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From: My final Farewell.

Posted by Naive, 02 January 2016 · 2,203 views


I came back home 4 days ago. It has been an agonizing 3 months spent in San Francisco not being able to find a job and being ostracized for my recently diagnosed paranoid schizophrenia and what I consider to be intense Aseperger's. I got hurt in San Francisco and decided I should go back home.

Back in Florida I was about to go to a job interview, called up my cousin who I asked to watch the dogs while I went to a job interview... He flipped out and thought I was trying to hurt the dogs (he believes everyone's things to be his) and rushed over.

A slam on the door. "OPEN THIS [bleep]ING DOOR!" I unlock the door, and it gets flung open. There he is, dressed all in green like a fat kid at the fair, green shades, you'd never guess this manchild was 30. I'm 25 and taller and much better shape for reference.

He grabs all three dogs in his hands and bolts for his car.

Naturally my id fires off full force and howls "BRING BACK MY PUPS!" I chase after him, the dogs whimpering and Bindi very likely pissing herself. Nikki poor dimentia/cancer ridden addled dog was scared shitless and biting my cousin, and Bubba was shaking badly.

I threw myself on his front door and lodged my hand inside his car, screaming for him to give back the dogs. I grabbed his shirt.

He unleashed all hell on my head.

First impact. I completely start seeing red, id is furious.

Second impact. I see stars.

Third impact. "[bleep]ING LET GO OF ME YOU PSYCHOPATH" "GIVE ME BACK MY BABIES"

Fourth impact. "CALL THE POLICE HE'S STEALING MY DOGS!"

Fifth impact. "DON'T LISTEN TO HIM HE'S A CRAZY SCHIZOPHRENIC PSYCHOPATH"

Sixth impact. A woman runs over and screams at the cousin to stop.

Seventh impact. "IT'S OK HE WAS TRYING TO KILL THESE DOGS I'M SAVING THEM THEY'RE MY DOGS"

Eighth impact. "HE'S A LIAR HE'S SSSSSSSSSSTEALING MY DOGS THEY'RE THEY'RE THEY... Parent's.... dogs....

Ninth impact. My glasses fall off.

Tenth impact. "Are you done yet [bleep]. Give them back."

By this time I manage to get his arms out of the car and pin them against the frame to get him to stop attacking. I'm completely in another world right now and really want to break his arms in so many places but my id is in pieces. Superego takes over and tells me not to, he is mistaken and will see sense after this is over. Martyr comes out. "Let him destroy you if it means he will realise the error of his ways"

I reach back in snatching for my dogs.

First punch to the jaw. GIVE. THEM. BACK.

Second impact to the jaw. GET THE [bleep] OFF OF ME YOU PSYCHOTIC [roosters]UCKING [bleep] PSYCHOPATHIC PEDOPHILE DOG[bleep]ING PIECE OF SHIT [bleep].

Third impact. Shove his shoulder, dragging his arm back into the car and leaving a nasty bruise. [bleep] him. I'm concussed badly. But I don't care he's stealing my babies.

He bites my upper arm through my nice blue polo.

I feel no pain. ONLY ANNOYANCE.

He starts backing out. Dragging me along. Me desperately telling the woman to call the police.

HE'S A PSYCHOPATHIC ATHEIST DON'T LISTEN TO HIM.

I start crying at the betrayal.

I lose my grip and he drives off.

I dial 911.

MY DOGS HAVE BEEN STOLEN

address?

THEY'VE BEEN STOLEN

sir we need your address.

2120 ALAMANDA DRIVE NORTH MIAMI FLORIDA 33181 MY NAME IS BRANDON KELLY THE THIEF IS ***************** AND LIVES AT ***********************.

what happened

HE HURT ME AND STOLE MY DOGS

do you need medical attention

(Should... SHOULD... we seek.... h-h-h-hh-elp, L-lllll--little l--amb?)

(HE HAS OUR FAMILY WOLF)

I NEED MY DOGS SAVED.

police are en route

fire rescue as well to check you out.

Long story short. Restraining order. Dogs are safe. I may be permanently brain damaged, I plan on going back to the ER tomorrow after I put in my job app. No insurance currently.

I will drop the charges after the trial.

He needs to learn that you can't brutalize someone and get off scott free.

YOU DO NOT [bleep] WITH US.

This was me explaining what had happened to me once I got back to Florida.

This is my life. I cannot trust anyone because I was physically assaulted by my cousin.

You are all bullies. Emotional psychological bullies.

And the mods are happy to give favors to anyone who PM's them lies.

This is why I am leaving. I cannot trust the leadership on this board.

I cannot trust anyone. Not even myself.

You all have been bullying a paranoid schizophrenic.

You are all disgusting human beings.

I hope to GOD no one ever suffers like I have here.

Goodbye.



Source: My final Farewell.




r u aliv

I hope it gets better for you <3

Brandon, don't share things like this on the internet. When you have a diagnosis like this you're fighting a constant battle against public perception. If your cousin does do anything stupid like press charges, don't give him fuel to reference online and twist against you. Don't be stupid and think that they can't make the connection between your online aliases and your real name.

 

And please don't go down the road of casting aspersions on your friends. That's not cool. It's what got your last topic removed and it WILL be what gets this removed if it continues, you know this.

 

E: wrong spelling of your name 2 many brandons/brendans 5 me

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