November 24, 2014 3:53 pm Werner K Stoebermann Warner Stoberman
So that screamy bitch started her shit up again. I just thought about that rapist, X, and her abuse and training with the "want the dress" thing and that bitch screams, stood in front of me holding a dress and told me to read. I heard myself reading some idiotic poem from junior high school, an embarrassing thing, and I thought, "Am I supposed to jump to the dress out of embarrassment, or is she trying to create an imprint that the dress thing supposedly started long after it really did, in 1967, first grade."
This bitch has been in my thoughts many times, and even more so since I thought about telling people to read this blog. She pulls mind games out of her ass and they all contradict the truth. She might be related to X or a friend of theirs. Everything X did is supposed to be pushed onto someone else.
I said that's some kind of therapy she has, abuse a rape and abuse victim with the same rape and abuse as it was and then trying to change the facts of who started it was and what it really was about. It's Nazi torture. I wonder how much she's being paid or if she does it for fun.
She even tries to train me, by my repeating the lies she says. Like "he thinks X was his mother." I don't and never did.
Monday, November 24, 2014
Friday, November 21, 2014
Novermber 21, 2014
November 21, 2014 4:11 pm Werner K Stoebermann Stobermann
Nothing new in real life today, just go to work, to the store and home. Finished putting in a new porch, but it took 3 months and there are still a few things to do with it.
Same old stuff at work. Some of the people that are delivering papers out of the warehouse also deliver another paper at another warehouse where my sister, J, manages. I remember how rude she treated me when I delivered some papers out of another warehouse. It got to the point that people who I didn't even know told her, "why the hell don't you get off his back?" I quit there because it really was nothing but trouble.
When I worked at a drug store in 1988, a coworker came up to me, after 5 months of working there, and asked if I was her brother. Then she said she went to grade school with J and started up a continuous series of questions, "J says your mother's crazy, is your mother really that crazy, she says she's crazy, she (J) had that baby with that Arab guy, is that true? did she have that baby with that guy?" Then she suddenly stopped and said, "You're not at all like J said you were." That's still the best compliment I've ever had.
I mention this because there is a guy at the warehouse I work at now who also delivers papers for J, and he's said things like, "You look like you're so out of it." Just last night, when I mentioned that I can't find my TV remote since I threw out the bed's box springs and knocked over the boxes that had the remote on it, he said, "So you're saying (or are you sure it wasn't that) you were drunk and knocked it over?" I told him I don't drink at all. Have never been a drinker or a problem drinker.
Years ago, I was smoking a cigarette with the car door open while waiting for the newspapers and some guy came running over and said, "Oh, I thought you were smoking pot." I wasn't. Haven't smoked pot since 1999, the year I started delivering papers.
A woman at the warehouse who knows my sister J, once said,just out of the blue, "I know you here voices. I know you do. What are they saying to you now? Huh? What are they saying now, ha ha."
I just stood there until she was finished and said, "Uhhh, they're telling me not to pay attention to you." Years later, she also said to me, "What did you and J do?"
Where do these people get these ideas? I don't know them other than working at the warehouse. And since all but one of them I mentioned above, know J. With her history of badmouthing me and my mother, she's probably primed anyone she can to have the mindset of " oh, he's just crazy" and then the just look for any misspeak or dumb thing I do, so their first thought would be "he's crazy."
When anyone asks about her, I just tell them they probably know better than I do because I don't see her but maybe once every 6 years. And I'm going to keep it that way, and she's still pulling the same harassment she's pulled since 1984.
I have no problem telling people to google my name if they want to know anything. The first search result would be this blog and they can find out more than they would ever need to know.
I posted a few things in the forum for the first time in about 10 months. Some of the same people are still posting there, and the same problems. It's a good place to go.
As for the voices, X's (the rapist/abuser) family have been continuing their harassment. Always want me to put on a dress and play out their psychodramas they do when I'm asleep, and try to make me believe I have to wear a dress to be competent.
It's the training that X did in 1967 (see previous posts) that they are replaying, and some guy keeps saying "that is your point." He knows it isn't. He's being suckered into that to cover X's abusive ass. They want to take the rape and abuse of a child and turn it into some faggy or gender crap problem on a grown up.
They are despicable. I don't wear dresses, don't have the urge to wear dresses and they know it. They make themselves voices in the head to harass me, and they want to justify what X did years ago. With their intrusive thoughts, and psycho torture of "now you're incompetent. You pass the tests when you're "she."" I haven't taken any tests. From what I'm hearing, they have their questions with their prompted answers (way of intrusive thoughts) coming out of my mouth and then claim it's a split personality disorder.
It's the same abuse that was used on me 47 years ago. Like I tell them, I'd rather be the most incompetent man in the world than use the dress thing they try to train. What kind of psychiatrist would help them? Those other "personalities" are created by real people using decade's old abuse to keep me down and the abuser's asses covered.
Some real psychiatrist should look at this blog and see that they are just torturing me and trying to get an excuse for child abusers.
Nothing new in real life today, just go to work, to the store and home. Finished putting in a new porch, but it took 3 months and there are still a few things to do with it.
Same old stuff at work. Some of the people that are delivering papers out of the warehouse also deliver another paper at another warehouse where my sister, J, manages. I remember how rude she treated me when I delivered some papers out of another warehouse. It got to the point that people who I didn't even know told her, "why the hell don't you get off his back?" I quit there because it really was nothing but trouble.
When I worked at a drug store in 1988, a coworker came up to me, after 5 months of working there, and asked if I was her brother. Then she said she went to grade school with J and started up a continuous series of questions, "J says your mother's crazy, is your mother really that crazy, she says she's crazy, she (J) had that baby with that Arab guy, is that true? did she have that baby with that guy?" Then she suddenly stopped and said, "You're not at all like J said you were." That's still the best compliment I've ever had.
I mention this because there is a guy at the warehouse I work at now who also delivers papers for J, and he's said things like, "You look like you're so out of it." Just last night, when I mentioned that I can't find my TV remote since I threw out the bed's box springs and knocked over the boxes that had the remote on it, he said, "So you're saying (or are you sure it wasn't that) you were drunk and knocked it over?" I told him I don't drink at all. Have never been a drinker or a problem drinker.
Years ago, I was smoking a cigarette with the car door open while waiting for the newspapers and some guy came running over and said, "Oh, I thought you were smoking pot." I wasn't. Haven't smoked pot since 1999, the year I started delivering papers.
A woman at the warehouse who knows my sister J, once said,just out of the blue, "I know you here voices. I know you do. What are they saying to you now? Huh? What are they saying now, ha ha."
I just stood there until she was finished and said, "Uhhh, they're telling me not to pay attention to you." Years later, she also said to me, "What did you and J do?"
Where do these people get these ideas? I don't know them other than working at the warehouse. And since all but one of them I mentioned above, know J. With her history of badmouthing me and my mother, she's probably primed anyone she can to have the mindset of " oh, he's just crazy" and then the just look for any misspeak or dumb thing I do, so their first thought would be "he's crazy."
When anyone asks about her, I just tell them they probably know better than I do because I don't see her but maybe once every 6 years. And I'm going to keep it that way, and she's still pulling the same harassment she's pulled since 1984.
I have no problem telling people to google my name if they want to know anything. The first search result would be this blog and they can find out more than they would ever need to know.
I posted a few things in the forum for the first time in about 10 months. Some of the same people are still posting there, and the same problems. It's a good place to go.
As for the voices, X's (the rapist/abuser) family have been continuing their harassment. Always want me to put on a dress and play out their psychodramas they do when I'm asleep, and try to make me believe I have to wear a dress to be competent.
It's the training that X did in 1967 (see previous posts) that they are replaying, and some guy keeps saying "that is your point." He knows it isn't. He's being suckered into that to cover X's abusive ass. They want to take the rape and abuse of a child and turn it into some faggy or gender crap problem on a grown up.
They are despicable. I don't wear dresses, don't have the urge to wear dresses and they know it. They make themselves voices in the head to harass me, and they want to justify what X did years ago. With their intrusive thoughts, and psycho torture of "now you're incompetent. You pass the tests when you're "she."" I haven't taken any tests. From what I'm hearing, they have their questions with their prompted answers (way of intrusive thoughts) coming out of my mouth and then claim it's a split personality disorder.
It's the same abuse that was used on me 47 years ago. Like I tell them, I'd rather be the most incompetent man in the world than use the dress thing they try to train. What kind of psychiatrist would help them? Those other "personalities" are created by real people using decade's old abuse to keep me down and the abuser's asses covered.
Some real psychiatrist should look at this blog and see that they are just torturing me and trying to get an excuse for child abusers.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
November 1, 2014
November 1, 2014 9:57 pm Werner K Stoebermann Stoberman Stoeberman
So this bitch keeps coming around and claiming to be my "other personality." She was there June 3, 1985 when X and her relatives replayed the TP thing. She's a real person that X's family use as a head game.
When she showed up years ago (after the June 3, 1985 thing), she said that she is my conscience. I told her she wasn't, I don't have a female conscience. Then she said for me to think of her as being "on" my conscience. I said she wasn't. I don't have a guilty conscience about anyone. Then she said that I should think of her as "Cindy." I told her that the people who are using her must not think much of her and she might as well be half dead because the Cindy they want me to think of when she said that was a murder victim around the time of the McC store thing.
X's relatives are trying to turn X's abuse of me into a faggy, split personality, "he's insane" cover story. X trained me to "want the dress" when I was 7, in 1967, by buying my sister a dress and telling me, "You want the dress. I know you do. You can't have it until you say what we want." This is also the event they want to use to work in their "he was soooooo jealous of his sister." Bullshit.
I really never had much in common with my sisters and haven't had much of anything to do with them in the past 35 years. I didn't even know they had a big party for my mom's 85th birthday last year. And it didn't bother me at all. I would never have gone anyway because I know they are playing head games with me and my mother and they are doing it on behalf of X's relatives to cover X's ass.
It really all comes down to covering X's raping and abusing by trying to turn them into a phony psychobabbly profile of me.
So, she shows up again and I cut to the chase and told her that I know why she is here, which is to read to me what those harassers want me to repeat later as a dog and pony show in public so they can dupe their audience/victims they lie to.
I told her I'm not her and she's not me, she's a real life person. Then X's son, FF, the one who got his hair pulled out by his father in 1970, pointed in the direction where that woman was standing and said, "Who is that?" When I looked to my left, I saw myself as I was in a picture that X had of me.
When my sister got married in 1980 or so, I was drunk and someone must have taken a picture of me. Later, X showed up and gave me a cardboard tube with a poster sized copy of that picture. My face, all red and embarrassed. I didn't think much of it since it's been a lifetime of X trying to humiliate me and others to keep us intimidated. That was her life when it comes to certain people--trying to keep them down and control them.
So when FF said, "Who is that?" I said, when seeing, by their prompting or might have shown me a mirror, I said, "That's me thinking you're (FF) stupid."
This guy who, when I was in the emergency room at the hospital for a bleeding ulcer, claimed to be my doctor and said he thought I tried to kill myself and said, "We talked about this before." I thought, "I've never seen you in my life." Then he scribbled something in a folder and left. He was really agitated.
He's in charge of getting their phony profile out in public. And he keeps suggesting I kill myself, just like that "think of me as Cindy" woman said years ago, "You'll never be complete until you try to kill yourself for real." They are dangerous people.
I'm not suicidal at all and they create imprints and then 'wake them up' when I don't cooperate, like I'm not cooperating right now by writing this.
OH goes on and on about how I have to finish "this," and that they want me put away. How dumb are they? They have a load of shit they need me to agree to and it's just not going to happen. I would never agree with their crap because it is contrived bullshit and I would never agree to being "treated" by them.
He keeps getting me to associate with what he says. He's just a Nazi putting his victims through hell. It is probably one of X's brothers or that cop the neighbor girl married years ago, the girl that X trained me to accuse of molesting me in the last '60s. After OH caught me and her son at OH's house, OH asked her sister, X the rapist, who started this stuff with me, X's husband prompted me with a head nod to say who it was and when I hesitated, X said, "you can say it," and I named the neighbor girl. OH told my mom she was so sorry and "oh, you poor woman."
I just laughed because I knew X had pulled the wool over her drunken sister's eyes. That was July 1971, four years after X started her abuse. That neighbor girl didn't do anything to me and I still wonder if she ever found out that for the past 43 years she's been called a child molester by X's family. And it is X's family who accuses everyone and anything, not me, because it is they who are training and controlling people to cause trouble.
X's family keeps throwing loads of their shit at me hoping something will stick. They say I just have to verify their lies and everything will be better, but they are criminals, they will never leave their victims alone. I tell them they are a voice in the head and I don't bargain with voices in the head.
They murdered someone and trying to cover it up by screwing over witnesses, they will never stop. And don't forget that they are real people and no one has to buy some peace and quiet by agreeing with their fucked up cover stories.
And now the voices, especially that guy, are getting me to think a bunch of crap that discredits me and agrees with them. They tell lies to people and then tell their victims, "We already told everyone, now you just have to agree." No, I don't have to agree, especially since they are really despicable liars. The truth is here in this blog.
And now I'm supposed to associate things I just wrote with other things or thoughts that they claim "prove their point" They always want me to associate with words and things that wouldn't be my associations. Every time they're around, things are supposed to have some other meaning, and no surprise they imprint other meaning to serve their purpose.
There's only one meaning to what I write. They are real people forcing me to listen to their lies and then get me to think about their lies and then claim that that is what I think. They'll look at me point to themselves and say, "I blah blah blah..." And I tell them, "Am I supposed to repeat that later to make it look like I'm saying the crap you're telling me now?" I know how they do their shit.
The day before I went to the Navy and was over at X's house and she pulled her usual crap on me and my parents, at one point she woke me up and said, "Don't you remember your Uncle John?" I looked and it wasn't my uncle. It was probably her brother, and it might be the guy who is now fucking me over.
Notice that if you took out the question mark at the end of the quote above, you'll get a command. Another thing they use to make themselves look innocent. "We're just having innocent conversations. We're not telling him what to say." and on and on. And when I tell them to shove their faggy shit up their asses, they say, "We didn't mention it, you did." And I say, "You're the ones who prompt the thoughts and then use them against me."
I don't want to be controlled by those people, and they know as well as I do that they are waking up X's little rape victim to get what they want, which is to cover X's dead ass and now their own asses because they really have turned themselves into criminals because of her.
But, I'll just keep reminding them why they are really here. It's not about me or anyone else, it is about their rapist, X, and they should stop blaming other people for the crimes they are committing.
So this bitch keeps coming around and claiming to be my "other personality." She was there June 3, 1985 when X and her relatives replayed the TP thing. She's a real person that X's family use as a head game.
When she showed up years ago (after the June 3, 1985 thing), she said that she is my conscience. I told her she wasn't, I don't have a female conscience. Then she said for me to think of her as being "on" my conscience. I said she wasn't. I don't have a guilty conscience about anyone. Then she said that I should think of her as "Cindy." I told her that the people who are using her must not think much of her and she might as well be half dead because the Cindy they want me to think of when she said that was a murder victim around the time of the McC store thing.
X's relatives are trying to turn X's abuse of me into a faggy, split personality, "he's insane" cover story. X trained me to "want the dress" when I was 7, in 1967, by buying my sister a dress and telling me, "You want the dress. I know you do. You can't have it until you say what we want." This is also the event they want to use to work in their "he was soooooo jealous of his sister." Bullshit.
I really never had much in common with my sisters and haven't had much of anything to do with them in the past 35 years. I didn't even know they had a big party for my mom's 85th birthday last year. And it didn't bother me at all. I would never have gone anyway because I know they are playing head games with me and my mother and they are doing it on behalf of X's relatives to cover X's ass.
It really all comes down to covering X's raping and abusing by trying to turn them into a phony psychobabbly profile of me.
So, she shows up again and I cut to the chase and told her that I know why she is here, which is to read to me what those harassers want me to repeat later as a dog and pony show in public so they can dupe their audience/victims they lie to.
I told her I'm not her and she's not me, she's a real life person. Then X's son, FF, the one who got his hair pulled out by his father in 1970, pointed in the direction where that woman was standing and said, "Who is that?" When I looked to my left, I saw myself as I was in a picture that X had of me.
When my sister got married in 1980 or so, I was drunk and someone must have taken a picture of me. Later, X showed up and gave me a cardboard tube with a poster sized copy of that picture. My face, all red and embarrassed. I didn't think much of it since it's been a lifetime of X trying to humiliate me and others to keep us intimidated. That was her life when it comes to certain people--trying to keep them down and control them.
So when FF said, "Who is that?" I said, when seeing, by their prompting or might have shown me a mirror, I said, "That's me thinking you're (FF) stupid."
This guy who, when I was in the emergency room at the hospital for a bleeding ulcer, claimed to be my doctor and said he thought I tried to kill myself and said, "We talked about this before." I thought, "I've never seen you in my life." Then he scribbled something in a folder and left. He was really agitated.
He's in charge of getting their phony profile out in public. And he keeps suggesting I kill myself, just like that "think of me as Cindy" woman said years ago, "You'll never be complete until you try to kill yourself for real." They are dangerous people.
I'm not suicidal at all and they create imprints and then 'wake them up' when I don't cooperate, like I'm not cooperating right now by writing this.
OH goes on and on about how I have to finish "this," and that they want me put away. How dumb are they? They have a load of shit they need me to agree to and it's just not going to happen. I would never agree with their crap because it is contrived bullshit and I would never agree to being "treated" by them.
He keeps getting me to associate with what he says. He's just a Nazi putting his victims through hell. It is probably one of X's brothers or that cop the neighbor girl married years ago, the girl that X trained me to accuse of molesting me in the last '60s. After OH caught me and her son at OH's house, OH asked her sister, X the rapist, who started this stuff with me, X's husband prompted me with a head nod to say who it was and when I hesitated, X said, "you can say it," and I named the neighbor girl. OH told my mom she was so sorry and "oh, you poor woman."
I just laughed because I knew X had pulled the wool over her drunken sister's eyes. That was July 1971, four years after X started her abuse. That neighbor girl didn't do anything to me and I still wonder if she ever found out that for the past 43 years she's been called a child molester by X's family. And it is X's family who accuses everyone and anything, not me, because it is they who are training and controlling people to cause trouble.
X's family keeps throwing loads of their shit at me hoping something will stick. They say I just have to verify their lies and everything will be better, but they are criminals, they will never leave their victims alone. I tell them they are a voice in the head and I don't bargain with voices in the head.
They murdered someone and trying to cover it up by screwing over witnesses, they will never stop. And don't forget that they are real people and no one has to buy some peace and quiet by agreeing with their fucked up cover stories.
And now the voices, especially that guy, are getting me to think a bunch of crap that discredits me and agrees with them. They tell lies to people and then tell their victims, "We already told everyone, now you just have to agree." No, I don't have to agree, especially since they are really despicable liars. The truth is here in this blog.
And now I'm supposed to associate things I just wrote with other things or thoughts that they claim "prove their point" They always want me to associate with words and things that wouldn't be my associations. Every time they're around, things are supposed to have some other meaning, and no surprise they imprint other meaning to serve their purpose.
There's only one meaning to what I write. They are real people forcing me to listen to their lies and then get me to think about their lies and then claim that that is what I think. They'll look at me point to themselves and say, "I blah blah blah..." And I tell them, "Am I supposed to repeat that later to make it look like I'm saying the crap you're telling me now?" I know how they do their shit.
The day before I went to the Navy and was over at X's house and she pulled her usual crap on me and my parents, at one point she woke me up and said, "Don't you remember your Uncle John?" I looked and it wasn't my uncle. It was probably her brother, and it might be the guy who is now fucking me over.
Notice that if you took out the question mark at the end of the quote above, you'll get a command. Another thing they use to make themselves look innocent. "We're just having innocent conversations. We're not telling him what to say." and on and on. And when I tell them to shove their faggy shit up their asses, they say, "We didn't mention it, you did." And I say, "You're the ones who prompt the thoughts and then use them against me."
I don't want to be controlled by those people, and they know as well as I do that they are waking up X's little rape victim to get what they want, which is to cover X's dead ass and now their own asses because they really have turned themselves into criminals because of her.
But, I'll just keep reminding them why they are really here. It's not about me or anyone else, it is about their rapist, X, and they should stop blaming other people for the crimes they are committing.
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