EarthAngel’s World

The late S. - who died just over a year ago as the victim of medical malpractice at a Catholic mental hospital, who lived here in these rooms, and who did things to my beloved due to her iatrogenic (medically-caused) mental illnesses - is still the cause of withering grief in my beloved.

It is as if my beloved is frozen in life, scarred psychologically and physically by what S. did to her for the 3 or more years that my beloved looked after her, sacrificing herself for S., losing almost everything for her sake, including almost losing her life at S.’s hands, and certainly losing most of her possessions - furniture, clothes, almost everything.

My beloved’s paralyzing grief is paralyzing me, and our life together. Sometimes I do not know what to do, and whether there is hope for us.

S. dragged my beloved deep down into the pit with her, deep down into the grave, and I am dragging my beloved out but right now I am not succeeding.

I know what was done to S. by the medical profession, and how savagely brutalized she was by her father. When S. and my beloved met in 2002, S.’s nose had been flattened and bent to the side years before, as a child, when she was regularly beaten almost to death by her father simply for having been born this way.

I was physically and psychologically abused by my mother as a child, and when I last lived in Western Australia her insanity, anger, violence, and fear did things to me yet again.

It was my beloved who saved my life when she came to visit me in WA twice. It was she who finally persuaded my mother to loan me the funds for urogenital surgery. My crazy mother had offered me the funds and then withdrew them three times without reasons before my beloved got her to finally begin thinking straight, for a short time at least.

It was my beloved who again saved my life by helping me escape Perth at the end of last year.

Now I must save my beloved, in turn.