Tag Archive: Freedom of Expression


I Want To Go Home

I really think it’s the right thing to do, I think anything I do here in Bulgaria before or without doing that can’t possibly be right.  But I don’t know how to go or who to go to.

I know that through the legal system isn’t the only way of approaching things, and that some high profile people seem to have tried to make their positive position and kind feelings very clear to me.  I appreciate that and am really sorry for those people if they feel embittered or betrayed, believing I don’t care or am really cynical or despise the reality of what they feel, and because of the responsibility and integrity with which I am sure many of them try to approach their job I am ashamed if I have made them feel that way.

I don’t know what to do or who to go to.  My flat is my home, I have tried for years to insist on that, not only for my own sake but also for that of those who have no other option but to try to make such a place their home.  But I don’t even want to attempt to deal with the problems between me and my neighbours and my housing association.  I have asked the mental health services before, and my housing association, for assurances that I’m not going to be hospitalised or something, and they never answer emails like that.  I think they have viewed me very unkindly and inaccurately, if not cynically.

So where would I go?  I have a home, but I’m afraid to be there.  I need a legally committed communication on this.  I’m sorry, friends, but I really do.  Using the media isn’t good enough.  I don’t understand why you can’t or won’t commit yourselves.

I don’t have the keys to my flat.  My housing association broke in to do some work and has changed the locks and they have the keys.  I don’t know how to get hold of them without telling them my address here, and I don’t want to do that.  That feels stupid, it seems so obvious that there should be no problem for me to do that, but I know how they have acted towards me in the past.  So I might feel clear skies but discover I have delivered myself over, yet again, to a dungeon.  How melodramatic does that sound?

Am I worth anything to anyone?  Should I be?  Should I believe that I am? 

Maybe more to the point, is anyone else worth anything to me anymore?  The truth is, I don’t care.  I can’t care, not after what you have put me through.  You need to rebuild this relationship, it is not my job.  I can accept apologies and an expression of a wish to try again, even if my answer is no, or even a summons, but being put under the obligation of responding to a plea or an invitation is not something I think is fair.

Everything I do here in Bulgaria, I feel as if I am desperately trying to avoid detection.  My first reaction when people shout at me is self-defensive anger and rejection.  But that seems to be the way people here do things.  I don’t expect ever to encounter anything different.  So I feel as if I just have to get in there, if I can, if people will let me, if I can hide my predicament well enough and the predicament they might find themselves in by having anything to do with me, and do my best to hold on, if I can.  If I still have the heart.  If I don’t why would I want to, and why should I try?  And also, of course, I find myself having to cope with the closed and dishonest ways people handle the situation.  These   days when people say they can’t do something, I don’t know if they really mean it or if they are saying ‘go away’.  But you can’t prove it.  But it’s still fear and prejudice. 

I was thinking over the weekend that I need my personal power back.  That if people shout at me or whatever, if I shout back or show any kind of strength in expressing my own anger, it won’t be made an occasion for people to arrest me or use the mental health act against me.  I feel I daren’t express the full extent of my anger in these situations, or my love or my need or acceptance of my own failure in the communication, or an insistence that I am entitled not to be treated that way.  I don’t think that is something I should have to feel, since those who start it are completely unbridled in their own expression. 

I’m not talking about physical force in my reaction or any kind of physical attack.  On the other hand, is there something wrong with grabbing someone by the wrist in that kind of situation and saying, ‘hey, that’s not OK, and I don’t want to let you walk away having spoken to me/treated me like that’?  Because that is the worst thing I have ever done to any of my accusers.  The spectre of the mental health system is always over me in those situations.

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My best Dastardly and Mutley impression – “stonking, ranting, shnazzershnacking” “Hee, hee, hee” 😀

The Bible says we are made in the image of God.  God is 3 in 1.  No one has the right to point to you and tell people you are lonely.  Do not let anyone demean you by calling you lonely, neither let those who have no right challenge your right to live and exult in  freedom of movement when you finally find the courage to try to do so apart from their control.

I’ve been taught that, even before God created anything, He existed in community as the 3 in 1.  When God was all there was, He was friends with every part of Himself.  God was His first lover and worshiper.  We are designed to follow that pattern. 

Even if we don’t believe that the story of creation teaches that each human being embodies the male/female principle,  God the 3 in 1, just like we should, had friendship and community before anyone else was around.  That’s what they told me. 

Now then, Colin Dye, you nasty, stalking, baby-snatching dingo, go and make someone else eat your shit and stop stalking/trying to control/sabotaging me and my right to my life apart from your divine majesty (ahem, sorry, little aberration).  Your jurisdiction over me ended (if you ever had a right to it in the first place) when I left your building, on your orders and your staff’s orders.  Your insistence on continued involvement and the way you are achieving it are illegal, and the way you deflect proper accusations of acting in a cultlike manner is fiendish and sinister.  I have never had to face anything so demonic, knowingly, as I am doing with you and your staff and those who support you, ever in my life.

The only way anyone ever becomes lonely is to rely too much on relationships outside of themselves and God or to be forced into feelings of dependency through abuse of power. 

The Bible says Jesus was driven into the wilderness by the Spirit after His baptism and came out full of power.  It says Abraham was told to leave his father’s house and go to a land that God would show him.  He disobeyed.  He took Lot (I’ve been taught that was disobedience).  The book of Hebrews says Christians are a pilgrim people without a home, and that there were those who lived in caves, of whom the world was not worthy.  Perhaps Colin would like to call them amoebae?  Why would he have done that?  Where did he get it from, whatever his intention?

Sometimes God wants people alone or to move out on their own.  I wonder what Colin would have said to or about Abraham, or about Jesus, indeed, if he had at any time been affiliated with them (obviously he never has been, it’s just hypothetical).

Edit note:  Oops, sorry, this was supposed to be a draft.  It is obviously unfinished and in very crude form.  But now it’s out there I had better leave it.  Sorry, it was an accident.  The Lord knows.  Sorry, brother Colin.  May the Lord bless your ministry and all who minister with you.  Amen and amen. I bless you in the name of the Lord. +Sue 🙂

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