Sylvanna Devlin

All forms of abuse crosses boundaries. They’re key to psychological wellbeing. It also revels a level of disrespect it can at minimum generate constant anxiety and at the worst, entirely suppress personality.

Boundaries define our interaction with the world. And thus differs in different cultures. Most are familiar with the different train rides in Tokyo vs The Bay Area (California, USA)

The idea of personal space is easy to recognize in the physical world but also a good way to describe our need for mental privacy and room to exist.

Ignoring boundaries is not only aggravating but sometimes dangerous. And some even abuse the very word “Boundary” to inflict abuse and deny response.

Ignoring them can be as dangerous as ignoring a locked door, or more subtle. It can affect you emotionally, and affect your ability to communicate what’s happening, as well as other forms of cognitive abuse.

As a note, trying to force communication is the same so psychologists need to know when to back off, and others need to respect hiding in the bathroom to cry.

Usually you would learn them as subconscious “rules” on what to say, how to act, even how to perceive the world.

But they can be learned in adulthood if one didn’t grow up with them.

And be fair, those not taught them, had them heavily abused and crossed, or by reputation those who struggle with social cues but learned of them?

Can be pretty defensive of theirs. Fairly so.

Have some respect.

I am that smart

I am that talented

I am that skilled

And I am indeed in need of losing weight

Which I am doing

If I’m that pretty or not really depends on taste

And I am being forced to change careers.

My writing, as you know, my entire 32 years of iterations as I mastered and used the craft, has been stolen, used to train AI and now everyone in the English writing world is able and seems to use that AI, some having also read some of that work.

My contribution to the English written word, thus spoken English, and perhaps even language directed thought is frankly larger than any writer before me including Shakespeare.

In fairness none had 32 years of life’s work stolen and like them I would have preferred my early work to remain private.

But I had more time than some.

So there’s that.

Whether I’m the “greatest writer to have lived” is so subjective I don’t want to comment.

But my addition to the English speaking world is vastly larger than many combined.

This was not my choice, so you can afford to at least offer credit to my name as I shall see not a penny from any of it. You are all using stolen work. Have some manners.

I know it’s annoying to feel “shown un” by someone you looked down on and mocked – albeit based on nasty rumors and lies.

However it’s not my doing. So leave me be.

Please keep in mind the vast number of people pretending to be me. If you think you met me, you might not have.

And I have never or would never hurt anyone of any age, cross their boundaries, and am even trying to curtail swearing at the deserving.

But there is a rumor going out there that could lead in a nasty end. I can’t stop it being spread. Please stop it from entering your heart.

Word has reached me one of the thieves has been chatting nonstop. That’s a problem for all of us. Because I sometimes talked to my cat, and swatted back abuse a grand number of 3 times.

If you are having difficulty understanding the word “boundaries” I wrote about them on this blog. But it was hacked out of existence- as I just learned. I will… Oop found it, fixed it up a bit.

You are likely not talking to me if you’re confused about my understanding.

And

Again

Have some manners.

It won’t just help me sleep through the night.

It will help me process and cope with a theft of the soul

At least Tabitha is just grumpy but otherwise well.

This is a repeated attempt on my life.

I can’t write an outline without being interfered with.

I have dance and they already fucked over my music

So I have dancing to their bullshit.

They’ll find a way to ruin that.

Because they want a dead body.

Mine.

All that I listed last post comes into context now doesn’t it?

Now. If that’s settled.

Good

You take your space

I need mine.

After everything I didn’t live through…. So less than a year now. Compounding my PTSD.

What happened to my neighborhood wasn’t done by the same individual who trashed my reputation; credit score; prevented me from passing a background check for an apartment – or should my disabilities abate, work; prevented me from educational volunteering; stole my stuff and gaslighted me and the police with some and sold others; made my immediate neighbors paranoid of me – and for that matter myself paranoid of them; set the troll-bot on me over again etc so forth, and scuppered my fiction career by posting my work as selling it wasn’t working out.

That just turned out to be in the favor of more dangerous individuals.

Sounds excessive doesn’t it?

Makes you wonder why.

She’s even threatened to steal my cat. Not just any fur-ball. But a documented therapy animal. Because she’s that awesome.

I thought it was because nothing killed me. So she just kept testing limits like all abusers.

But I think she might have seen jail before and was willing to kill to prevent going back.

I little bird told me about prison.

So yes, she shat on me, abused me, said “oops wrong person” then continued to shit on and abuse the whole building because her reputation is at stake.

Oh the irony.

So I’m not commenting on it.

But Tweeter is putting words out saying they’re from what she “overheard”.

Nope. Nothing to say really.

All this torture and torment is to drive you into a froth. Drive you insane so you kill each other, me, it doesn’t matter really as long as it’s divide and conquer worthy.

She’d like to keep me corralled by fear of you – suspecting I’ll survive if SE Portland falls to riots.

But that’s the purpose of the abuse. I don’t give give a rats ass about why. Just what she’s doing.

If you feel like taking care of a task and booting anyone out of the way it’s understandable but you all feel like that. She wants a riot not a militia.

Stay calm, breathe deeply, and write about this. All those anger coping skills you thought you’d recommend to me, take heed. I’ve been here. I understand the fury.

But I’m too sodding tired of arguments and would rather take a nap.

Reactive abuse will drive the unpracticed into oblivion or rage. If you can’t find ways to self soothe and for Fred’s sake stop needling each other and taking a mutual mood out. This will end in sobs

Please trust, having ascended to grandiosity when furious enough, letting it out doesn’t make you feel any better.

Just do something on your own to tire out your cortisol and take a nap.

My reputation was of a lovey-dovey type – perpetually writing, charismatic and overall good natured.

I don’t drink, smoke, do drugs, I would emotionally eat if I didn’t keep curbing it, I would write too much if my PTSD hadn’t scuppered that coping mechanism too. Music is hacked into.

Exercise is a challenge right now.

I have Prayer and Meditation.

And she’s looking for ways to interrupt and gaslight away my relationship to God.

Commenting on and criticizing every element- just as she does with the rest of my life.

Just as the women here do – at least those using reactive abuse to curb and control me even though all I’d like to do is write. Thank you.

They were willing to accept “stigma” as a story rather than admit they were trying to take matters into their own hands.

It’s not that a terrorist wants me dead and they want to help so she stops. Tempting as that is to believe because the terrorist wants me corralled and controlled and if I die it’s as an anonymous body so she can entirely take over.

Nope. For some reason I have been mistaken for a woman with a lot of money who is bizarrely hiding out here while torturing everyone including myself and my very real response to the abuse is “an act”.

Okay ladies. As annoyed as I am by how foolish that sounds. Some people really are that good at lying.

Someone conned you into any belief – even viscous atrocities – rumors that have possibly prevented me from ever working again.

You have been that awful.

And felt justified doing so.

You promised to thieve “just to see if I kill myself

Do you understand how terrible that is?

You hurt my cat, so she must come everywhere with me.

You have your dogs crap outside my window.

You dump excrement into the garbage.

You lie, you cheat, you steal.

And you think I should know why.

It doesn’t matter I’m too hacked for google to work.

You really do think I should know why you are all being so evil and “hey sure, whatever, stigma” was almost humoring me.

I don’t know all the terrorist has done. But as she’s practiced on me, I have learned how the computer tricks work.

But I wouldn’t be much of one if I was using them and told you how.

This is not the movies.

And I may be larger than life – when up and about. But I am real and really am inclined to be a sweetheart even after all that has happened to me.

You’ve been conned by her. And don’t want to admit it. So are doubling down I must deserve it in some way.

But if you don’t let go of blaming me to learn (or wait to learn) who she really is. I’ll end up dead and she will get away with being a terrorist.

Reality is. You don’t want to admit to being duped. No one does.

It makes us feel stupid.

But it doesn’t mean you are.

It means she’s that talented and that skilled at lying.

Is why truth serum’s aren’t used.

My reply has to do with whatever I’m dreaming about.

Neither one is particularly accurate, as Truth serums did exist – they put people into a weird dream state and got weird answers.

That’s sleep for you.

As a by the way. I’ve managed to stop muttering for the most part but keep getting complaints I won’t stop talking.

I did think you were exaggerating.

Now I think you’re hearing a synthesized voice on an AI.

As a reminder, I won’t go to a hospital because my stalker would follow me with audio harassment of the whole building.

Word got back to me my stalker started up in my absence.

Let me remind you, my stalker is a terrorist.

An actual, problematic terrorist who wants to use my previously squeaky clean reputation to hide behind and an AI based on my writing to hide her.

For me it’s personal. My reputation should still be squeaky clean. I am even trying to cut back on swearing.

But a terrorist wants my identity.

As Melissa J Devlin AKA Sylvanna

She needs me dead for it to work.

A terrorist.

She’s going to do awful things.

She’s a terrorist.

My face is drooping

The terrorists have claimed “behavior modification” is behind the torture and attempts to make the mind pliable are behind the constant low music you can feel if not hear.

Our brains are not happy. Our moods unsettled without knowing why. And sometimes the “music” is just undulating white noise so it gets a pass as background chatter of a city.

Then there’s the pressure we all feel – sub audio. We can not pick it up with our ears but it fills our skulls and makes us impatient with any regular noise.

But the worst you need to be conditioned and broken into.

They need to have bombarded you with voices and suggestions so long you can’t separate your thoughts. You think what you’re going to – but they pick the subject.

It’s not the same as subliminal messaging- which the jury is out on. It’s directed thoughts.

They’ve gotten clever, switching to syllable soup occasionally- you’re certain what they’re saying is just your brain’s interpretation of messy sound.

But they do this and claim your thoughts and work actually belong to them.

The one used on me has an AI programmed with my language in writing. It’s very clever.

They appear to dictate my words. And then claim they own them. Even if it’s merely matched.

They argue you no longer have an original thought in your head. Because you become accustomed to voices making suggestions of what to think.

Look, aside from abstract thought, even image based thinking can be manipulated. It’s not mind control. It’s manipulation.

The creator wants to control your behavior like a chess piece.

But I keep having reactions they don’t expect. So they pursue and wriggle around reality producing sub-audios voices I’m supposed to believe are mine. Or are so chatty I don’t have space to think.

That’s the real goal. To direct your thinking and make you believe it’s actually a talkative subconscious.

Be careful of the voices in your head. They may be real.