u/Busy_Switch9797

34M, appassionato di musica, vorrei fare lo scrittore e lo sceneggiatore. Ho praticato arti marziali molti anni fa', sono ancora un grande appassionato ma adesso ho i giramenti di testa ad alzarmi di colpo. Ne ho passate tante. Vivo nella provincia.

On top of everything that’s happened, I’ve been doxxed—whatever I say on the phone, post on any social media platform where I’m almost always anonymous, or send in private messages is known to a specific political group that openly defends the people who control, enslave and the vile debauchary in most of the world.

I was brainwashed through coarsive persuation as a child by people who knew what they were doing and did everything they could to prevent me from recovering and living my own life. For a fairly long period of my life, I was a victim of these highly sophisticated technologies capable of causing devastating psychological disorders; I was seeing a psychiatrist who recorded everything (they record everyone, at least in this area), just like the others I’ve seen, including psychotherapists. At my weakest and most clueless moment—due to the destruction of my education and the disorders I suffered—I was publicly humiliated. I'm human: phone calls to friends, counseling, posts of any kind—intelligent, funny, vulgar, or silly, comments and messages should be private; these people even say that I’m sharing my feelings to the public, when all of this was confidential within the privacy of my own home—but that’s another story; the incidents in these lasts years are countless and aberrant.

I’m under the scrutiny of semi-functional illiterate “body-snatchers” and have had my character assassinated for every “mistake” I made in my life, on top of the avalanche of false accusations leveled against me.

The local people believed everything; it's a very debased area that's common for us.

I know all this because several people have told me about it.

Have you had a similar experience? How do you deal with it?

I know almost all of them from the '60s to the '80s, but I've never been able to find new music that I like, apart from a few exceptions like Eminem and Radiohead.

In my opinion it's a great band, a few songs are a little corny but "My own Prison" it's a masterpiece.

What are your thoughts?

I tend to pigeonhole myself and others.

I act this way because of these traits, and he acts that way because of those traits...

I’d rather break free from these patterns.

Introvert and extrovert is an acceptable classification, but it shouldn’t be taken to extremes either.

I was groomed very early in life, which turned me from a child prodigy (so everyone says) into a lunatic. My parents are human cases, they still don’t believe my story and made a mess of everything. 20 years ago they decided to move to a cesspool town, which has made my life difficult to this day. At a certain point, the targeting became extreme: first extreme V2K and character assassination, then gangstalking for two years.

I suffer from the great ambitions I once had, from dealing with the grooming, and from the trauma of the aberrant daily events that keep happening; I’ve even been doxxed ect. The story is too long.

The best thing would be to leave and start over, but it’s extremely difficult also given my mental state.

I am apparently attractive, intelligent person with an extreme imagination, my desires have been denied; I could become a great writer. I also have a certain energy due to my past passion for Eastern philosophies before these seven hellish years.

I definitely have concussions such as memory loss ( I had a photographic memory), anhedonia, etc.

My previous psychiatrist even wrote that I used heroin—a completely untrue claim that I found out by chance... There have been many events.

I’d at least I would like to leave this run-down area, which has become half fucking cult.

What are your thoughts?

I’m 34, and 22 of those years have been hell. Hi have a disordered psyche, and I think it’s too late to make my dreams come true.

I’m sure I could be a good writer—I’ve got the imagination—but socially, I’m a lost cause.

I’m so awkward and clueless about what people are like—in short, I don’t have much real-world experience beyond the horrible, surreal life I’ve lived.