sorry in advance
but there is no auto what-not and i could give two fly testicles about punctuation or capitalization
writing this on the tablet
meaning no fancy paid for apps with all the rigmarole that does the fancy shit
then emailing to myself
might be able to check for spelling mistakes but
again
i dont have many fucks to give
my last blog post was end of july
one “fun” misadventure after another
to sum up last year/2019
my social worker abandoned me mid way through the year, when she found out i had access to money from the house between my ex husband and myself
due to being in high hermit mode
rarely checking the mail
i missed an appointment with the social worker
literally by 1 day
with covid making mail extremely sporatic
no matter when she SENT the letter
it most assuredly did not arrive as quickly as privious years
as i cant function, in french, over the phone and the fact that with covid and no transportation
meaning it would take me 2 hours to walk to her location
which means id already be dealing with my own health issues just to make sure i made the time
on top of “omfg what will the weather be like” because it was either tons of storms or intense heat and sun
then add in elevated heart rate
panic attack once in her office AND having to wear a mask
fuck that
so i sent an email explaining my situation
oh yeah but they dont check email
fuckers
so i recieved a new letter saying i had not giving a reason for missing the appointment
bullshit
and that a new appointment for the next month was scheduled
great
what fun
halfway to the appointment date
i get a call
so yeah… appointment has been canceled
i tried to explain my suituation to the women on the phone but the woman would hear none of it
no new appointment scheduled
seemed my social worker was sick and would be off work for a month
fun..
so living off the barest of gov assitance
all due to my ex husband and the 3 past highly incompetent and potentially racists (yes racism does exist against anglophones)
behavior of my social workers since moving to this area
i never got the help i needed and qualified for
so yay
debts
august 19th the energy people shut off my electricity
i sent my youngest back to my ex a few days early
to which i received a nasty letter from him
stating i was being childish
that real parents adapt to situations
stating i am treating him like a baby sitter
and a lot of other bullshit
ending with a threat to make sure if my behavior continues
he will make it possible that all contact with my son ends
oh joy
the 20th i walked to the local town hall
3km away
forcing them to step in
later that afternoon
a temporary social worker popped by
heard my story
was appaled by the neglect and treatment i had recieved
started working on what paperwork he could help me get
as well as finding me a lawyer
which i needed for sept 17th about the house
so yay!!!!
an actual reason to be happy!
i have no idea what is going on with the lawyer for 2 reasons
1… Because it seems you have to have your nose up their ass (anyone in a position of business) for them to contact you with updates
Which is difficult for me due to the language issues and C-PTSD
2… Translating what she sends me!
a friend stepped in to help translate as the details she sent me
were always in PDF
meaning… i cant translate
not capable of copy/paste into a translation program
taking a screenshot and using the google lens translation option…
holy fucknuggets batman!
made no sense
pretty sure some of the words were either made up or in one of the languages from an african country
not even joking!
i have seen a number of unusual (to me) languages
pretty sure one of the bits translated said i need to believe and something about setting things on fire
was like trying to understand an Oracle of Delphi
3 other ladies stepped in to help
absolutely lovely
though they remind me of the 3 fairy godmothers from sleeping beauty
which is not taking away the alternative universe disney princess feel i have been having about my life since moving to france
now… i write this today, sept 21st 2020
it has been 33.5 days without electricity
surprisingly…
the majority of that, has also been without fear or panic attacks!!
i did have one crying melt down one morning… i was desperately craving peanut butter, as it is extremely beneficial for my brain health… and i only had chunky
granted it is only mildly chunky compared to what you find state side
but….
Again… this may not seem like a huge deal
but my molars are fucked
since my paperwork isnt in order, thanks to 3 social workers, i haven’t been able to have them repaired
meaning things get wedged in between my teeth and it really hurts
remember… i am a stroke survivor
due to the vagus nerve running past the mouth and to the brain
any oral infection is a real risk to my brain
So yeah… In theory…
not a HUGE deal emotionally
but it then reminds me of all the empty promises of my ex…
how we/he would fix my teeth
the trauma associated with the dentists here as well as back in the states
and this keeps me looped into the trauma and gaslighting from my ex
as well as the bullshit from dentists
one dentist/specialist literally said “but just think, if you get fake teeth you cant enjoy a stake”… bitch!
how the fuck do you think im enjoying a stake NOW (back then as well as today) with fucked up teeth?!!!!
after meeting with the 3 fairy godmother ladies
having to keep my calm
having to smile, be social, be fully competent in french and explain much of my trauma and health issues
plus listening to them reading the emails my friend had forwarded from the lawyer about the old divorce paperwork and the house paperwork
by the end
i was over stimulated
exhausted
trying not to throw up
suffering high anxiety
having to lie to them that i didnt have the paperwork they wanted to look at RIGHT NOW
because if i showed them… they would stay longer and had already been there for hours
plus the heat and full sunlight
my brain was melting
i was literally becoming dyslexic in an audio way
which yes… that is a real thing
it is something i never suffered before my stroke
i needed to rest, recover, rejuivenate
the next day was completely “wasted” by sleeping and trying to avoid going into a panic attack
I am and will always be highly social
but being so, in French, drains so much energy from me and takes a long time to recover from
being forced into hermit mode for YEARS and then add in covid forced isolation
it is extremely difficult to be in social situations and drains me even more
BUT!!!
i am EXTREMELY proud that i have lived so many days without fear and that i have been able to get through situations that would have normally sent me into a panic attack due to my C-PTSD
to give an example
i spent the last few months of 2018 in my typical depression and high anxiety panic attacks
the winter months are especially hard due to so much past trauma
which typically lasts from mid october to late january, early february
but not with 2018/2019
no… with 2019 i spent the first 6 months in daily panic attacks that would happen multiple times a day
there had been so much stress
so many things piling up
so many emotions
trauma continuing to be dished out by my ex
not to forget that in february my middle son was hit by a drunk driver while riding his 50cc to my house
literally.. had he been the typical skinny french teen, the ones built more like elves… he would have died
thankfully he is built more like an american football player/ human (in regaurds to D&D stats) with big broad shoulders, a barrel chest and a decent ratio of fat and muscles
to give an idea…
due to my hight and dimentions…
im built more like a tall dwarf (dammit i am not growing a beard!)
or a dwarf human half breed
so the fact that i have gone 33.5 days with only a few points of high anxiety and no panic attacks
thats a gods damned miracle!
i did recieve a letter last friday
stating that i could get help of some kind for the electricity bill
something that I should have been getting help with all along since due to my health, i literally cannot work in france
an anglophone country yes.. but not here
unfortunately it asks questions that are not simple “yes or no” in nature and a few have backstory that needs to be taken into account and corrected
again… i love my last 3 social workers…. she said laced with intense sarcasm
i have had 4.5 social workers since leaving my ex
1 was young and fanFUCKINGtastic but sadly i had to move way from her
the 3 bitches of eastwick (will not sully the reputation of witches on them 3)
plus the temporary social worker counts as the .5
sadly he is on vacation for another week
and i am forced to once again work with my last social worker
last week my real social worker came back to work… no news from her
but i did let him know that if she acts up with the same bullshit as before
i am so motherfucking snitching on her
because i DO NOT WANT to work with her but she gets 1 chance
now…
1 of the 3 fairy godmother ladies has offered to make an appointment with the social worker so that she can be there with me to offer support and make sure the cunt does her damn job
i have literally had so many people ask me “so what do you want me to do about it”… uh.. your damn job?
the woman literally has 20yrs of experience as a social worker, in paris but wants me to do her job
i am from a different country, i have health issues, i am struggling to heal from a nasty marriage, a stroke, autoimmune issues and the trauma of being abandoned in this country…
how can ANYONE expect me to do the work for them?
seriously!
on the plus side
this fairy godmother lady works for the government and has been divorced
so she is badass and knows her shit
she also knows the good people
she has put me in contact with her doctor, who is in the community and speaks english
YAY!!!!
so after i finish this…
i have to write to the doctor and explain…
why i am writing
my health history as much as i remember
what tests i feel are needed
and a rough psychological over view of what i have been going through
cause its not exactly like i have been able to go see a shrink
the only one i know that speaks english isnt exactly in walking distance and i cant afford her
there is no way a french only speaking therapist can help me, as it has already been proven due communication issues,
such as with the one neurologist trying to play therapist and trying to diagnose me with borderline personality disorder
which i know i dont have because i know and have volunteered with many people who suffer with this disorder
what i had at the time was bipolar, 3 types of depression (hereditary, seasonal and situational), c-ptsd, gaslighting and codependency on my then husband due to the gaslighting and psychological and emotional abuse
so yay
so much writing to do but i am feeling capable and articulate
though i’ll probably do absolutely nothing tomorrow due to the need to rest and recover from trying to explain 28 years of health issues and 20 years of association with an abusive narcasist
fun
but i’m getting there
slowly but doing it
and i demand karmic justice
especially since the ass is trying to scam me out of half the value of the house down to 1/4th
while the divorce may be “finalized”
i do not know if what he is doing is legal
i dont even know if the divorce was legal!
as i was forced to sign under duress…
a year after the stroke
no real follow up therapy to figure out what had changed with my body and brain
Put on a medication that damages my heart and gave me menopause like symptoms
still living with him and his abuse
an abusive and crap lawyer
being unable to read the document
in a panic attack and unable to understand what was going on
in primal fear that i would be tied to him longer
but because he looks the part…
calm, cool, collected, an upstanding french citizen, a PhD in cell biology with a good job at the local hospital and it was him asking the divorce…
of course it was him asking….
i was codependant on him for everything, including him picking my lawyer!!
a shit lawyer who had the metaphorical balls to cut me off while i was trying to explain that im handicapped (her cutting in there saying “well thats too bad”) as i was trying to explain that yes i have health issues but also the fact that i was dependant on him for everything, the language issues, the inability to work here due to all of that and being from a different country so not fulling knowing or understanding my rights or who to contact or how to get the help i need
but ya know…. “well thats too bad”
with the exception of 3 close friends and the people from the last few months…
EVERYONE i have interacted with in france has been fair weather friends, users/scams, horrible to me and the majority causing trauma
with everyone in positions of power telling me to take my private/confidential, details to friends or neighbors to help translate and or fill in
how the fuck is ANYTHING i have been through even been legal!
but im still here
i refuse to give up
i have hit rock bottom
been through hell and back so many times that i qualify to give the guided tours
have had the entire country try to erase my existance
dont even get me started on the fake friends and users
or the folks “but you need a man in your life to do that”
yeah… what man? with very few exceptions, the guys i meet are pepe le pew leg humping muppets
as in rapists in training, physically violent and or drunks
oh! dont forget the stalkers!
they have been SO much fun
literally thought one guy was going to murder me and plant me in his garden
you think im joking
and everyone assumes i am faking, lying or over exagerating…
2 examples
first example
because i look healthy
because i sound intelligent when speaking french and can seemingly follow along
obviously the french language must not be nearly as complicated for me as i express
add in the typical crap all people suffer when dealing with an invisible illness
but multiplied as mental health care is not a huge deal in france and folks try to avoid anyone handicapped
but since i dont LOOK handicapped…
second example
my ex calls me a hypocondriac
which is slandar!
i have proven health issues and real reason to fear for my health
be it diagnosed or still in the process
it
is
real
if i were a valid hypocondriac
i would have continued seeing doctors over the past 6 years
but i havent
i have avoided them… well… like the plague
hell…
my damn copper birth control thing expired in 2017
still have it in me
since leaving my ex, i havent seen anyone for my brain
i have no idea if some of what i went through over the past few years were reocurring strokes
i know i should be tested for hormone imbalance, i tried but holy fucknuggets that went badly and never got tested
plus so much more
i have been so badly treated… just in the states… by nurses, doctors, specialists and dentists
that going to them is like visiting your rapist, having to control C-PTSD, expose yourself to them, thank them and pay for the damn experience… and i have found it all way worse in france
but im still here
even after going through emotional flatlining
even after being forced into hermit mode
even after my cars all died and i had to walk 7km, both ways, to get groceries and hauling back a minimum of 40kg in various bags
going up hill, down dale, avoiding cars on country roads, through the forest, over tractor paths, sometimes at night because it could take up to a total of 7hrs to do all of this, which included the needed breaks.. or having to repair the damn tire on the wheeled shopping bag
but im still here
after all the emotional trauma and so many years, in or after the marriage, of being suicidal
even after being forced to live in what i call groundhog day purgatory
i am still motherfucking here
and literally
all of the above
is just the tip of the iceberg
but the thing is
with my situation
its like looking to figure out which iceberg is mine and using the mars rover, looking back towards earth, to find my specific iceberg!!
but im still here
because i am truly badass and not fucking giving in
if i am forced to take the money for the house
no matter how fucking small
ok i will
but if i am ONCE AGAIN forced to be raped, in one fashion or another
my next step is taking it to the mayor of poitiers
she is new, she is young and i know she sure as shit will not let this kind of bullshit happen
why?
because if this is happening to me…
in a time of human rights, of womens rights, of victimes rights…
then i am doing it for me, for my boys, for all of those who have tried to help me and for every damn person who is going through something even remotely similar
you know what i learned about the guy who tried a hit and run on my son?
that he had previous situations of abuse and violence, often associated with drinking
but OBVIOULY it wasnt the fault of being a drunk
no it was anger issues and that is what is typical in france
not an alcohol problem.. says he only had one glass of whiskey… how motherfucking big a galss?
because i know how typical country fucks drink
but an anger issue problem
since he is violent often
abusive often
since he said he never saw my son on the scooter and knocked off the side mirror of another car involved
saying he thought maybe he hit an animal vs my son
how the fuck do i know that he didnt do it on purpose?
not specificaly targeting MY son but specifically targeting the scooter/rider
because honestly
drunk with anger issues… it is a legitimate possiblity
so yeah
thats the update
including some normal pictures as i havent been in the mood to take erotic photographs
no fun to try and feel lady like when taking cold showers
Ooo oh yeah..
for those following…
yes, the machine for the hot water and heat was changed in february (had died in december)
but the “new” unit was used, not fully empty, exterior got slightly beat up during installation
a NUMBER of parts had to be replaced
majority were quick and easy to find
but that last damn part, the one that is a specific seal that does this magical thing…
the one that avoids letting water leak onto the electric box for the machine…
took untill late august to arrive
so an entire fucking year (ok 9+ months) with only 1 hot shower a week for risk of damaging the machine
then no electricity to install and check the piece
so…
yeah
its been so fucking fun living in this hell hole
a small example of why i am demanding karmic justice from the universe
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