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lynnehelen
Guest
I am back in PA facing people and circumstances from 25 years ago, and my mother and father, who were part of them. I am held safe, for now, in the arms of the Lord, but I believe my life is threatened.
I was at the state hospital here. I became closely knit with many people in the “nut circle” as one friend from those days called it. I was from out of town. This is PA Dutch/Amish country.
I was sexually and brain damaged from an overdose and made many very serious mistakes with men, this is hard to say, and some of these men are dangerous. (My breakdown was because of a break-up with a boyfriend.)
I feel I was sorely used by the people and the system.
I realize my husband was as confused as I was by the situation, but I hope and believe that he wanted and wants to protect and rescue me. He was from out of town too.
I was so ill and took such poor care of my son, and my mother and father interfered; he stays with them now. I can’t cook. He frequently starved. My mother has a way with cooking. He is fed. This makes me happy.
I am stuck in an apartment in a dangerous part of town until October, tried to break the lease but the landlord presented me with unreasonable terms.
I have a dispute with my new upstairs neighbors, who are white and middle class like me but have a situation and a protective grandad (younger than me) in the picture, who I have met, he was rude, and I am scared.
I would appreciate your prayers for my safety until October, my relationship with my son, and my pursuit of a plan to leave for the West, but first to clear my name, which is so very badly damaged.

I was at the state hospital here. I became closely knit with many people in the “nut circle” as one friend from those days called it. I was from out of town. This is PA Dutch/Amish country.
I was sexually and brain damaged from an overdose and made many very serious mistakes with men, this is hard to say, and some of these men are dangerous. (My breakdown was because of a break-up with a boyfriend.)
I feel I was sorely used by the people and the system.
I realize my husband was as confused as I was by the situation, but I hope and believe that he wanted and wants to protect and rescue me. He was from out of town too.
I was so ill and took such poor care of my son, and my mother and father interfered; he stays with them now. I can’t cook. He frequently starved. My mother has a way with cooking. He is fed. This makes me happy.
I am stuck in an apartment in a dangerous part of town until October, tried to break the lease but the landlord presented me with unreasonable terms.
I have a dispute with my new upstairs neighbors, who are white and middle class like me but have a situation and a protective grandad (younger than me) in the picture, who I have met, he was rude, and I am scared.
I would appreciate your prayers for my safety until October, my relationship with my son, and my pursuit of a plan to leave for the West, but first to clear my name, which is so very badly damaged.