Life Update 2019 & the Notorious Flying Crime Cat stole the Viking Crown!
Not sure how to start this one. I woke up. I didn’t know I wasn’t there until I woke up. I have an Altheimerz Drug that came out about 2012 to thank for my waking up...
I did not consciously know I had minor brain damage. I was prescribed the Altheimerz drug for a couple months to treat depression. I don’t take medication much because I have strong sensitivities to drugs. The Doc prescribed 1/2 of the smallest dosage of the pill but I felt that was too much & took 1/2 of that. Most of my serious depression went away after a few months. Doc weaned me off the drugs at that point as I was trying to get pregnant again. It’s at that point, I started getting memories back.
I actively explored through journaling & therapy a 10 year “gap” in my memories. I write about this 10 year gap on Facebook under my real life name. My writing freaks my supposed family out & upsets them. I don’t write about them. #1) I write about a Man that I married at my University but never divorced named Tyson or Dyson. I contacted the man I believed to be him and he took me to court and sued me. He refused to admit we got married. I cried through the court case. I don’t have clear memory of him, but I located a photograph and references to him in a few University letters. I actually remembered were I hid love letters he had sent me while he was in the Airforce. Unfortunately, they are no longer easy to get to. The letters refer to him as “Tyson.” However, I have memories of him saying that his “real mane” was Dyson Van ----? He and I lived in Amish Country together for about a year. I drove there and located some places I remember from that year but not the house we lived in.
I located objects I remember where his in my Mother’s house including his car keys 🔑 with Boston Country Club key tag. He gave me his spare set for emergencies. I located most recently a box hidden in my Mother’s garage that had HIS Airforce Wings earned in Europe & either his or my rank insignia & MY wings earned in the USA. This box was a SHOCK to find and a SHOCK to sort through. I remember the small jewelry box that I placed the rank insignia and wings into. The entire box was a 1991 Time Capsule. I found an object with his possible DNA on it that I think was a gift from his Father. I now have added to my agenda figuring out how to get the DNA tested if it isn’t too old. Other stuff like junk but important in one very scary moment of our lives. I found a widow’s shawl & he may be dead. I found a baby blanket from when I took his & my child to his parents in Europe. I remember that trip & he was presumed dead at the time I gave them custody of her. She was about two with platinum blond hair at the time. That would be approximately 25 years ago. I found another box with my old jewelry in it. Among these I found items of jewelry. One set given to me by him. One necklace given to me by his family member. I found a china doll sent to me from his Father after I was attacked & stabbed in the head. I found a coat his Mother or Sister made for me.
I found Kurt Cobain’s cowboy hat and a letter to me from Kurt. I decided to wear Kurt’s hat after I found it...and I got meningitis ir something again from his hat and had to take 800 mg pills of antibiotics for a while! I am surrounded by these objects that were in boxes in my Mother’s garage, and I am wondering where did everyone go???
Swandog was one of my few confidant’s in 1990-1991 and she has also disappeared. Swandog was present in Norway when I ran into his Father or Brother & spoke etc. at length in 2003. We had been close friends at my University. He became distraught during our conversation because who I was in Norway was a brain-damaged version of my University self. Where did he go? Is he alive or dead? Where is Swandog? Is she alive or dead?
My Mother was taking care of me between 1993-1996 at some point after I was assaulted. We were contacted at home by the USA State Department who had been contacted by the King of Norway about my daughter with Dyson. His family was seeking visitation to his only child. On hearing that he had wealthy Norwegian Parents who wanted to see there Grandchild, my Mother discussed giving them custody of Alexandra. My Mother was taking care of me and my baby. His cousin who I went to high school with also approached me on behalf of his family. They really really really wanted custody. That was a tough choice even with the disability from the assault. I don’t remember much from the year she was born. I can’t remember his entire weird last name just the “van” bit. I sent an email to his family member I saw in 2003 after getting his email address from the Norwegian Embassy in DC. I called first and recognized the voice of his youngest? Brother. I’m waiting on a reply and kind of getting mad. My daughter was not adopted. I simply gave his Family custody of her. She’s an adult at this point. My Mother would have been sent updates about her rather than me because of my memory issues. My Mother died after a car accident in 2009. There’s a lot more to write about. I am trying to locate my adult daughter.
We went there in about 1995 to meet his Family & give her to them. We stayed in a castle with a big medieval library, with a hallway that had free flying canaries in it, with an old gaurderobe bathroom and lots of other rooms and halls. I remember entering Norway with my Mother and 2nd Cousin who came to chaperone me so Mom could watch the baby. I ran into my 2nd Cousin in West Texas and that probably triggered memories of the trip together to Norway. I emailed my entire family but got ghosted by EVERYONE except for a single 2nd Cousin. THAT is a clear indication mine if there s-mail was blocked. The motive for blocking those emails is obviously that rather grand Medieval Library in Norway! My Cousin and I shared two different rooms there together. One of my girlfriends decided to nab Dyson’s reading lamp from his castle and later gave it to me. It’s a really lovely gold filigree lamp with alabaster bottom. I was a bit flabbergasted when my girlfriend pulled all her clothing out of her suitcase to make room for the lamp.
At some point when his brother or father was showing us all his fancy jewelry... ummm... this was not my idea... one of them slipped his Viking Crown in my handbag. I’m going to dub that person who grabbed the Crown, the Notorious Flying Crime Cat, after the imaginary character my youngest daughter made up! That might have been my Mother who was very angry at his Brother? for deciding to marry my 2nd Cousin who was there as a chaperone. Mom got very upset about that and started grabbing dinner rolls off the banquet table and putting them in her handbag 👜 and the salt shakers... his brother had proposed to me a bit before that because of the baby. Great story right?
The TRUTH is this: Dyson’s Grandpa, the King, hated my guts when I met him there. He hated my Mother even more. He was also pretty distraught and upset about Dyson possibly dying. I don’t think Dyson died. I came to this conclusion when his brother? asked me to divorce him to marry him. I got kind of freaked out about that asking why exactly I needed to divorce my deceased husband to marry his living brother? It was a pretty awkward moment and I backed out of the Wedding bit a bit confused! However, I was messed up enough and dealing with the disability of severe bouts of brain fog from two stab wounds to the head. I don’t always recognize people outside there expected environment. My University friends used to change there names & look & I always got confused. But there was a lot of UNDERSTANDABLE upset!
So, there we are in this padlocked room with security guards outside. Haakon, at least that’s what he said his name was, is showing off a bunch of jewelry. He brought us there to show us this old antique Crown. We were suitably impressed. HE picks it up off it’s velvet seat and gives it to me saying “Put this in your handbag!” Then he says “My Father isn’t going to tell me who I marry and who I don’t marry!” And he said a bunch of other stuff that boiled down to him being upset about what had happened. He said that he thought his Father had hired an Assassin to murder me. He was pretty upset about that. Anyway, I maybe remember where the Crown got hidden. I may have to make a treasure map if everyone has died while I was sleeping? I was having difficulties with speaking and it got progressively worse while there. I am not naïve or attempting to be coy. I had brain damage from the head stab wounds. I probably contracted mennigitis or infection afterwards. I was rendered mentally the age of a child. That lasted for about six months. After which, I have few memories of those years.
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I did not consciously know I had minor brain damage. I was prescribed the Altheimerz drug for a couple months to treat depression. I don’t take medication much because I have strong sensitivities to drugs. The Doc prescribed 1/2 of the smallest dosage of the pill but I felt that was too much & took 1/2 of that. Most of my serious depression went away after a few months. Doc weaned me off the drugs at that point as I was trying to get pregnant again. It’s at that point, I started getting memories back.
I actively explored through journaling & therapy a 10 year “gap” in my memories. I write about this 10 year gap on Facebook under my real life name. My writing freaks my supposed family out & upsets them. I don’t write about them. #1) I write about a Man that I married at my University but never divorced named Tyson or Dyson. I contacted the man I believed to be him and he took me to court and sued me. He refused to admit we got married. I cried through the court case. I don’t have clear memory of him, but I located a photograph and references to him in a few University letters. I actually remembered were I hid love letters he had sent me while he was in the Airforce. Unfortunately, they are no longer easy to get to. The letters refer to him as “Tyson.” However, I have memories of him saying that his “real mane” was Dyson Van ----? He and I lived in Amish Country together for about a year. I drove there and located some places I remember from that year but not the house we lived in.
I located objects I remember where his in my Mother’s house including his car keys 🔑 with Boston Country Club key tag. He gave me his spare set for emergencies. I located most recently a box hidden in my Mother’s garage that had HIS Airforce Wings earned in Europe & either his or my rank insignia & MY wings earned in the USA. This box was a SHOCK to find and a SHOCK to sort through. I remember the small jewelry box that I placed the rank insignia and wings into. The entire box was a 1991 Time Capsule. I found an object with his possible DNA on it that I think was a gift from his Father. I now have added to my agenda figuring out how to get the DNA tested if it isn’t too old. Other stuff like junk but important in one very scary moment of our lives. I found a widow’s shawl & he may be dead. I found a baby blanket from when I took his & my child to his parents in Europe. I remember that trip & he was presumed dead at the time I gave them custody of her. She was about two with platinum blond hair at the time. That would be approximately 25 years ago. I found another box with my old jewelry in it. Among these I found items of jewelry. One set given to me by him. One necklace given to me by his family member. I found a china doll sent to me from his Father after I was attacked & stabbed in the head. I found a coat his Mother or Sister made for me.
I found Kurt Cobain’s cowboy hat and a letter to me from Kurt. I decided to wear Kurt’s hat after I found it...and I got meningitis ir something again from his hat and had to take 800 mg pills of antibiotics for a while! I am surrounded by these objects that were in boxes in my Mother’s garage, and I am wondering where did everyone go???
Swandog was one of my few confidant’s in 1990-1991 and she has also disappeared. Swandog was present in Norway when I ran into his Father or Brother & spoke etc. at length in 2003. We had been close friends at my University. He became distraught during our conversation because who I was in Norway was a brain-damaged version of my University self. Where did he go? Is he alive or dead? Where is Swandog? Is she alive or dead?
My Mother was taking care of me between 1993-1996 at some point after I was assaulted. We were contacted at home by the USA State Department who had been contacted by the King of Norway about my daughter with Dyson. His family was seeking visitation to his only child. On hearing that he had wealthy Norwegian Parents who wanted to see there Grandchild, my Mother discussed giving them custody of Alexandra. My Mother was taking care of me and my baby. His cousin who I went to high school with also approached me on behalf of his family. They really really really wanted custody. That was a tough choice even with the disability from the assault. I don’t remember much from the year she was born. I can’t remember his entire weird last name just the “van” bit. I sent an email to his family member I saw in 2003 after getting his email address from the Norwegian Embassy in DC. I called first and recognized the voice of his youngest? Brother. I’m waiting on a reply and kind of getting mad. My daughter was not adopted. I simply gave his Family custody of her. She’s an adult at this point. My Mother would have been sent updates about her rather than me because of my memory issues. My Mother died after a car accident in 2009. There’s a lot more to write about. I am trying to locate my adult daughter.
We went there in about 1995 to meet his Family & give her to them. We stayed in a castle with a big medieval library, with a hallway that had free flying canaries in it, with an old gaurderobe bathroom and lots of other rooms and halls. I remember entering Norway with my Mother and 2nd Cousin who came to chaperone me so Mom could watch the baby. I ran into my 2nd Cousin in West Texas and that probably triggered memories of the trip together to Norway. I emailed my entire family but got ghosted by EVERYONE except for a single 2nd Cousin. THAT is a clear indication mine if there s-mail was blocked. The motive for blocking those emails is obviously that rather grand Medieval Library in Norway! My Cousin and I shared two different rooms there together. One of my girlfriends decided to nab Dyson’s reading lamp from his castle and later gave it to me. It’s a really lovely gold filigree lamp with alabaster bottom. I was a bit flabbergasted when my girlfriend pulled all her clothing out of her suitcase to make room for the lamp.
At some point when his brother or father was showing us all his fancy jewelry... ummm... this was not my idea... one of them slipped his Viking Crown in my handbag. I’m going to dub that person who grabbed the Crown, the Notorious Flying Crime Cat, after the imaginary character my youngest daughter made up! That might have been my Mother who was very angry at his Brother? for deciding to marry my 2nd Cousin who was there as a chaperone. Mom got very upset about that and started grabbing dinner rolls off the banquet table and putting them in her handbag 👜 and the salt shakers... his brother had proposed to me a bit before that because of the baby. Great story right?
The TRUTH is this: Dyson’s Grandpa, the King, hated my guts when I met him there. He hated my Mother even more. He was also pretty distraught and upset about Dyson possibly dying. I don’t think Dyson died. I came to this conclusion when his brother? asked me to divorce him to marry him. I got kind of freaked out about that asking why exactly I needed to divorce my deceased husband to marry his living brother? It was a pretty awkward moment and I backed out of the Wedding bit a bit confused! However, I was messed up enough and dealing with the disability of severe bouts of brain fog from two stab wounds to the head. I don’t always recognize people outside there expected environment. My University friends used to change there names & look & I always got confused. But there was a lot of UNDERSTANDABLE upset!
So, there we are in this padlocked room with security guards outside. Haakon, at least that’s what he said his name was, is showing off a bunch of jewelry. He brought us there to show us this old antique Crown. We were suitably impressed. HE picks it up off it’s velvet seat and gives it to me saying “Put this in your handbag!” Then he says “My Father isn’t going to tell me who I marry and who I don’t marry!” And he said a bunch of other stuff that boiled down to him being upset about what had happened. He said that he thought his Father had hired an Assassin to murder me. He was pretty upset about that. Anyway, I maybe remember where the Crown got hidden. I may have to make a treasure map if everyone has died while I was sleeping? I was having difficulties with speaking and it got progressively worse while there. I am not naïve or attempting to be coy. I had brain damage from the head stab wounds. I probably contracted mennigitis or infection afterwards. I was rendered mentally the age of a child. That lasted for about six months. After which, I have few memories of those years.
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