Oh god, the entire day is turning into another of my nightmares. I feel dreadful. My head is pounding and I am fighting down a wave of nausea. Not well enough to go to church. Decided to go back to bed. Got a phone call out of the blue. I can’t remember if this person said to me. Get it in your head, your grandchildren don’t want to see you or, do you understand they don’t want to see you. It was very hurtful. It is the rejection I can’t stand. I should be used to it by now, but it is never easy. I’m like a magnet to deceitful people, always attracting liars, backstabbers and the dregs of society. How am I meant to stop this.? I guess none of it is my doing. Lisa Brennan, a carer from the Isle of wight children’s services was friendly enough, but I always had this gut feeling something was wrong. I couldn’t wait to get away from her. I was so right. Ms Brennan is trained and paid to support me. She chose to mentally abuse me instead. I hope she is never allowed to work with vulnerable families again. There are lots of carers, social workers etc writing willy nilly feedback reports, about people with special needs, and the mental health amongst us. I am not at all anti-social workers, I had one throughout my childhood.
My mental and physical health is fragile at the moment. Half of me wants to rise up and fight, while the other half wants to crawl into a dark hole and disappear. Lisa Brennan’s lies have taken its toll on me, I am baffled as to why she thought it was ok to fabricate feedback reports to her managers. It doesn’t take a lot of working out why she did it. Old habits die hard.