I'm not joking, I'm not lying, I'm not being falsely modest. I didn't at first like it and then feel bad about it later and want to blame someone else for it. I'm not secretly flattered by it, I'm not hoping to seduce a rich person from it, I am not sexually stimulated by it, it is not fulfilling an exhibitionist fetish.
Are those some of the things that people who know that this crime is still happening to me and to EVERYONE AROUND ME are telling themselves, even after all of these years of my being sickeningly abused?
Those people don't know what it is like to be a homeless woman or a formerly homeless woman with a psychiatric history, and they are trying with all of their might not to understand what it is like no matter how many times I tell them what it's like.
When I try to tell people who don't already know that this crime is real that it's happening, they don't believe me. They assume that I am paranoid.
I have also tried sending anonymous text messages to Crime Stoppers in Boston, and the police haven't investigated.
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I don't have millions of dollars to protect my image, the way that celebrities do, and it shows. Here are quotes from Carey Martell, one...
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Although my life is really awful, I am not in the dire situation described at the previous page. Unfortunately, I'll be 46 this summer...