A DAY AT THE BREACH.

I am posting this section of events Earlier than the actual timeline of occurrence due to online threats & the fact that my iPad has been hacked! 

*PROOF AVAILABLE IF THE POLICE FEEL LIKE INVESTIGATING ANYTHING!*

I want it posted now in case something happens to me to prevent publication of the facts. These bastards need prosecuting before they do it to someone else they decide they don’t like.

My sister has also been given information & evidence is both with her & 2 friends in Sussex….She knows what to do….just in case! 🧨

After this, I will resume posts in accordance with the natural timeline they followed.

A person working for one of the emergency services *Aided & Abetted* police officers & an ambulance crew to fabricate official reports on the 1st March 2019 to cover up the fact that I was drugged on 28th February 2019.

*OFFICIAL PROOF READILY AVAILABLE TO SUBSTANTIATE THIS FACT… INCLUDING FROM NAVAL SECURITY PORTSMOUTH!*

THEY were trying to hide the fact that I had been taken to a closed basement hospital ward in Cornwall (NAME OF PLACE OMITTED FOR LEGAL PURPOSES) & filmed in my underwear being abused for 8.5 hours. Melissa was filming the proceedings & 4 police men were watching. It has all been uploaded to the internet. *Again…Proof Available.*

One was sitting on a black faux leather 2 seater sofa outside the room I was locked in terrified out of my mind & he was laughing & joking with another man. 

This continued until 6.30am on the 1st March 2019 when the nurse who had given them permission to use that part of the hospital told them she had changed her mind, saying  “Get her dressed & take her somewhere else, I regret agreeing to do this, my children come first, I don’t want to lose my job, get her out of here now”.

*I ACTUALLY GAVE THE POLICE A STATEMENT IN APRIL 2019 CONFIRMING THESE FACTS… & asked them to take a hair & blood sample to test for the drugs used…..nothing done about it!*

That’s when the PCSO police man opened the door, told me to get dressed then physically assaulted me leaving instant black finger marks on both my arms where he squeezed me so hard as I was begging him for help & to stop hurting me.

At one stage during that 8.5 hour ordeal I set the red alarm button off 5 or 6 times when they first took me there from RNAS Culdrose property at approximately 10pm. I asked to use the bathroom as the 3 drinks of water that the ambulance crew made me drink were making me go to the toilet so I asked to use the bathroom…that’s where I kept setting off the alarm trying to get someone to help me as I knew I had been drugged. 

I can substantiate these claims as well…**Hospital Security Records Will Prove Alarm Being Set Off In Bathroom Of That Closed Basement Hospital Ward  on night of 28th February 2019.!**

A huge tattooed guy & a woman called Nancy (name changed for legal purposes) kept threatening to inject me with drugs if I didn’t stop doing it & at one stage tried to drag me from the bathroom. They left me in there for about 20 minutes, petrified & drugged, before dragging me to a corner room & locking me in. That’s when I really started to feel the effects of the drugs & it went on for over 8 hours. Hair Samples Taken Last Year Will Prove This.

When that nurse (I can identify her by sight & name, but have omitted it for legal purposes) told them to get me dressed & take me somewhere else, I was very roughly taken out of the same door they dragged me into the hospital through & up some steps to a waiting police van. 

4 male officers bundled me into the back of it as I struggled screaming for help. I can identify all 4 of them & the female ambulance driver (name omitted for legal purposes) is a personal friend of Melissa Janson. 

(The ambulance driver’s parents live in B————. She used to use the ambulance for ‘personal use’ sometimes & had it parked outside their house one Sunday for the whole day so I took photographs whilst walking my dogs round the block. The number plate & identification info will obviously match *Black Box Data* as to which vehicle was used on 28th February to take me to the hospital with my dogs! & also the fabricated report submitted on the 1st March! )

I had no idea where the police Van was taking me & was still slightly under the effects of whatever it was they gave me in the drinks in the ambulance. 

My 2 rescue chihuahuas were also in that ambulance & this Fact is clearly stated in the ambulance report falsely submitted for the night of the 1st March 2019 which I will post a picture of later. & they too drank the drugged water, which made them urinate uncontrollably in the ambulance whilst sitting on my knees.

The male PCSO wrenched them from my arms screaming their heads off in fear when the ambulance got to Cornwall (name omitted for legal purposes) Hospital, saying, as he took them to the police car, “These dogs are stolen & will be destroyed”. 

You can’t imagine how terrified both they & I were & I was powerless to help them or, indeed, myself due to the drugs.

I tried to gauge where the police van was driving to & knew we were on the A30 towards Bodmin. The 2 officers from H——-(name omitted for legal purposes) were seated facing me & the blonde one kept laughing & nudging the other dark haired officer who seemed reluctant to do anything apart from stare out of the window beside him. He never made eye contact with me. The other one did though, each time I turned to look at them. 

PCSO  male sat in the passenger seat & another large built dark haired officer was driving. Both of those police men were present at a callout to my home in B———— in February 2019 due to harassment from Melissa & Lyle from the house next door to mine where her aunt & uncle have lived since 2004…..**Electoral role records Prove this fact! **

The police Van took the turn off for Wadeford (altered for legal purposes) & Bodmin & I began to wonder if I would be left for dead at the side of the road… I heard “THE SCOTSMAN” talking to an officer in the front of the van saying they were going to “Dump” me. 

Dawn was breaking & that gave me an indication of the timeline, which at that time of year would have made it about 6.50am so I knew roughly where on the road we were at that point. 

The van continued into Bodmin & then turned off at the Chy Trevail roundabout towards the offices of Cornwall Housing, which they drove past. This totally confused me as I had no idea what was behind their building, which is where the van continued on towards, finally stopping outside some double doors in a small car park that had building works going on at the entrance to it. I had no idea where I was & was very scared.

I was dragged from the van & through the double doors, along a corridor & then shoved into a room & the door was slammed shut & locked behind me.

The room had a glass panelled wall with an office on the other side of it, with one person sitting at a desk in front of a computer, a woman with long mid brown hair tied back in a pony tail. She briefly looked up, raised an eyebrow, flicked a switch on the wall, then looked back at the computer screen, typing. 

Then I heard “THE SCOTSMANS” voice & my name, then Melissas’ voice & then Lyle laughing loudly. Just as I had done the day before, 28th February, when I was drugged at RNAS Culdrose viewing area.

I then knew I was in for some more of the same treatment I had endured in the basement of Cornwall hospital grounds & desperately tried to stay calm. 

The drugs had worn off & I was absolutely exhausted having only had 3 hours sleep in my car at teatime on 28th February since getting up at 8am on the previous morning, 27th February. 

*Typical military sleep deprivation torture methods! Both Melissa & Lyle have friends & family from the ‘services’. One of whom was my neighbour in B———- Mick Nolan, Ex army, Melissa’s’ friend & the next door neighbour of her aunt & uncle!*

The woman on the other side of the glass got up & asked me if I wanted a drink…. I was too scared to take one even though my mouth was dry as a bone, just like it had been in the ambulance when the paramedic persuaded me to have 3 drinks.

The woman kept asking me if I wanted a drink & after about 30 minutes I had to accept as my mouth was so dry my tongue was sticking to the roof of it. 

She passed a half filled plastic cup through a hatch which I finished in one go. I took a note of what was in the room she was in…3 computers on a long desk, a small light coloured coffee table that was in front of a 2 seater light green sofa , a cubed book case which was next to a filing cabinet, there was no clock & there were blinds at the window through which I could see parked cars & a dark blue exterior wall. Nothing that gave away where I was though. 

About ten minutes later 4 or 5 people walked into that room & a large built man told a tall thin woman with ginger wavy hair to do something, she then nodded & said yes ok. then left the room. Nobody looked at me. They then left that room. 

A few seconds later the door flew open, 5 people ran towards me  & pushed me face down on the floor & knelt on my body. I was absolutely terrified. Then I recognised one of the people. He was pulling on my right arm & trying to kneel on it…it was Lyle Trouts’ (name changed for legal purposes) little brother & he was wearing a dark blue bubble jacket & a navy blue woolly hat & looked worried. A bit like a fish out of water.

Then a young girl with long black hair wearing a dark blue hospital uniform knelt on my left elbow joint as she twisted it which made me cry out in pain. I heard someone walking close behind me & managed to twist my head around to see Melissa standing there filming again with her tablet before my head was pulled back round & squashed into the floor. Melissa then said “*Get her jewellery I want it*”  I was wearing £3000 worth of gold jewellery consisting of a necklace & bracelet that had been bought for me as a gift over 20years previously that I never took off. Then I went into total panic as I saw the large built man, who had a Yorkshire accent, bring a microchip needle with white handles on the side of it down past the left side of my head & stick it into the clasp of my bracelet as the young dark haired nurse let go of my elbow to take it off me & then passed it over my head to Melissa. 

I struggled against all the people kneeling on me & Lyle’s little brother pulled tightly on my right arm trying to get it straight out in front of me, but I managed to pull it back & bit his right hand Very Hard making it bleed instantly. He shouted out & then someone else helped him to pull my right arm back out in front of me as my necklace slid off my neck. 

Then the large built man said “Hold her down” & stuck the needle into the back of my neck on the right side just below my skull, then into my spine towards the base, then the back of my right knee & finally in my left thigh just below my hip. Melissa was still filming & laughing as they all let go of me & ran out of the room leaving the door ajar. 

I was paralysed with fear for a moment & then slowly struggled to get up wracked with pain. I have severe osteoarthritis from the top of my neck, through my entire spine & in most of  my joints right down to my toes on both feet. My back was broken by my first husband when I was 22 & that is where they injected me. Also, my right knee is severely affected; I’ve had 3 operations on it since 1996, the last one being in 2006 when they told me if it ‘went again’ I would have to have it replaced. Now it is about 3 times the size of a normal healthy knee due to arthritis.

I stood, stunned for a few minutes, trying to make sense of what had just happened, too afraid to walk out of the open door. 

Eventually I did, hoping to find some way out. There was none. I had been locked in a corridor with double doors at either end. One set led to the small car park I had been brought in through & the other looked like it led onto some kind of wing. Then the large built Yorkshire man appeared in front of them with a young man who was holding up a lighter & a small gas canister & laughed as he said “I’m going to blow you up”, then the man laughed & led him away saying “Come on son”. 

I panicked & hobbled to the other end by the car park, trying desperately to force the doors open. Then the window that looked out onto a small clearing. Everything was double bolted & covered with thick plastic preventing breakage. I tried calling out to workmen I could see at the far end of the car park who looked like they had just arrived so I knew it was around 8am or just after. I still had no idea where I was & my confusion was compounded when I saw an old lady walk from the right side of the building past some large waste bins with her dog & along a path to the far end of the car park…she didn’t hear me banging on the door shouting for help. Nobody did. 

I felt woozy & then heard Melissas’ voice saying she was going to burn my 2 chihuahua dogs alive. Another woman then shouted “Oh my god, she’s poured Kerasine over them, she’s going to burn them alive.” Then I heard dogs screaming…. & begged Melissa repeatedly not to hurt them. I kept saying “Do what you want to me but please don’t hurt my dogs”… 

I can’t describe what it felt like to be trapped in that corridor, being tormented by the neighbour who had been terrorising me every day for over 3 years… This was on an entirely different level though. & must have taken some serious planning.

This went on for hours with me desperately trying to get someone’s attention on the other side of the car park & the Yorkshire man appearing at the other end of the corridor in front of the doors with the young man saying he was going to blow me up & holding up the lighter & gas canister to show me whilst they laughed.

All the other rooms in the corridor were locked apart from the one I’d had my jewellery stolen in with Melissa filming it.

*ALL THIS HAS BEEN SUBSTANTIATED WITH PROOF & THE VIDEO OF IT SHOWN TO A SENIOR MANAGER AT CORNWALL HOSPITAL ON 21st March 2019.*

*AGAIN…IF POLICE DECIDE THEY WANT TO DO THEIR JOBS, I CAN TELL THEM EXACTLY WHO TO GET THE VIDEO FROM & WHERE TO FIND THEM!*

Eventually the Yorkshire man, whom I would later come to know as Derek (name changed for legal purposes) unlocked the doors & started to walk silently towards me. I was petrified. He grabbed my arm & pulled me out of the corridor & along to a room, past a small reception area & said nothing apart from “This is your room, behave yourself”. & then he shut the door & locked it. 

The reception area had a clock in view & I noted the time as 2.30pm, which meant I had been tormented & abused in that corridor for a total of approximately 7 hours.

I was held there illegally for 2 weeks until the 14th March, & forced to take a myriad of tablets under threat of being injected & restrained if I didn’t take them willingly (which I dug out of my throat with the broken end of a toothbrush 4 times every day). 

I was also made to go ‘cold turkey’ from the diazepam my doctor had prescribed for me for stress for the previous 2 years at 10mg per day.

I was not allowed any contact with the outside world & on Saturday 2nd March 2019 , the day after arriving there, I was led from the room by Derek (name changed for legal purposes) to a small office by the reception area & told by a Dr Blackstone & a Dr Retham that I was being sectioned under the mental health act! (both names changed for legal purposes).

 I still had no idea where I was & when I asked I was told I was in Bodmin Hospital.

***Devon & Cornwall Police already have my Official Statement for this, as of April 2019***

I tried to tell them I had been drugged & that my neighbour Melissa Janson (name changed for legal purposes) was responsible & pleaded for them to test my blood to prove it, but they simply ignored me & sent me back to the room & locked me in. They also refused to let me phone my doctor to prove to them I did not suffer from Any mental health disorders….All ignored & at one stage Dr Blackstone said “I think you need to be upped to a section 3, we can hold you for as long as we want” & typed on his laptop.

You can’t possibly begin to imagine how I felt. My very abusive childhood & then relationships weren’t a patch on all this… my **Adapt & Survive**  mechanism came into its own.

I would, some days later, be drugged unconscious after drinking a bedtime drink & raped, sodomised & injected in various parts of my body.

When I awoke the next morning there was a cluster of scabbed & bloodied large needle marks at the base of my spine which were swollen & very sore, black bruises all over my arms & legs, I was “sore” between my legs, there were needle marks in between both my big toes (I recognised the marks & the pain, from having ingrown toe nails removed years earlier!), there was a scab on the left side of the top of my head that was bloodied & my right thumb was swollen, red & very painful to move. & still hurts to this day! 

This happened about 5 days into my being held there & the staff had started to let me out of the room into the ‘ward’. There were no other women ‘patients’, just 3 men. 

Then on the 4th day there was another man , who told me he suffered from manic depression & came to the hospital to give his wife a break when he got really bad. He said he was a regular inpatient.

He asked me on day five if I had been involved in “The Party” that had gone on the night before? I was unaware of it & asked what he meant… He explained that the other 3 male patients had stayed up until 6.30am playing loud music & that there was a lot of shouting & screaming & it frightened him when it woke him up during the night. He said he had stayed in his room & also said one of the glass walls in front of the pool table had been smashed during the ‘party’ & that a pool cue was also broken & pointed to the missing glass panels of safety glass.

I then knew it had something to do with why I was sore down below, both sides & why I was covered in bruises & needle marks. There was NO WAY I could have slept through all that noise… I have always been a very light sleeper due to abuse suffered when I was younger & I was not swallowing Any of the tablets they were making me take 4 times every day. On the second day I heard a woman say “You need to stop giving her those, you’ll give her a heart attack” so I made doubly sure nothing stayed in my throat. Hence the broken toothbrush.

I was put in a different room that day too…one closer to the reception. The first room had been right down the end of the corridor with a gurney trolley outside it which had now gone, & a foreign man who said his name was Jurek, Jaddk, (not changed because I want him caught & prosecuted) sat outside the first room every night to make sure I didn’t try to escape. He was either Polish or Dutch. I didn’t see him again after changing rooms though.

I asked to be able to make a call & Derek said “No, no calls for you” & walked into the staff office laughing.

It was like a horror movie come true, with no way out. 

One of the male staff members Terry (name changed for legal purposes), a middle aged man who never made eye contact with me, seemed more than usually hesitant to come near me which made me think he knew exactly what had gone on the previous night, made his way hurriedly past me to follow Derek into the office.

On the 14th March I was told I was being transferred to another hospital. I tried to tell them again that I was not mentally ill & that I wanted to call my doctor…they refused , laughing at me.

Derek walked past me saying to someone “I don’t give a fuck, I’m going to Florida tomorrow “. I had heard him earlier telling one of the staff there that he was having 11 teeth replaced with permanent implants whilst he was in Florida on holiday & I wondered momentarily how a nurse could  1: afford a holiday in Florida & 2: how he could possibly afford to have 11 tooth implants done there. Two of my nephews are American & live in Texas….anything medical  there is way too expensive, especially in Florida. One of their uncles lives there!

At 2.30 I was told to get myself ready for my transfer. I was taken through the double doors that I had been dragged through upon my arrival there on the morning of the 1st March & told to get into a waiting car. 

That car drove me, along with a staff member, down to Cornwall hospital. It stopped outside the granite stone fronted building that I had been taken into the basement of, with the bay window, on the night of the 28th February whilst drugged & panic filled me. Only This time I was led into the light peach coloured building adjacent to it instead. 

Up some stairs I was met by the same woman who had been threatening me on the night of the 28th February, along with a large built tattooed man each time I pressed the red alarm button trying to get help. That tattled man was also seen in Bodmin on the morning of 1st March when I was pinned to the floor terrified.

It transpired she was the ward manager, Nancy (name changed for legal purposes- for now, but it all depends on how pissed off I get whilst writing this & having to relive it all again for the purposes of this blog) a short, rotund, black wavy haired, bespectacled bitch, who ushered me along yet another corridor to my room. 

I didn’t bother trying to tell her I wasn’t mentally ill due to her involvement on the 28th February after being drugged by Melissa at RNAS Culdrose & then taken to the basement in the building opposite this one to be traumatised & filmed. 

That footage, by the way, has been shared with hundreds of people. Culminating in a staff member at *Cornwall Hospital* finally growing a pair of man sized bollocks & showing both that film & the one taken in Bodmin on the morning of the 1st March by Melissa to a senior manager on the top floor who ordered my immediate discharge on 21st March after very audibly screaming his head off at a Dr Wolram (name changed) who decided, after never previously meeting me, to tell me I’d had a “Manic episode due to having Bi Polar” & then proceeded to hand me a prescription for strong anti psychotics that he got a junior doctor who sat next to him to sign….very obviously he didn’t want to put his ‘Monica’ on it for legal reasons….or being arrested at a later date for his part in my drugging & subsequent abduction on the 28th February 2019 that was orchestrated by the Ever Delightful Melissa Janson & “THE SCOTSMAN” who has contacts on RNAS Culdrose, via his friend the ex dog handler who still rears & trains the dogs for Devon & Cornwall police, Dorset police & Culdrose military police! Explaining why an army guard there who was sitting no more than 300 feet away from my vehicle on the 28th February put in a False Report. 

I think this would be a good time for me to express exactly how fucking angry I am feeling right now, knowing that my bitch of a neighbour has spent the last 5 years getting away with extreme disability hate crimes, harassment, cyber stalking, theft, damage to mobility vehicles, burglary, drugging me, not only on navy property, but also in my own home via my wine container, And then in a bloody hospital so I could be tortured some more.

WTF do I have to do to get some fucking legal help with this shit.?

And to cap it all off…when I was finally forced to move out of Cornwall altogether in May 2019 the police in Sussex were knobbled too to stop “THE SCOTSMAN” & everyone else involved losing their fucking jobs.

                  ***CORRUPTION RULES THE WAVES HEY BOYS***

SUMMARY OF EVENTS PREVIOUS TO & ON the 28th FEBRUARY 2019:

I was at RNAS Culdrose due to threats to burn me & my dogs alive in the house overnight. This threat was made on the 27th February 2019, three days after having to call the police due to similar harassment from Melissa Janson & Lyle Trout at my home in B———-(omitted for legal purposes) on 24th February.

Being too scared to remain in my home that night (27th Feb.) & already knowing the police were never going to do anything about Melissa & her obsessional hatred & harassment, I decided it best to grab my 2 chihuahuas & drive down to H—— where I used to live, to stay overnight with a friend. 

When I arrived, said friend was out & I ascertained from a neighbour that he was out for the night. Not having anyone else that could put me up with the dogs overnight & also because I was embarrassed at being so scared! I decided to ‘rough’ it & drive to RNAS Culdrose on the outskirts of the town to sleep in the car with the girls under the cctv cameras in the ‘viewing area’ by the airfield. 

My daughter was, at that time, a flight engineer there & my father had been a sergeant in the RAF & had also been a world war 2 veteran who served in Italy with the Cold Stream guards before joining the RAF. 

My sister had been in the RAF for 9 years & one of my nephews had been a Para, doing 2 tours in Afghanistan. 

A strong military family background! I therefore decided it was the **SAFEST PLACE IN THE WORLD FOR ME TO GO! ** A decision I have bitterly regretted every day since.

As it later transpired, my car had been accessed by Melissa & Lyle who had put drugs into the 2 small fruit flavoured water bottles I had previously left in the car door compartment. This had obviously occurred overnight on the 26th February as the drinks were fine that afternoon when I took the dogs to the beach. I take water with me when I walk the dogs. (I used to. I don’t keep anything in the car now).

By this time Melissas’ hate campaign was completely out of control & she had vowed to ‘fucking destroy her’…. so I believed her threat to burn my house down as I slept.

I parked the car outside a privately owned house just in front of the entrance to the viewing area at Culdrose naval air base….it is, by the way, the most security conscious military air station in the entire UK.

I sipped from both water bottles during the evening & had stopped at the local Sainsbury’s store for a plain bottle of water for the girls & some chicken for them too.  They had their bed on the front seat next to me.

By the early hours, I was still wide awake, which is unusual for me as I would normally have been tired out by around 8-9pm, but just put it down to not being comfortable in the car, which I decided to move into the viewing area due to starting the engine on & off to keep warm…I didn’t want to disturb the people in the house. 

Once in the viewing area out of sight of the house, but in full view of the Army Guard box (they use army & raf guards at 3 entry points for the base) which was approx. 300 yards away, in direct line of sight & directly under the cctv cameras, I took the girls for a quick stroll along the perimeter fence. I thought this would have caused him to come over to see what I was doing, but it didn’t.

My eldest granddaughter went to nursery school on the base & I often collected her at home time & the guards never failed to come over to ‘check’ my presence if I was there for more than 5 minutes. *I did think it a bit odd that I didn’t get a visit At All!* ***Base Protocol is to check suspicious vehicles or activity & I would have thought a middle aged woman with a slight limp & 2 tiny chihuahua dogs repeatedly walking the perimeter fence was a little suspicious?*** Apparently Not!

By morning I had still not slept & was more wide awake than ever….the girls slept through the night & I just kept sipping from the 2 fruit flavoured water bottles. One was finished by around 8.30am, by which time I began to feel really strange…wide awake, racing heart rate, my pupils were huge & I thought it best to stay put until the feeling wore off…..it didn’t! 

I kept sipping from the 2nd fruited water bottle & then it started…..a trippy feeling. A feeling that I’d last encountered on a night out with friends a few years previously & had my drink  ‘spiked’ whilst at the bar.

I knew at once what had happened…where I had been sipping the water slowly to begin with overnight, it had only trickled into my system. Then come around 11am I slugged the remainder down in one go. Shortly afterwards I realised that the drinks bottles had been drugged & gathered Melissa had probably been hoping I would crash the car after she threatened to burn my house down the day before, knowing it would make me flee the house for safety purposes! 

She had previously broken into another car & not only disabled the alarm, but also all 7 air bags after finding my seatbelt exemption certificate in the sun visor!

                           **PROOF FOR THIS ALSO AVAILABLE!**

Only one problem for her plan though… I never drink anything when I’m driving due to having to stop to pee all the time!  My first reaction was to take the girls out again for another walk along the perimeter fence hoping to walk it off. Still no reaction from Army Guards 300 yds away! 

Unheard of in All previous visits to the base & it’s perimeters. I was too drugged to drive so called my sister to tell her. She said I sounded ‘off my trolly’ to which I agreed & said I’d stay put til’ it wore off. 

It didn’t & things took a turn for the worse shortly afterwards when the drugs really hit me. 

Long story short, it culminated in me eventually falling asleep at around 5.30pm in the car, which I had been in for the whole day….No visits from any guards though! 

Or indeed, anyone at all from the base. **MOST UNUSUAL**

Next thing I know, it’s 8.42pm. I woke up feeling like a bus had hit my head, the car was a mess, the girls were asleep in their bed & then to my horror a police car pulled up with an ambulance right behind it.

I knew I had been drugged by Melissa & that this was now going to get even worse.

The PCSO threatened to smash the car window if I didn’t  unlock the car & get out. I was petrified & cornered. 

I had no idea I didn’t have to open the car door to him & no idea I didn’t have to get into the ambulance he ordered me to get into clutching my 2 frightened dogs as he proceeded to illegally search my car & my bag. 

I had no idea that I had rights which were being denied me *yet again*, just as they had been since November 2016 when the ‘gestapo’ came to my home ordering me never to complain about Anything that Melissa did to me under threat of losing my home if I did.

I knew the ambulance driver was a friend of Melissas’ from B————- as I had seen her previously. I can’t tell you how frightened I was. 

& That is how they got me into the hospital basement to be tortured & filmed for 8.5 hours before the nurse who’d given them permission to use hospital property to do it on changed her mind at 6.30am the following morning…the 1st March 2019.

***I HAVE ALWAYS MAINTAINED THESE FACTS TO BE A TRUE ACCOUNT OF EVENTS. MY POLICE STATEMENT TAKEN IN MY HOME BY PCSO CLARE BARNES AT THE END OF APRIL 2019 STATES THESE FACTS. 

MY HAIR SAMPLES PROVE EVERYTHING. POLICE REFUSED TO TEST THEM. 

& NOW I WOULDN’T TRUST THEM TO DO IT DUE TO ALL THE CORRUPTION INVOLVED. 

TOO MANY PEOPLE WERE CALLED UPON TO HELP & THEY ARE NOW RUNNING SCARED TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO SILENCE ME.

THIS IS WHY I AM WRITING THIS BLOG.***

***I HAVE PERFECT RECOLLECTION OF EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED & THOSE INVOLVED. I HAVE MADE A 100% ACCURATE SKETCH OF THE BASEMENT WARD I WAS TAKEN TO WHILST DRUGGED & TORTURED FOR 8.5 HOURS. & AN EXACT LAYOUT OF THAT WING INCLUDING THE CORNER ROOM I WAS KEPT IN WITH IT’S SIDE ANGLED DOOR & IT’S BAY WINDOW.  Only 1 building on that entire hospital site has a room with a door angled that way that is on a lower floor level.

I HAVE PROOF THAT THE AMBULANCE REPORT IS FABRICATED TO HIDE THE TRUTH OF EVENTS ON THE 28TH FEB. & indeed the 1st March 2019. ***

THIS PROOF, BY WAY OF CONFLICTING OFFICIAL REPORTS ETC. & INDEED MEDICAL RECORDS THAT PROVE I WAS NOWHERE NEAR THE HOSPITAL THEY STATE I WAS A PATIENT IN ON 1ST MARCH HAS BEEN SENT TO THE POLICE & CRIME COMMISSIONER FOR DEVON AND CORNWALL POLICE . IT WAS THEN FORWARDED TO A SERGEANT A SKELTON. I HAVE JUST SUBMITTED AN OFFICIAL COMPLAINT AGAINST HIS ‘’INACTION’’ WITH THE IOPC.

I HAVE AMASSED SO MUCH EVIDENCE AGAINST THESE PEOPLE THE POLICE NOW DON’T EVEN HAVE TO FIND ANYTHING FOR THEMSELVES…I HAVE IT ALL WRAPPED UP READY FOR THEM! 

VIDEOS…PHOTO’S…PHONE RECORDS…WITNESSES…FALSE REPORTS & THE EVIDENCE TO PROVE THEM BEING FALSE…PROOF THAT MEDICAL RECORDS HAVE BEEN ALTERED ON VARIOUS OCCASIONS TO HIDE PEOPLES INVOLVEMENT. A NURSE WHO COMPLAINED & SHOWED THE VIDEOS OF ME DRUGGED & TORTURED TO A SENIOR TOP FLOOR MANAGER WHO HAD ME IMMEDIATELY DISCHARGED FROM THE HOSPITAL &  THE SUBSEQUENT ALTERING OF MY MEDICAL NOTES TO HIDE GUILT OF MISDIAGNOSIS. PROOF OVER 7 YEARS THAT I HAVE NEVER HAD ANY MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES….NONE.

MY POLICE FILES FROM DEVON & CORNWALL POLICE HAVE BEEN PURPOSELY HELD BACK SINCE MAY 2020 WHEN REQUESTED BY ME VIA A SUBJECT ACCESS REQUEST. AS HAVE THE FILES FROM SUSSEX POLICE REGARDING INCIDENTS REPORTED THAT THERE ARE CREDIBLE WITNESSES FOR.  SOME WITH THEIR OWN VIDEO EVIDENCE OF MELISSA BEING IN SUSSEX TRYING TO BREAK INTO MY CAR IN JANUARY 2019. MORE THAN ONCE! Police told me I IMAGINED it! 

MY HUMAN RIGHTS HAVE BEEN DECIMATED FOR 5 YEARS. SURELY SOMEONE CAN HELP ME GET JUSTICE & PUT THESE NUTTERS BEHIND BARS WHERE THEY VERY OBVIOUSLY BELONG.

I am NOT publishing Anything unless I have the FACTS  & the EVIDENCE to back it up.

My entire existence has been destroyed by this hateful, spiteful woman & her friends & family connections to the police & medical staff in Cornwall.

Even now she still continues with her harassment via online cyber stalking & I am powerless to get her arrested due to her family connections. 

My iPad is hacked, my online accounts are hacked & proof is amassed daily for these facts with nobody taking any action as I have again been prevented from complaining to the police due to her connections through family.

A regressional  hypnotherapist I spoke to in 2019 told me categorically that I had Perfect recollection of the events that had taken place.

That I sounded in No way to be suffering from a mental health issue & that I had been subjected to a very traumatising experience & that it would more than likely have lasting effects that would always trouble me.

***UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR!***

I am about to lodge a formal complaint with THE INVESTIGATIVE POWERS TRIBUNAL. Doubtless this will rustle more than a few feathers down west!