NEWS!!

   
Medical records debunked..  
   
The nhs team leader of mental health, eating disorders and the supervisor of the police sex crimes have debunked all those physical and mental health medical issues and have stood up for me. Especially in regard to a serious crime that occurred decades ago..    
   
Pages and pages of information, documentation, photos, emails, NHS/Police professional standards “UPHELD” statements and  thousands of my own words have now been introduced into my medical notes in order to contradict, overwhelm and debunk  the previous information.  
   
Statements, gossip, hearsay, misinformation and , to be frank, bullshit.. Debunked..  
   
And thank you to all of you who contributed to the evidence..    
Especially the dash cam stuff..  
   
You stars..  
All those giggly, flabby, lardy arsed mammies, vain, tippy toey gym show ponies and padded grand mammies…  
You F’king stars..  
THANK YOU..  
   
Quote 10th June 2024;  
“You are not deluded or deranged and what you say is happening is happening”.  
Well Hallelluya  
   
My old medical records are a sham and now stand in my records only to highlight the absolute incompetence of all those quacks, nursies and botty wipers who contributed to them..    
   
No longer “mentally ill”..    
No eating disorders, no paranoia, no derangement, no delusions, no shits in a parcel and sends it to.. Etc..  
Possibly why the NHS refused to pay me benefits in the first place..    
They knew all along..  
It was bull'..  
   
I also assume the police will also be having to amend a few statements?  Once the revised nhs information is submitted.
   
Their investigation of 1989, where I specifically stated;

 “I don’t want to do this but I have to the NHS has...”

That Interpol investigation/court closed due to  “lack of evidence” not due to lack of “guilt”..  
Hence no prosecution..  
Or retaliation.  
   
 It is now my prerogative to raise my fist, as it was my prerogative to call out the crime, and, as it was my prerogative to deal with my trauma as I felt fit..    
   
If you have a problem with how I dealt with that trauma may I suggest you get out your husband's paid SUVs, grasp your husband bought hand bags in a loving grasp, smell the diet club’s chocca mocka coffee  and go get an education that does not involve aspiring to a life time servitude to ya man’s wee pipe..  
   
All over the world women are dealing with their traumas alone, unheard and un-believed by writing their traumas into novels, creating art works, poetry and, yes, climbing mountains..  Some run, some cycle, some walk, some diverge off the pathway, some turn to alcoholism, mental illness, drug addiction and some turn to violence..  
   
That is their prerogative..  
As it is mine and as it is the prerogative of all the mammy flaps of today, and tomorrow, to sook their wee mans pipe..  
   
 
Well.. It looks like I won.

If you had played your cards as well as I played mine ..

You could have got my driving licence revoked, got me sectioned, blackened my name in the press for all eternity, got me doing community service, fined or a quick blast in some Scots' cell for creating a rape culture protest letter * or even prosecuted for the Interpol "whatever" that would have resulted in my demise within a European poop hole of a prison.. Me fall all over the international press..

And my final effort to face up to the nhs, all their doctors, consultants, psychologists, social services snoops and busybodies with clipboards eventually paid off..

Medical records debunked..

 You "could" have had it all..
 But you didn't..

Why?