A retired doctor who takes part in a climate change protest can only be a wonderful person. Why are there so few like her?
My witness showed up!. I thought she did a great job. My lawyer said it was a disaster and was shouting at her afterwards. This was one of those rare moments where instead of getting depressed, I had a moment of truth, that it was my lawyer who was keeping me in this dreadful state. She used to be good but changed after her partner was shot dead. Now negative, pessimistic, talking to me like I am convicted for life already. The girl witness forgot the names of two bars I had taken her and her friends to, but had in her written stat0ement made 4 years ago. A fellow prisoner there, policeman with rape accusation, said that was no big deal and in any case, what mattered was her describing my character. It's too late to change lawyer and only one hearing and character witness left. Lawyer is actually guilty of taking my money and not preparing the witness properly but the fact my witness made mistakes I thought made her look more honest because non scripted, all this happened a long time ago and she had forgotten minor details, same as I had. The prosecutor gave her a chance to correct re. the bars and didn't ask her any horrid questions. What's your impression having read this?
While in court, I witnessed something shocking. A man had raped a 7 year old girl. He was able to change his plea to guilty, pay the mother there and then about £300, and convicted just 3 years on lesser charge of serious assault. I've been in prison nearly 5 years having committed no crime, but "intending" to commit one. It's totally absurd. Child rape must be really common in this horrid country, probably less than 10% of cases make it to court. It's "look at what those nasty foreigners do in our country, we'd never do such a thing" when serious crime is endemic here.
When I got back to my dungeon, I heard squeaking noises under my bed and found two newly born kittens. I had no choice but to throw them out. Then the mother came back and had three more. Cats here keep rat population down but become the new vermin themselves. The mother cat was one I had been feeding scraps to who lived just outside my cell and sometimes came in by climbing up through the gaps in the metal gate. Cats just like the people here, you help them and they exploit you for it.
Regarding my medications, I can't come off quetiapine anti-psychotics because they're the only thing that work. It's possible that an overwhelmingly hopeless life situation can overpower the effects of ADs but I'm going to try an atypical one called Tramazone or something like that once my brother in law has seen his nice pharmacist. Convincing the psychiatrist won't be hard unless she is an expert on that particular drug.
Hope you are well.
Chris (my real name)