That's the address of a video that I published on December 20, 2016; two days after I published it, I received the first letter from the property management's lawyers, demanding that I stop what the property management was characterizing as false accusations of voyeurism or I'd be forced to move from the apartment and other action would be taken against me.
The video documents what happened to me in a group therapy session when all I had done was talk about there being hidden, illegal cameras in my apartment. The person who was running the group, who was substituting for the person who had run it for years, assumed that I was psychotic for saying that the voyeurism was happening in my apartment, and she insisted that I be removed from the group. The video recorded my talking to the office supervisor, whom the therapist had sent her intern to ask to throw me out.
One of the women who regularly attended the group always brought several copies of the Metro newspaper to give to everyone. I couldn't say how many weeks I had attended that group, never saying anything about the lewd references to the voyeurism in my apartment that Metro published at its front page. If I had ever talked about the Metro newspaper hacking my phone or any of the people hacking the illegal, hidden cameras in the apartment and watching live video of me 24 hours per day, I might have been involuntarily committed to a mental hospital.
My publishing this video eventually resulted in my permanently being refused treatment by the Department of Gynecology at Boston Medical Center for the urogenital problem that I had had since September 2016; crazy is crazy as far whoever the hospital administrators were who objected to my publishing the video and who discovered my other blogs and the hate blogs that are published about me online. Patient Advocacy at Boston Medical Center did nothing and stopped answering my phone calls months ago. The physical problem hasn't resolved; if it's not resolved by this September, I'll have had it for a year.
That's a picture of the report from the appointment that I finally called to have at a doctor's office that's not associated with Boston Medical Center. I have an infection; I'm not Crazy Woman Who's Obsessed That She Has A Dirty Vagina And Tries To Have Gynecology Appointments For Her Psychosomatic Pain, which is what I'm assuming the people who denied me appropriate treatment at Boston Medical Center had decided to think.
I don't choose the addresses of videos that are published at YouTube.
Copyright L. Kochman, July 18, 2017 @ 11:29 a.m.
