For Family Conference - Uncle Rudy Tan Seng Kok
- Stopped me from going to church camp - the bonding and fellowship with my friends in church. Stiffling me, boxing me up!
- Not in his favor, scold the Judge Wong Keen Onn "stupid" and said he wants to "faster go party", don't want to..
- On the 4th of January 2014 10am He called my father again, orchestrated, bring my mother to get diagnosed as depression with a psychiatrist. He drove me to IMH, got my father "are you siao not?".
He is the devil himself. And to think he was such a nice person.
And psychiatrists can't be trusted - wrongly diagnosed me as schizophrenic - and then my uncle would say go from bipolar to schizophrenic etc.
If he is not locked up in bars, he will ruin not only my family, but my grandma's my second cousin - also trying to get my grandma diagnosed - as dementia. Don't get me wrong! All these are legit. If you are really.. you know. But my grandma is a normal person. She just has "dementia" because can you imagine? Go be stuck in your house 24/7 la! See whether you have dementia or not!
And the Joshua (my cousin) keeps on listening to him!
He is out to kill, steal and destroy.
He knows that my mother is out to care for me. And he wants to cripple it.
- Basic - for him to consent to me having a Personal Protection Order. against him.
- Stole my books, which contains my friend's contact numbers and personal, private information. My thoughts, my private affairs.
- Return my formal shirt
- return my journals I wrote in the hospital - contains letters I want to write to a church pastor.
tell of the story of pornography - return my laptop and return my bag and everything.
Throw away my hamster cage
Letterbox key
Throw away my chairs
- change my fuse etc
- threw away my multi plug charger. 6 pin.
- On the 2 January 2014 5:59pm, my mother pushed me fought with me when I tried to get the soft cushy chair in the master bedroom to put it in the living room.
Not able to sit under the fan. Chairs all taken away by my uncle and cousin.
Took away my journals - because you don't want me to write about the mistreat of nurses right?
- My story - journal
Took all our scissors away.
The green basket that stores our clothes is not to be seen ever.
- Never to say the word "si ka hou" la. Meaning "go and die better la".
- If my sister going to University, can I bunk in her place and visit her? Bunk when family got problems, visit to maintain connection.
- many times I slept in the corridor. On the cold hard floor. With clothes as the mattress.
- my letter from the CEO of IMH to congratulate and proof of mistreat by Nurses has been taken away by him.
- alot of things I put in my dining table outside are missing.
- say want to fix our bathroom door, say until 5 years later also never do anything.
- say want to ask and pay people to paint my room, 3 months later also blank as hell. - not only that. Also tore down all my posters. Forcing me to do it.
- influenced my father to throw away my hamster cage. - return it with money. I let the hamster be free so that it can bite my father when he scolds me.
- always throwing people's things away instead. He is the one out to kill, steal and destroy.
- controlling, controlling and overpowering!!!!!!!
- pushy pushy and always pushing people!
- the hang clothes outside taken away by my uncle
- pants taken away by my uncle. Black pants
- when my friend came to my house, bought tau huay for my friend and dinner for my father - chai tau kuay for him and packet rice. Normal times will not do that. Never bought a thing for me before. Especially I in the hospital, never buy anything for me, not even a KFC.
- wanted to get my friend's number
- been calling my dad and telling him I don't eat medicine I won't be well etc.
-called my father and ask "you took the friend's number already or not."
- in front of my friend, when she don't agree, go to my room and say "your room, see! It's a mess!" , nodding his head, he flicked out his camera and said "I take a picture". And then gave the kaching sound from the camera.
IRRITATING.
- tore down all my posters I put in front of wei ping's room.
What Is Family Violence?
Family violence as defined by the Women’s Charter as follows:
willfully or knowingly placing or attempting to place a family member in fear of hurt
causing hurt to a family member by an act which he or she ought to know would cause and result in hurt
wrongful confining or restraining a family member against their will
causing continual harassment with intent to cause anguish to a family member, including verbal abuse, psychological or emotional abuse.
The following acts are considered to be acts of family violence:
Physical abuse
Physical acts such as punching, kicking, pushing, choking, slapping, bruising or hitting with objects
Denial of food or water, sleep, shelter or medicine
Unwanted sexual behavior such as forcing sexual activity on the family member, including one’s spouse
Psychological abuse
Insulting or humiliating a person
Intimidating a person by screaming, making threats, harassment or destroying property
Emotional blackmail or using emotions to manipulate a person
Demeaning a person in front of others or in public places
Monitoring and controlling a person’s activities and relationships
Persistent hostility, including ignoring or blatantly rejecting a person
Confining a person within the home or stopping a person from going somewhere
Click on these links for more information
• Dealing with family violence
• What can I do if I’m facing family violence?
• Getting a Personal Protection Order (PPO)
• Making a Safety Plan
• How to help a friend/relative/neighbour facing family violence
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Saturday, January 4, 2014
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Blardy farken SKP. (Sua Ku Pek.) God.
The first time I ever stepped into IMH was 15 years old. When my bloody farken uncle drove me there because I spoke shit to him after he tried to control me.
When I was there, I heard this LOUD WAIL like a recurring siren. It was a screaming woman. It was in the Clinic and most probably she was tied up on the bed. I was so scared.
And then my bloody farken uncle had to say: "Ahh, one day, you will become like her." Fuck you. Instead of saying nice things and encouraging me, you want me to be tied up and be stressed and scream like a banshee?! And fuck you? You drove me to IMH for no fuck rhyme or reason?! Fuck you! You ruined my life!
From that day onwards, when they had tours around IMH when I was Secondary 3, I was like sniggering to myself like, hey, I've been here.
FML and F M Uncle!
Just if you think "what did I speak?" I hated his rulings so I acted STUPID in front of him. I spoke in a high pitched voice. Why? I HOPED he will get irritated and GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE! Seriously, there is something wrong with the bloody ol' farken uncle. Messed up in the blardy brains. Instead of helping your niece, he sends you to place I am Terrified of. If not for HCC, I would still not go to that place. A house on a hill. ...
My irritation to him was good because I was squeezing the screaming side and 'caring' side of him. He has this ~nonchalant~ ~cool~ EXTERIOR of him but when irritated and screwed by me, his flustered side comes out. I love that.
Advice to parents and uncles: Your kids don't want to see a Fake Cool exterior of you overpowering a child. Your kids want to see you fret over them, worry over them, sweat over them! That's what keeps the kids happy! It is the OBVIOUS care and concern that can make the kids KNOW. If not, the kid might feel 1. Threatened. and 2. Squashed down, 3. Intimidated.
Just like our school's education system. If your subject teachers come in with a lackadaisical attitude, you know I know some classmates of mine hates it!
They want personal attention from the teacher. They want the teacher to think over them. They WANT TO SEE EFFORT placed into them.
JUST like my uncle. Not some cocky, swagger-displaying uncle! But a humble, teachable, teaching and LOVING uncle!
GAWD.
I want to smoke and die.
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When I was there, I heard this LOUD WAIL like a recurring siren. It was a screaming woman. It was in the Clinic and most probably she was tied up on the bed. I was so scared.
And then my bloody farken uncle had to say: "Ahh, one day, you will become like her." Fuck you. Instead of saying nice things and encouraging me, you want me to be tied up and be stressed and scream like a banshee?! And fuck you? You drove me to IMH for no fuck rhyme or reason?! Fuck you! You ruined my life!
From that day onwards, when they had tours around IMH when I was Secondary 3, I was like sniggering to myself like, hey, I've been here.
FML and F M Uncle!
Just if you think "what did I speak?" I hated his rulings so I acted STUPID in front of him. I spoke in a high pitched voice. Why? I HOPED he will get irritated and GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE! Seriously, there is something wrong with the bloody ol' farken uncle. Messed up in the blardy brains. Instead of helping your niece, he sends you to place I am Terrified of. If not for HCC, I would still not go to that place. A house on a hill. ...
My irritation to him was good because I was squeezing the screaming side and 'caring' side of him. He has this ~nonchalant~ ~cool~ EXTERIOR of him but when irritated and screwed by me, his flustered side comes out. I love that.
Advice to parents and uncles: Your kids don't want to see a Fake Cool exterior of you overpowering a child. Your kids want to see you fret over them, worry over them, sweat over them! That's what keeps the kids happy! It is the OBVIOUS care and concern that can make the kids KNOW. If not, the kid might feel 1. Threatened. and 2. Squashed down, 3. Intimidated.
Just like our school's education system. If your subject teachers come in with a lackadaisical attitude, you know I know some classmates of mine hates it!
They want personal attention from the teacher. They want the teacher to think over them. They WANT TO SEE EFFORT placed into them.
JUST like my uncle. Not some cocky, swagger-displaying uncle! But a humble, teachable, teaching and LOVING uncle!
GAWD.
I want to smoke and die.
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