Some things are confidential for a reason and should be kept that way. Those who know me, know that I wear my heart on my sleeve and I have no secrets. They also know that even though I may have lied in the past, I do so no longer.
Others who don’t know me as well as they think they do, still question me, doubt me and accuse me of making things up. This then is for them:
This is my brief medical history, which I have to take with me for my council housing meeting tomorrow, along with my current medication.
The plastic police and defective detectives know who they are and they read this. Well, read below. You’ll see that I didn’t lie about the testicular lump. I didn’t lie about the internal bleeding. I didn’t lie about the drugs overdoses. I didn’t lie about being diagnosed with Alcohol Dependence Syndrome. I didn’t lie about the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I didn’t lie about the depression, nor the depressive episodes. I didn’t lie about the rape. I didn’t lie about the injuries, broken bones and hospital admissions. And I didn’t lie about everything else which isn’t on here as this is just a brief medical history.
Enjoy your humble pie and careful you don’t choke on it.