posted on Apr, 12 2010 @ 01:51 AM
The closest I got to a diary was the section I wrote about regarding Robin Williams and telling people to look into my mouth. (I also have an audio
recording which I keep and find interesting, if not humorous based on my statements that I am making at the time). My best friend thinks that because
I have a mind that wants to figure things out probably helped pull me out of this situation. I kept questioning things and trying to meld together all
the experiences....eventually the mold in my body dissipated and the effects upon me lessened so that I was able to think more clearly and then test
my hypotheses as to what was "real" and what had happened.
I have never had any psychological issues in the past, no schizophrenia, bipolar, nothing. After this happened, I had paranoia, was thinking about
things that made NO SENSE whatsoever.... Crap, I thought people were watching me through tv.....and I remember stepping outside and seeing something
run quickly over my feet as if a lizard had run quickly over them, except I am in a geographic region that does not have lizards.
I did lose a couple of friends over this...which leads me to believe they weren't really friends. They were people that were trying to help me get
out of the hospital (one is an attorney) and the day the attorney's spouse came to the hospital to meet with my husband, I happened to have a really
bad episode in front of her (I recall almost all the details...it involved me trying to get to the elevator again).
I also lost touch with a half brother and his family whom I had recently met for the first time. He and my father (whom I had just reconnected with)
jetted out of my personal life after this. Five years later and they still won't answer my phone calls or letters.
The other "fall out" was that the hospital put into my sister and mother's mind that my husband was "poisoning" me by giving me the medication my
doctor ordered to bring my thyroid down. Proprananol is commonly used for lowering thyroid levels and this is what my husband was giving and what was
bringing me back to reality. The meds the doctors at the hospital gave me worsened the condition, and I was told later by other physicians that
basically the hospital almost killed me (I declined suing the hospital after meeting with an attorney who said that it would be a difficult case and
that the hospital would argue that they were only giving me a "vacation" so to speak by holding me so long...and that my "symptoms" warranted it).
The fall out from my sister was that she still doesn't trust my husband (who literally has nothing to gain by killing me such as money or
"freedom") and she has actively acted aggressively towards him even in light of scientific proof of what happened. I told her last summer that if
she truly thought he had tried to kill me, then I blamed her for not reporting him to the police! I mean, either you do or don't believe something,
and if you have rational support for something, then you should act upon it when it's in someone's best interest. Holding on to this illogical
conclusion without truly doing anything about it is worse....it just goes to show that she either doesn't really believe it and it just using it as
'reason,' or she doesn't care about me enough to really stop a "killer!"
My mother finally came around a bit when I explained to her again what happened in detail. I believe my mother was in denial for a long time since the
mold was in a house I was renting from her husband (not my father) and that she just couldn't process that she, through him, nearly killed me.
Sometimes the whole episode makes me cry when I think back on it..as there a bit more that I haven't revealed for privacy's sake...and it was
completely scary in some bits. However, it opened my eyes to a whole different reality and I experienced something that made me ask questions. I
don't know if I have the answers, but I'm glad that I'm looking at things from a different perspective now...
[edit on 12-4-2010 by goobgirl]