I showed her pictures of my apartment that I had taken with my phone. She was visibly, spontaneously surprised at how nice it was. I'm sure that she thought that nowhere that I could end up living would be that nice, that someone who was homeless and "delusional" could make the decisions that would lead to that situation.
Unfortunately, there was nothing that I could do or say that would prompt her to question her own decisions about me.
She was far from being the worst psychiatrist whom I had ever met. She just had no awareness of these issues.
The conglomerate has spent a decade suppressing awareness of these issues while it has promoted these crimes.
That's not even to mention the 5 months that I blogged every day, for the winter and spring of 2017, giving contact information for local authorities and asking that someone of the many people who knew that I was telling the truth corroborate it so that I wouldn't have to be homeless again from another retaliatory eviction.
For this visit to the psychiatrist, I was still saying nothing to the landlord about the cameras. I stayed quiet from March 2016, when I moved there, until October 2016, because I didn't want to be evicted for speaking up the way I'd been evicted from my previous apartment in 2014. From March until October, the conglomerate tortured me about being able to see and hear me in that 2nd apartment in a row where I was criminally victimized by voyeurism. When I couldn't take the taunting anymore, I sent an email about the cameras to the property management, and that was the beginning of my being homeless again.
I was a good tenant. Before I sent the email about the cameras, I'd received a letter from the property management calling me "a valued tenant" and asking me to do the paperwork to renew my lease.
I thought that having seen the agonizing process of retaliation inflicted on me once before, everyone who had already seen it would immediately corroborate the voyeurism so that I wouldn't have to be homeless again and so that I could stop living LIKE A TORTURED ANIMAL. Nobody did. Not one person. Most of them just kept laughing and saying disgusting things about me. They laughed me right out the door and kept laughing during 2 more years of homelessness and they're still laughing now.
