Tarri
Jedi Master
I am going to tell the forum of my recent and traumatic experience involving two individuals. Before I get into it,for those of you reading this that are new. If I had not been doing some serious studying in the area of emotional triggers, staying focused in times of great stress, and truly trying to see the reality for what it is and not what you believe it to be, I would be in danger of having my life ruined. No joke.
I met a woman in her early 20's who is a care provider for my house mate. Her and I hit it off immediately. She is vibrant and positive. Very energetic and engaging. We liked the same music and loved to cook etc. You get the picture. We talked together a lot when she had down time. Texted and spoke on the phone. This went on for about a month. It felt like how Mom and I felt when we were together. That is where I became blinded. She began telling me about her stepdad. How he worked for the same agency that determined the hours I was allowed for care staff each month. She felt that I could get more hours if I needed them. That her stepdad would be able to help me as he new people.
While this is all going on.... not long after she started and while other staff from different parts of her support team where in and out of the house, my pain meds began missing. I had them in the kitchen with all my other meds. There are two medicine drawers. Mine and my house mates. In all the time before I had moved in to the year that I have been there, never had there been a problem. To shorten this telling considerably, I went from putting them in my room, to putting them in an old lock box I had. They were still being taken. I was 80% convinced that it was me, that I was getting up and moving them while I was half asleep. I mean how could they disappear out of the lock box?
Well, I was told by this staff girl, my "friend" that her stepdad wanted to set up an appointment to meet with me. That he would call me. I waited and waited, and she would ask if he had called me yet. I told her no, so she suggested I text him as he was very busy and it had just slipped his mind. So I texted him. Making me the one who reached out to him. Set up #1. He called me an hour later. Imagine that. He asked me where I wanted to meet him. Thus I set up the meeting. Set up #2.
Let me say that something that I considered strange at the time happened once the meeting was set up. The girl, that was such a great friend.... began acting as if we were just acquaintances thought perhaps I had offended her in some way. I questioned her about it and she said she was just tired. You would have thought I would have gotten it. Now here is where it gets really important to pass along to others. I remember getting a butterfly light touch of unease. I was being given a warning and I could not get past the friendship I felt was in danger of being hurt. That little warning is so light it was easy to just let it go as being your imagination. Over reacting. I was so very wrong.
I went to the meeting. He was so nice, caring, thoughtful, ingratiating. What started the warning touch to get stronger is he kept asking me how I was. Was I in much pain. He's not a dr. what does he care. He told me he worked for the same company that provided my staff. He kept repeating over and over that he was a peace officer for the company. He protected people from harm. As he is edging this trigger into my mind, he begins telling me how he can help me. He said that he could make a call on Monday and I would get more food stamps right away. Ok, I am a slow dork, who takes a while to know she is being had. But that remark right there told me that this was not what I "would like it" to seem. I was now curious and a little scared. But I wanted to finish it to see where the ending led. He also told me that he could get me more hours with the state. When I had my evaluation which would happen next week, (impossible) all I had to do was exaggerate my problems, let him, he would be with me, let him answer most of the questions, ( if the evaluator allowed this than they were in on it also) and by the middle of next month I would have 100 hours a month instead of 37 a month. He told me that of course I would not need all 100 hours and that he would work a couple hours a wee and I would have another care provider that would work maybe another 35 ( which gave me no more than I had now) and than when HE was paid for the extra hours he would give me a financial "gift" with part of it.
It gets worse.
He mentioned again that he was a peace officer and was there anything I needed to tell him. I told him about the theft of my pain meds, and my opal ring I had gotten when mom was alive. He dramatically hung his head and asked of they had started being taken when his stepdaughter had started working there. I was so stunned to hear it out in the open I actually broke down and cried.
I still do not know why he did this. The girl knew I was aware that meds were missing. She was aware that I knew my ring was missing. He told me he would let the girls mother know ( who I found out through my housemates mother OWNED THE COMPANY) Are you following all this?
He called me the following morning to ask if I wanted him to begin getting me started on all of it. I told him that I really wasn't comfortable with it and that I would have to decline. He said he was really sorry to hear that. And that is the last I have heard of him.
I went to the housemates mother about all of this. A good thing I did. She said that the man (not her stepdad, but a friend) had called her and told her that I had approached him because I wanted more hours. She also said she spoke to the girl, her daughters staff, and she does not believe she stole my meds and ring Even though her daughter is missing meds herself, and also missing $125 in cash that was in her room. If this girl is allowed to continue working I will be around her for the next month. Believe me, I am going to stay as far away as possible. I am not allowed to lock my door from the outside because of fire regulations in the house. The landlord is going to put a camera up but it will be to little to late. By the time its ordered, arrives and is put up the girl will be gone. I need to just make sure I stay VERY aware. I have put what I can in as safe a place as possible.
Do you know what my main regret is besides not listening to my intuition? It took me a long time to allow my self to try and make friends again. After the fiasco with my brother I did not trust anyone. I do not see myself trusting anyone but myself for the time I am on this planet. THAT IS SAD.
All input is appreciated. But please don't knock me in the head to hard. I am still trying to deal with the fact that I did it again. At least I have the knowledge that I learned from this site, its info. I may have waited until the zenith hour to 'get it'. But I did. Hope all this will help someone here.
Also keep in mind this is a VERY watered down version of how it all went down. Her setting me up and my refusal to listen to my higher intuition was like a spiders web. Very elaborate. She took her time. I am still trying to process it.
Tarri
I met a woman in her early 20's who is a care provider for my house mate. Her and I hit it off immediately. She is vibrant and positive. Very energetic and engaging. We liked the same music and loved to cook etc. You get the picture. We talked together a lot when she had down time. Texted and spoke on the phone. This went on for about a month. It felt like how Mom and I felt when we were together. That is where I became blinded. She began telling me about her stepdad. How he worked for the same agency that determined the hours I was allowed for care staff each month. She felt that I could get more hours if I needed them. That her stepdad would be able to help me as he new people.
While this is all going on.... not long after she started and while other staff from different parts of her support team where in and out of the house, my pain meds began missing. I had them in the kitchen with all my other meds. There are two medicine drawers. Mine and my house mates. In all the time before I had moved in to the year that I have been there, never had there been a problem. To shorten this telling considerably, I went from putting them in my room, to putting them in an old lock box I had. They were still being taken. I was 80% convinced that it was me, that I was getting up and moving them while I was half asleep. I mean how could they disappear out of the lock box?
Well, I was told by this staff girl, my "friend" that her stepdad wanted to set up an appointment to meet with me. That he would call me. I waited and waited, and she would ask if he had called me yet. I told her no, so she suggested I text him as he was very busy and it had just slipped his mind. So I texted him. Making me the one who reached out to him. Set up #1. He called me an hour later. Imagine that. He asked me where I wanted to meet him. Thus I set up the meeting. Set up #2.
Let me say that something that I considered strange at the time happened once the meeting was set up. The girl, that was such a great friend.... began acting as if we were just acquaintances thought perhaps I had offended her in some way. I questioned her about it and she said she was just tired. You would have thought I would have gotten it. Now here is where it gets really important to pass along to others. I remember getting a butterfly light touch of unease. I was being given a warning and I could not get past the friendship I felt was in danger of being hurt. That little warning is so light it was easy to just let it go as being your imagination. Over reacting. I was so very wrong.
I went to the meeting. He was so nice, caring, thoughtful, ingratiating. What started the warning touch to get stronger is he kept asking me how I was. Was I in much pain. He's not a dr. what does he care. He told me he worked for the same company that provided my staff. He kept repeating over and over that he was a peace officer for the company. He protected people from harm. As he is edging this trigger into my mind, he begins telling me how he can help me. He said that he could make a call on Monday and I would get more food stamps right away. Ok, I am a slow dork, who takes a while to know she is being had. But that remark right there told me that this was not what I "would like it" to seem. I was now curious and a little scared. But I wanted to finish it to see where the ending led. He also told me that he could get me more hours with the state. When I had my evaluation which would happen next week, (impossible) all I had to do was exaggerate my problems, let him, he would be with me, let him answer most of the questions, ( if the evaluator allowed this than they were in on it also) and by the middle of next month I would have 100 hours a month instead of 37 a month. He told me that of course I would not need all 100 hours and that he would work a couple hours a wee and I would have another care provider that would work maybe another 35 ( which gave me no more than I had now) and than when HE was paid for the extra hours he would give me a financial "gift" with part of it.
It gets worse.
He mentioned again that he was a peace officer and was there anything I needed to tell him. I told him about the theft of my pain meds, and my opal ring I had gotten when mom was alive. He dramatically hung his head and asked of they had started being taken when his stepdaughter had started working there. I was so stunned to hear it out in the open I actually broke down and cried.
I still do not know why he did this. The girl knew I was aware that meds were missing. She was aware that I knew my ring was missing. He told me he would let the girls mother know ( who I found out through my housemates mother OWNED THE COMPANY) Are you following all this?
He called me the following morning to ask if I wanted him to begin getting me started on all of it. I told him that I really wasn't comfortable with it and that I would have to decline. He said he was really sorry to hear that. And that is the last I have heard of him.
I went to the housemates mother about all of this. A good thing I did. She said that the man (not her stepdad, but a friend) had called her and told her that I had approached him because I wanted more hours. She also said she spoke to the girl, her daughters staff, and she does not believe she stole my meds and ring Even though her daughter is missing meds herself, and also missing $125 in cash that was in her room. If this girl is allowed to continue working I will be around her for the next month. Believe me, I am going to stay as far away as possible. I am not allowed to lock my door from the outside because of fire regulations in the house. The landlord is going to put a camera up but it will be to little to late. By the time its ordered, arrives and is put up the girl will be gone. I need to just make sure I stay VERY aware. I have put what I can in as safe a place as possible.
Do you know what my main regret is besides not listening to my intuition? It took me a long time to allow my self to try and make friends again. After the fiasco with my brother I did not trust anyone. I do not see myself trusting anyone but myself for the time I am on this planet. THAT IS SAD.
All input is appreciated. But please don't knock me in the head to hard. I am still trying to deal with the fact that I did it again. At least I have the knowledge that I learned from this site, its info. I may have waited until the zenith hour to 'get it'. But I did. Hope all this will help someone here.
Also keep in mind this is a VERY watered down version of how it all went down. Her setting me up and my refusal to listen to my higher intuition was like a spiders web. Very elaborate. She took her time. I am still trying to process it.
Tarri
