JK police spied on my brain tortured me
Hello I'm from Kashmir
Few years ago my house was raided and my phone was snatched. Then they asked me a lot of questions. They called me to the police lines and interrogated me about everything I do. They installed the spyware in my phone.
After the incident, I stopped using electronic devices completely.
Then the real turn in my life comes. After 8 months from the incident, I began to hear loud laughing noises around my house. And comments that used to match my thoughts. People were on their phones laughing and passing comments about me. At first my brain immediately thought it's a spy cam. I searched the whole house, found nothing. Then after days of struggle, I finally found out there is a correlation about my thoughts and the comments. The comments used to come when I used to think something deep personal. And I began to get panicked. My heart rate rushed and my brain activity surged. Panic sets in and since I knew it's somehow spying on the brain, I became desperate. I begged them (using my thoughts) to please stop this. I'm imagining deep personal things about my family and about myself, it's inappropriate and hurts a lot when these things are leaked.
I was now sure that the spying is some kind of brain spy dust that has been spread across my house and it operates without a battery through electromagnetic waves. Every internal monologue and images that come to my mind are being watched. I felt ill when the torcher crossed a limit and I lost my brains control, flooded with every moment of my life, every thought. I guess this is what they wanted. They pushed me to think so hard and reveal every secret I ever had in my brain.
After 3 days, I lost my senses and I was taken to a psychiatrist hospital. Where I was diagnosed with PTSD. And they gave me medicine that relaxed the overthinking and thought surge, to this day, I'm still on it.
Why did I became so sure? After the mental abuse and all the gas lighting they did, they were not even hiding anything. They were straight up talking to me. On one hand I was saying things in my brain, on the other hand there were listening using their phones. All of them were agents of the Jkpolice. We had a lot of conversations like this wherein I was begging to please stop the abuse. I assumed it's the brain dust. To this day I'm still confused about the technology.
The PTSD is severe in my case. I'm depressed, lost hope of life. I have pain that I can't explain. I have the pain that everybody thought I was lying. My family still thinks that I have Schizophrenia and all this thought listening is fiction.
While writing this, If I missed something, I'll keep updating it in the comments. Please ask me any questions you have.
The thing is that, who is responsible for the damage that has been done to me? The irreversible depression and endless anxiety and pain. Everyday in my life is so painful that I can't explain. My God knows better that I'm suffering very hard even when nobody is doing anything now. Every day of my life is close to living in hell.