Psychology and Science, do they Mix???

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This little article is my next project of understanding, only because the Air Force, while covering up the rape of my 6 year old child on a federal installation, came up with this diagnosis, after my re-enlistment… (Epstein and Maga have been around since my birth, just under different guises)…

I wrote, that after the Air Force tested me, I paid for a test, same one the Air Force gave me and I have had that same test a half dozen times since 1982…

Last test was done at the El Paso VA around 2013 by the shrink that was murdered by a patient a couple years later and that shrink wrote in my records….

“Above average intelligence and suffers from PTSD, due to her illness”… He got all of it right but the illness…

My PTSD is from decades of domestic violence that went on, up till the court hearing this September, and I got my 2 cents in too!!!…

I doubt I will ever hear from my siblings who sold their souls to a god, ever again… Greed is a powerful addiction…

I never had a personality disorder… So why the write???

Lets start with the domestic violence that my body endured from toddler age to the last blow knocking me across the room on Okinawa at 17 yrs of age…

No human on earth laid a hand on me, except in rape, ever again…

I promise, I would die stopping them if anyone touched me again…

From toddler age till 17, I received blunt force trauma fractures, internal injuries, brain injuries and a couple bleeds on the brain…

Bone scans showed my bones modeling up till my 30’s, healing…

Throw in the fact I never started my period, till I was nearly 17 and the Air Force took out my organs 7 years later…

Throw in Pancreatitis that no one caught and hormone changes… with a healthy dose of PTSD!!!!

HOW DO YOU THINK I HAVE BEHAVED??????????

Now take that statement and put it on steroids and I had my days and for a while, people knew better than to piss me off, so my birth family found out this year…

My “fuck you letter”, was one for the ages… and they all got one, since the lawyer provided me with address’s…

Yea, it was worth $6,800 of inheritance to tell off bigots or christians… It was worth every dime and then some!!!…

So, with all those injuries above and no one figuring it out… My personality went up and down like a yoyo…. and as the fog in my brain lifted over time, the true me came out… Like now…

Not afraid, not scared and more than ready to rip anyone a new asshole that thinks they have a say in my world… ANYONE wanna try???

Decades I have fought to get the answer about the personality change and I asked the shrink in the Air Force about it as they pushed me out, to cover up the CMSgt. son’s rape and attempted murder of my kids… (Yea, Epstein and Maga, I knew you 5 decades ago and we will NEVER SEE JUSTICE!!!)

So you get why for 20 plus years after my military service I was just a wee bit pissed…

Figuring it out that my pancreas was the culprit since that beating at 5 years old has taken the final weight off my shoulder’s… and it explains why none of the drugs the military or the VA put me on worked…

They were treating symptoms and creating more problems…

I doubt here in a month or two I will even need the low dose BP meds…

As I walk this path, I stand and bask in the light of knowledge and understanding and scramble as I try and keep this brain awake with the diet the pancreas has so badly needed for 67 years…

Hard to believe that a 5 year had spleen and pancreas damage, but the science says a child that age, with my build, is lucky she is alive… Those bruises you see on my limbs gave me compartment syndrome, I can only imagine how bruised my torso is…

I am the little one and if you look, you can see I am bruised or have deformed body parts from my head to my feet…

I imagine as I detox both of us, I’ll be the cranky one… Homer and sugar, never was a big deal… It’s always been me, but he can eat it and gain just as much… But it never bothered his body, like it does mine and it took a recent ER visit to get the brain juices working to figure it all out…

Have a wonderful day…

I remember…

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● About Me

I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

This is my story of survival…

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