My mother always brings up how strong I was as an infant. I guess the torture group heard about this and added it into my repertoire for most of my torture thus far. It’s only been in these schizophrenia phase years that my strength has faltered. I get tired easier. I’m still partially active in between torture attacks. I think the more torture activity they do the less they can concentrate on any one technology like the physical control technology.
One time I was required to get blood testing done. My seizure medication Tegretol was known for possible harm to the liver or something so I had to get routine blood work done. I was afraid of needles. I just was. As a torture victim I’ve been forced to act out some odd behavior. I resisted having my blood drawn. I was bribed, threatened and punished. One time my mother asked the hospital to force me to let them take my blood. I fought against ten male nurse at the age of ten and only lost the battle by giving up. My mother was upset but proud of me. She’s that kind of mother.
I was always the person to carry a shipping box full of office paper up the stairs. Nowadays that leaves me tired and aching for a little while. I used to be the one who would stand around forever and be my father’s lackey in the garage when we did big cleaning and organizing projects. Now I get winded early.
The only positive thing in this situation is that I used to get pain attacks associated with strenuous exercise and now I don’t. For all of my anxiety torture phase I would get terrible pain attacks the second day after I exercised. Not immediately afterwards or later, a day after the day of. The torture group was way off with this attack. They stopped doing this for my schizophrenia torture because they are doing so much other pain regularly they have no time for it.