Never Grown Up

My life during my time as a torture victim stopped maturing at the age of ten. I find myself in the exact same lifestyle now as a thirty-two year old that I was back then. This is strategic on the torture group’s part. It’s the way my torture has to be for the torture group to continue their control of my body. The technology and the computer system are not so advanced after all.

When my anxiety torture phase began at the age of ten I started regressing. My playtime games returned to playing tea with Barbie dolls and dressing up my dog. I had never actually been this immature. I remember being lost in the fantasy stories the torture group told me.

When I got to age eighteen the torture group did not allow me to progress to the next steps in adulthood. They kept me mostly as I was. I did manage to gain self-employment as a house cleaner with four clients. I worked for my mother for a while. But the torture group took away my jobs on the commencement of my schizophrenia torture.

I have never been on a date. In fact there’s a long list of normal things I’ve never done while a torture victim. I didn’t go to prom. Or graduation. I never got to have my own job. I’ve never had a license or owned a car. I’ve never even made enough money to support myself even as a renter in my parent’s house.

It’s because the torture group can’t control my body and also manage to oversee the typical barrage of demands of a busy life. The technology is lacking. They are literally doing the best they can. The computer struggles enough as it is when it’s doing what the torture group wants done.

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