We Need to Work Together...

If anybody is interested, I've written some new posts in my Waterlily Story II blog about my childhood and personal life.  The posts go with some previously-posted photos.  I've tried to be as open as I can be.


Have mentioned before that the special police project and parties involved were shown a picture of me when I was seven years old and told a false story that I was gay.  I no longer have this photo and it was a bad one....  But bad photos happen at times, for different reasons....  In my writing in the private part of this blog, I've recently worked through some mild trauma that I faced when I was seven years old....  It was the last piece of my past that I felt I needed to deal with....


During my childhood, I sometimes felt shame for family problems at home while my Christian friends at school seemed to have good, orderly lives....  But we do what we can to fix things...and I've realized that my family had many happy times with our relatives and with the immigrant group we belonged to....  [Not that our family was never happy on our own.]  There are good times and bad times in life, and we want to focus on the good....  I'm learning to do that and to appreciate what I had....


As for the police project, I've been able to cope with help from God and from a mental health agency.  Now the agency has cut me off because they said I don't need them any more and other people need help.  But the police have had me under so much pressure that I need to have some human support.  My family and friends have been told I'm delusional.  It's not that the agency believed everything but they gave me some practical support while I was working on the issues....  Other people can't relate to me.  So, I need for some police or someone to come forward and acknowledge the issues.  We need to work together if anything further is going to get done?


My chiropractor has informed me that my health is getting worse, in spite of my best efforts to help myself and to pay for many kinds of treatments....  The problem is the stress I'm under, I believe.


The "Irishman" who is now in charge of the police project gets advice from the African lawyer...and his father was a political prisoner in Africa who got sick and died in captivity, as far as I know.  The persecuted become the persecutors, is that it?  The son is persecuting me...and for what???  I really need to see a change.