I am a disabled person. I am not a psychopath, I am not a “pervert”, and I am not a “stalker”, and I am not a terrorist because I’m mentally ill. I am a child abuse and neglect survivor, and I am a domestic abuse survivor. I’m not predatory but have been gullible and socially challenged because of the way I grew up and the things that have happened to me. I am a friend, a sister and a daughter. I am and always have been a young adult female, and I do not plan on becoming a violent offender and go to prison ever. I spent enough time at home and sitting in hotel rooms and RV’s. I have had to overcome a lot of obstacles and learn things all by myself, but this remains an issue that I cannot resolve on my own.
A hate crime is being committed against me and no one comes forward. I have had strange experiences since before the psychosis started, and it jogs my memory all the time. People that dislike me for my mental illness are taking things into their own hands to cause me distress and control me. They do it to cause my mental illness to worsen, cause me disease to kill me, and cause me to become incarcerated. Word has gotten around and it has been common knowledge that I’m mentally ill by family, past acquaintances, coworkers and the communities I’ve lived in for a long time. This is happening to me because I’m being accused of being a danger and a nuisance and need to be “put away” and it’s not fair to me, because I have been through a lot of degrees of abuse and neglect that has complicated and exaggerated my mental illness. The people that were responsible for coming forward when I needed help during the acute phases of my illness neglected their obligations to do so. And now I am being stalked, harassed, and have been exploited and assaulted for my mental illness. The stalking and harassment abuse extends from people close to me, acquaintances to neighbors, and even strangers.
I can’t breathe anymore and it’s not asthma, I am having extreme fevers and heart arythmias, I have uncontrollable panic attacks and irritability, my head aches regularly, I can’t think clearly and I am becoming increasingly confused and can’t focus, my organs ache and burn, and I more or less lost my appetite, my appendix is inflamed, my legs ache, my skin is raw and I have scars and scabs on my face from the chemicals irritating my skin, and I heal slowly. I’m starting to experience neurological damage from it.
Merry Christmas! 
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