be done in a matter of days. Something done my whole life. I know I woke one morning and someone had raped me. I had only been knocked out and when I got up and went to the bathroom the cum was leaving my vagina as they watched on camera laughing. I’m sure Andy was mor then well aware of all of it.
I was being injected with mild sedatives to preform these medical treatments and because I was a light sleeper. These people had no reason to fake and lie to me about wanting to be in a relationship. They had ulterior motives all sick and sinister. Everything I went through only made it easier for a much bigger plan to take place.
My ex didn’t drive anywhere and always had a “friend” to do so. Most would love the idea to participate and were also angry about those “gay cousins”
The things they gave me were not harmless. When you’re already going through the torment I was and your body is experiencing critical diarrhea, lights outside are making you see trails and your body is malnourished and your losing sleep. The toll it has on your body is immensurable. I unknowingly walked right into the lion’s den. As they fought over who got to do what to me next.