I wonder if I ever was in a medical instatution at all in Lebanon Tennessee. By the time Bruce arranged to have me removed from the house he seems to have put on my credit, I was begining to remember my islamic past a little, but not a lot. I think even though it was only 1999 he was telling people I was a sleeper or an illegal alien. Becky had been using my social security number since 1980 and had me re issued a new one as an adoptee around the same time. Though now there is no problem, I have a passport and everthing no problem, I think back then it may have had a lot to do with my inability to prove my legitimacy. I was listed as a sex slave on the white man's books and people even fought over "who got me" and part of the reason for this was identity issues. When becky stole my ssn she had me listed as dead. Holly Oeding is a new person who had no presence until 1981.
Holly Bush on the other hand, though "dead", was well known and had a lot of presence in many countries as well as dual or mulitple citizenships. The French have always wondered how a dead 12 year old got a job as an LPN in Indiana and why a 7 and a half year old bunnykin had all her memories and skills.
Anyway, things got sorted out but I ended up on disability. Just to tell the truth is a psychosis when you are me, and that is depressing, but with Bruce's physical abuse of my head I couldnt lie right to save my life. I had a script I stuck to about who I was that I even believed for many years but I couldnt remember it and I was always haveing dreams about who I really was even before the blow to my head.
When I went back to Valpo, I got a job right away in a laundry for minimum wage 4 hours a day early in the morning. Becky and Bill made sure not to let me sleep and one day I got home and Becky made me go with her for a psychiatric evaluation with nothing to eat since before 6am after my shift and before I could take a bath and chill out.
I tried to tell the lady there that mom was just evil, but well you know how that goes.
To make a long story short, after I got out of the hospital conviently after all major holidays, I met a woman named Barb who once attended IU. She worked at the place I was sent for halfway housing and she once lived in the very neighborhood I live in now, had the same mail man and all.
She also used Bank 1 which is now Chase just like I do.
Turns out Bank1 allowed the branch downtown to have access to the master keys so to speak. While most bank branches dont have real access to your accounts, this one does, or atleast did till real recently. As a result Barb lost all her student loan money rather suddenly and as she had mail ordered just a few things she was told "too bad so sad".
My bank has told people I do business with that checks or transfers I have made were nsf when it was a load of crap. I have the money in there, they just block the transaction. on my end it looks like nothing happened just no deduction, on their end it looks like the check bounced. I have also had phantom charges and unauthorized purchases.
It drives me crazy whenever I sign a new contract requiring payment by check. Any bank could be as bad, but this particular branch is just stupid.
One more thing about Barb, she came down with a debilitating mystery hip ailment while living in this neighborhood, just like I am beginning to get.
