Sylvanna Devlin

Let me piece this together because there seems to be some confusion on the full picture.

The lying, the abuse, the gaslighting, and character assassination were to:

Hide thievery.

Most abuse used reactive abuse to make me seem the problem. I had already written the only book on the subject despite the severe PTSD from a relationship bathed in the abuse my ex spouse poured on me.

So they had to stop the book:

Game over.

My belongings were mined for worth, pictures taken to sell them in advance – even my beloved cat. Over my dead body will she be taken from me, and we’re all willing to arrange that. So it’s a matter of time before thieves become outright murderers.

If they succeed. My body is very fragile but held together by some massive muscles that are flexible and fast. And I’m willing to crack bone to defend Tabitha.

I’d rather not. But attacking me will briefly change my mind on that.

Never attack someone with a death-wish you [oh censored]

The lies and gaslighting were to hide activities. Blocking the book was a way to whip up [censored] and stigma was another method.

To hide thievery.

My writing was stolen, and an AI trained with my various writing voices. Thievery everyone kind of liked because they believed the lies and the stigma.

So even my work was taken so sod off with your “Trabajo”. What I can accomplish despite ever worsening PTSD isn’t enough to pay the bills. That which isn’t stolen as I type.

My identity was stolen and my history “borrowed”. Because it was sold to them like my now useless European passport. Maybe my birth certificate as well.

Lies, gaslighting, abuse, torture?

All very expensive ways to keep me from learning what’s really happening.

And a lot of you seemed to know.

And hid it from me.

Bugger off.

About time I figured it out? You’re now complaining your abuse and gaslighting was successful ? Would my death make you happier?

Because I said what you were doing was lethal and it came close last year. So you just waited till I started to improve to do it again. Relying on my pact with God to survive, so you can keep thieving, buying stolen goods, or ignoring the situation.

I should kill myself rather than be on the same planet as you.

And boy are you testing limits.

Any day now apparently you’ll again begin selling the rights to use equipment to torture me.

Experiments on a live subject.

Again.

Yeah just kill me outright you abusive arseholes.

Reality is. You’re either ignorant stigma filled [censored], thieves, or are letting it happen with a shroud of self imposed ignorance- or successful gaslighting on their part.

Law enforcement aside. Because I trust there are reasons you haven’t been stopped by them.

I am sent earbuds to listen to a thunderstorm to avoid your abuse and you try to up the anti – loudly so – with crap outside. Because why?

You’re really hoping I’ll kill myself? This wasn’t out yet when I wrote if you ruin my last coping method? I’m out. You do that? It’s clear you’re all murderers.

But I’ll be in heaven quite literally.

Which is better than sharing a planet with thieves as abusive as you.

Yeah.. You’re mucking with them right now you murderous arseholes. Apparently even a real potential corpse isn’t enough to stop your abuse.

I should have stayed dead..

What do you hope? I’ll believe they’re hallucinations you [wow censored!]? I’m sinking fast which is what you want.

And no one is listening that you’re killing me.

My own sister doesn’t understand how easy it is for you to screw me over.

All I had to hear was already paired earbuds announce, “pairing”. To be certain it’s not just my PTSD or white noise. They can be paired with more than one device because Bluetooth isn’t secure.

And no one is listening to me.

I want to die.

So the rest of you can bugger off. All I wanted was to return to my sweet nature. Which doesn’t mean I’m a permanent “mark” and any rebuke is “abuse” you [good grief! Censored]

And an AI that just counts the number of time I swear to label it as potentially abusive is potentially stupid or compromised.

I can’t really return to who I want to be anyway You keep prodding with your crap till I seem like the problem to the few bystanders not in the know.

To hide thievery.

Ahhh finally an honest statement. I know too much or some crap? And they indeed do want a corpse. I’m counting the hours till they get their wish.

To hide thievery