#doctor molestation incident

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Female Doctor's Safety Sparks RIMS Doctors' Strike

Junior residents resume work after security demands met Key Points: • Strike follows molestation of female doctor in hospital lift • JDA demands include increased security guards and lift attendants • Doctors cite recent attacks on medical staff as cause for concern RANCHI – Junior resident doctors at Rajendra Institute of Medical Science (RIMS), Ranchi, returned to work Monday after a brief…

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The Williams Case 🐇

TW: Descriptions of sexual abuse against a child, mentions of drug/alcohol abuse, and descriptions of gore under the cut. Please proceed at your own risk.

Felix and Michelle met through mutual friends in high school, later committing to a serious relationship shortly after graduating. They married in their early twenties and had their first child in their late twenties. Felix worked as the pastor in Woodlyn’s local church as Michelle stayed at home with the baby. Their relationship flourished during these years.

After four years of being a stay at home mother, Michelle started using her husband’s absence to her advantage. She began having an affair with Ryan Olson, a prominent doctor of Woodlyn City. This affair lasted for two years before Felix found out, resulting in his resignation from office and stepping down as the pastor due to the severe mental health crisis he endured. His alcoholic habits returned from his high school years as well as his suicidal tendencies. Michelle filed for full custody over Lucian. The court favored Felix over her, giving him full custody with mandatory visitation for Michelle on the weekends. After filing for divorce, Michelle remarried with Ryan.

It wasn’t until Lucian started staying over the weekend with his mother that he showed signs of sexual abuse. Felix noticed these signs almost instantly and filed for full custody with no visitation with Michelle as long as she was married to Ryan. In a spur of desperation, Michelle switched the narrative and accused Felix of molestation instead.

The court ruled in Michelle’s favor after analyzing the evidence she provided to the court, seeing as she took photos of bruises and other injuries on Lucian, and ordered that he was removed from Felix’s care. Felix committed suicide less than a week later.

By this point, Michelle knew of the sexual abuse Lucian suffered by the hands of Ryan — she simply chose to ignore it. During their miserable marriage together, strained by alcohol/drug use and cheating, Michelle began a steady path toward prostitution. This caused her to lose touch with her husband and child for days on end, running off on a drug-induced frenzy. Ryan did not file for divorce in fear of losing contact with Lucian.

At the age of eight, Lucian finally came forward to his mother about the sexual abuse he endured in graphic detail. He explained he was drugged accordingly (considering Ryan had easy access to sedation pills) and would wake up to horrendous pain/injuries. He recalled even the first instance of this abuse, where Ryan had coerced him into giving oral sex while supposedly bathing him — he was only four years old. Michelle was supportive during the conversation and promised to get Lucian the proper help he needed, but disappeared without a trace by the time he was ten.

When he turned thirteen, Lucian began secretly dating David. He ran from home and stayed at his apartment for two years, attending Woodlyn High without any sort of contact from Ryan. The status of David and Lucian’s relationship was incredibly healthy, but not very stable. David influenced Lucian into gaining his smoking and drinking habits, ultimately leading to Lucian becoming addicted to alcohol as his father was.

By the age of fourteen, Lucian suffered through alcohol poisoning and was rushed to the hospital, almost losing his life. This put him in contact with Ryan again, as the hospital wanted his legal guardian to accept responsibility for his reckless behavior, but he did not return home.

After that incident, David decided to sober up with Lucian so he wouldn’t have to do it alone, abandoning the “party life” they were once pursuing. Their bond grew stronger because of this, but a new problem surfaced — cheating.

Lucian found out through his best friend Melanie. This obviously pushed him over the edge, seeing as he was already dealing with the stress of Ryan finding him. Instead of confronting David about it, he waited for him to leave again before destroying the entire apartment and all of his belongings.

Once he returned, Lucian wanted an explanation as to why he was cheating. David explained that he knew Lucian was too scared of having sex due to his past and, therefore, left him no choice but to cheat. Lucian, utterly broken by this, returned to Ryan that night.

It took only a few weeks before Ryan was back to his old ways again. Lucian endured one instance of this abuse again before deciding to take Ryan’s life. He drugged him, restrained him in the basement, and tortured him for two weeks before he ultimately succumbed to blood loss and various infections. Lucian then stripped the corpse of its flesh and hid the skeleton in the wall in order to preserve it.

*

Because Ryan was such a prominent member of Woodlyn City, being one of the best doctors, his disappearance was immediately recognized. Knowing this, Thomas recruited Lucian since he’d be desperate to keep himself from being suspected of the murder. Since then, Lucian has killed almost the entire population of sex offenders and potential child predators and plans to continue doing so. His string of sadistic killings are widely known throughout the city.

[ukrfeminism]

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Thousands of hospital staff are reporting claims of sexual assaults and harassment by patients, an investigation has found, prompting calls for ministers to address the “daily threat of abuse” faced by doctors and nurses.

More than 20,000 alleged incidents of sexual violence and sexual misconduct by patients on hospital staff were recorded in the five years to 2022 by 212 NHS trusts in England, freedom of information (FoI) requests by the Guardian and the British Medical Journal (BMJ) found.

The 20,928 cases accounted for just under 60% of the total alleged incidents trusts disclosed. Allegations included claims of rape, sexual assault, harassment, stalking and sexualised remarks.

Experts cautioned that the figures were likely to be a serious underestimate as staff are often deterred from making complaints when patients abuse them.

Deeba Syed, a senior legal officer at the Rights of Women helpline, said: “Women tell us they are expected to continue to care for patients who are abusive or harassing without efforts to adequately safeguard them from further harassment.

“We hear worrying reports of women feeling pressured into not raising formal grievances and instead being transferred to different departments or locations. They tell us it is argued that this is more expedient than moving the harassing patient, despite victims feeling this is unsafe to others and a punishment on them.���

Katie, not her real name, a junior doctor in the south-east of England, said patients had made sexual comments about her since she was a student.

“From the word go within clinical placement, I always felt very heavily sexualised by patients,” she said. “One time, when I had to get close up to a patient’s face to examine his eyes, the patient started licking his lips and rubbing himself. I was 19 or 20 at the time and the consultant had left the room – I was completely terrified.”

She said she has also experienced sinister, crude comments, like being asked if she was going to “pleasure” a male patient. Katie said she did not feel she could tell anyone as she found most of the consultants intimidating. 

The everyday harassment has made her reevaluate her career path and she is hoping to go into obstetrics and gynaecology so she does not have to treat men. “I find the sexual harassment affects me too much and makes me feel like shit.”

The Guardian and BMJ investigation found trusts recorded 35,606 sexual safety incidents, a term that covers a spectrum of behaviours from abusive remarks to rape, allegedly perpetrated by staff, patients or visitors in NHS hospitals in England between 2017 and 2022.

While the majority were cases of patient-on-staff abuse, nearly 7,500 were allegations of patients abusing other patients and more than 3,000 were cases of staff abusing patients.

Responding to the findings, Simon Fleming, an orthopaedic surgeon and co-author of a 2021 report on sexual assault in surgery for the Royal College of Surgeons, said the NHS needed to take a more robust approach to sexual misconduct by patients.

He said: “Patients abuse staff often. Some of this is normalised, some of it less so. What you permit, you promote, and the NHS needs to stop permitting patients and staff behaving in a way that makes healthcare less safe for all of us.”

Some NHS workers do feel able to speak out. Charlotte Miller, a paramedic at Westminster ambulance station, London, said her employers were “incredible” when she reported being molested while attending to a patient on Edgware Road, west London, in October 2022. The patient, Naveed Ahmed, in his mid-30s, was jailed for nine months in November 2022.

Miller said: “He had already told my crewmate and I we were sexy and had been leering at us, but then he grabbed my crotch. I was really shocked. I’ve had comments before, but that was the first time that someone actively tried to grope me. I didn’t know what he was going to do next.”

As soon as she radioed for help, the police were called and her station sent a colleague, along with an incident response officer. “I had all these phone calls from various managers to make sure I was OK, they told me to have the rest of my shift off and go home to rest. They constantly checked in on me in the days afterwards and helped support me while I made my statements to the police. I couldn’t ask for any better management, if I’m honest.

“I hope this will encourage other people to have the confidence to report these things,” she said.

Dr Becky Cox, a co-founder of Surviving in Scrubs, said: “The stark findings of this investigation should put into sharp focus the work that the health secretary and NHS leaders need to do to ensure the freedom of NHS staff to work without threat of sexual violence from patients and other staff members.

“It was not long ago we were being heralded as pandemic heroes by the government and cheered by the general public, yet we continue to face unsafe working conditions and the daily threat of abuse.”

Surviving in Scrubs lists more than 150 personal accounts of sexual harassment and abuse. They include cases of patients assaulting, molesting and sexualising nurses and doctors.

The health secretary, Steve Barclay, said: “NHS leaders have a statutory duty of care to look after their staff and patients and prevent harassment, abuse or violence in the workplace. I expect employers to be proactive in ensuring staff and patients are fully supported, their concerns listened to and acted on with appropriate action taken where necessary.”

Dr Navina Evans, the chief workforce officer at NHS England, said the health service should not tolerate any sexual misconduct, violence, harassment or abuse.

“NHS England has established a dedicated team to ensure people who experience violence and abuse are supported in the workplace, and there is greater provision of support for all victims and survivors. All NHS trusts and organisations have measures in place to ensure immediate action is taken in any cases reported to them and I strongly encourage anyone who has experienced any misconduct to come forward, report it and seek support.”

• Information and support for anyone affected by rape or sexual abuse issues is available from the following organisations. In the UK, Rape Crisis offers support on 0808 500 2222 in England and Wales, 0808 801 0302 in Scotland, or 0800 0246 991 in Northern Ireland. In the US, Rainn offers support on 800-656-4673. In Australia, support is available at 1800Respect (1800 737 732). Other international helplines can be found at ibiblio.org/rcip/internl.html

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Vernon mother looks for more safeguards around transitioning after son commits suicide

By: Jennifer Smith

Published: Apr 28, 2023

Kaleb began transitioning in Grade 6 with the help of a Kelowna clinic

A Vernon mom robbed of her joy in life after her son committed suicide is speaking out against transgender policies in hopes of saving others.

Kaleb, formerly Joy, Fisher would have been 18 next month.

He was a straight-A student, an over-achiever, never did drugs or drank alcohol, had a job since he was 14 and was accepted into the RCMP Police Academy for the upcoming session.

But on April 23, Kaleb killed himself.

“I found him. I woke up in the morning and he wasn’t in his room. He had suffocated himself,” said Gail, a single mother who worked two jobs to provide for her son and herself.

He left a long letter for his mom and his girlfriend.

“He was afraid for the future. He said in his note he didn’t want to end up like me, working myself to death.”

Kaleb was transitioning from female to male, a decision Gail supported as she knew since the day he was born that he was destined to be a boy.

Gail thinks Kaleb’s decision was primarily sparked after a Grade 4 incident at school where he (she at the time) was molested.

He never wanted to be a girl after that and in Grades 6 and 7 started the transition.

“I supported him through it.”

Kaleb did his research and found a clinic in Kelowna that would help him be the man he wanted to be.

The problem was, Gail was never consulted by the clinic.

“At 13 he was able to do all of it without my permission.”

At 13 he couldn’t buy alcohol or cigarettes or cannabis, he couldn’t get a tattoo without his mom’s permission, but he was given drugs and injections and was even scheduled for a top reduction this year.

“He saw the doctor like once a year. It’s quite careless. They never even showed him how to take those injections.”

Kaleb was smart though, and he did everything right, even marking his calendar with injection dates.

In March, Gail said the calendar shows he stopped the injections.

That’s when she suspects things started to grow dark for her bright, bubbly child.

He never outwardly appeared sad or distraught in any way, but she learned how he was really feeling the morning she read his note.

“He was so angry, so sad, so hateful.”

He was on medications for years, and she knows there were stretches when he wouldn’t take them.

She doesn’t understand why a doctor or clinic would push these parentless procedures, with no real follow-up or support.

“There needs to be changes to safeguard these kids.”

She would like to see such youth, and parents, provided counselling before injections, so they are appraised of the dangers.

“Do we know the long-term effects of giving these medications?”

Kaleb isn’t the only one.

“I have friends in Kelowna that lost their daughter a year ago and she was on the same injections.”

And now she knows the harsh statistics of transitioning youth.

“Preliminary findings is one in five of these kids are taking their lives.”

Gail and Kaleb lived in Coldstream until COVID-19 hit.

“I lost my home, I lost everything,” said the entertainment director at the Longhorn Pub in Vernon who many know for her superstar karaoke.

She started a painting business, and Kaleb was her best employee.

“We were a formidable team.”

Kaleb attended Kalamalka Secondary briefly before going online with VLearn. He also attended Kidston Elementary, where he was given the Friendship Award.

Gail knows many students who knew Kaleb are struggling with the news and she has planned a Celebration of Life at Coldstream Creek Park for May 17 at 4:30 p.m. so they can come after school. She is trying to get approvals to plant a maple tree, as Kaleb wanted, in the park.

Respectful, kind and helpful are a few of the words loved ones use to describe him.

He was also incredibly creative – he had been writing novels since he was nine and was making costumes for the upcoming Comic Con.

“He was a beautiful soul with such a bright future,” said family friend Ricky Rochon, who thought of Kaleb like a son and created a GoFundMe for Gail.

“As a parent, I can’t fathom this kind of pain. It breaks my heart.”

More than $12,000 has been raised to date, a portion of which Gail plans to use for a bursary in Kaleb’s memory, and the rest to help her through this difficult time.

[ Via: https://archive.is/PaVCg ]

Note: Vernon Morning Star deleted this article.

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"Vernon mother mourns lesbian daughter who was manipulated into a reinvention fantasy rather than deal with sexual assault trauma."

^ Fixed that.

[bubblegumfanfictions]

Down the Rabbit Hole- Chapter 4

Fandom- Angels of Death, Satsuriku No Tenshi

Ships- Zack Foster x Original Female Character

Warnings- Swearing

Summary- Robin Reyes is a fucked up girl, from a young age she was molested by doctors and sometimes her mother's boyfriend. With her mother's abuse getting worse and worse the girl snaps and kills them both. While on the run she gets approached by a group of people claiming they know a place where people like her could kill, legally. All she needed to do was follow the rules.

When Robin meets Rachel she realises that she wants to try her hand at a normal life despite how abnormal she is and when she meets Zack they gradually warm up to each other until she realises who she wants that normal life with.

Word Count- 1423

"What a mess..." Robin cringed, picking up a molding piece of food from within a dumpster to the left of the elevator with her gloved middle finger and thumb, recoiling from the foul smell before hastily dropping it.

"The sooner we can get out of here the better." She grimaced, walking out of that area and into the next.

"Jesus..." Robin muttered, staring at her surroundings, buildings as far as she can see, graffiti on every wall which was nowhere near as pretty as her artwork. Again, in her humble opinion. 

The two girls turned right out of the alley they were in and onto a 'main' street, Robin went to keep moving when she was stopped by Rachel tugging her arm.

 "There's a newspaper article..." The young girl noted, said article pinned high up on the wall. Robin looks at the article but to no avail, the article was worn and the writing was too faint to read.

"Sorry kid, I can't read it. The paper is too old.” Robin says, squinting at the yellowing paper. “We need to keep going." They continued walking through the 'street' when Rachel stopped next to a boarded-up building staring ahead at some traffic cones and police tape. "What's the deal kid? Let's get a shift on." Ray kept on staring as if in a trance, the wall and floor ahead of her was covered in blood, stale and dried up blood. 

Robin shoved the small girl left down the next portion of the road taking extra turns through the floor. Eventually, they ended up at a locked door however with no lock to be seen on the door.

"Curiouser and curiouser," Robin muttered, a smile making its way to her lips, staring at the lockless door.

"There's a sign, it says Elevator passage. We should find out how to open it," The small girl frowned, deep in thought. "But how do we unlock a door that doesn't have a keyhole?" Robin groaned at the question.

"Seriously kid, are you dumb?” Ray huffed but held her tongue in place. “If there isn't a keyhole and the door is locked there's a control panel that will open it, duh." We retraced our steps back to the rundown building towards the alleyway on the right of it. There has to be something there. 

They got out the other end of the alley to a small dirt-filled room. Blood once more sprayed across the walls and floor, there seemed to be something shiny in a crack that was behind the police barricades. But something different caught Robin's attention, a readable newspaper clipping rested on the floor.

"Look at this," She held up the clipping to the scared girl, she was freaked out by the blood, which was understandable for a 13-year-old girl. Robin cleared her throat and began to read.

"A Backalley murder.

On (DATE REDACTED) yet another body was found on (STREET REDACTED) in (STATE REDACTED). A nearby resident was found in a town's back alley It's believed to be a teenage boy but his identity is unknown. The body sustained severe lacerations and the incident is being treated as one of several serial kills." 

Robin finished reading the clip and looked up at Rachel, who had gone deathly pale.

"Seria- serial kills?" She questioned, holding a hand over her mouth. Robin shrugged, not taking note of the other girl's blatant discomfort.

"Yeah, they're great fun, I remember when I became classed as a Serial killer Oh man, my town went nuts. Those days were pretty awesome." Robin sat there for a few moments reminiscing over the 'good old days' when she realised that she needed to get whatever was inside the crack in the wall. 

She stood up and jumped the police barricade grabbing the item in the wall, a key. "Hey, kid what could this be for?" She asked, dangling the key between her fingers. She took her key necklace off (The key to her room) and added this key onto it. 

"Well, the back left door doesn't have a keyhole, so it must be meant for another door..." Ray walked out of the room and back to the main street, standing in front of the building.

"We haven't gone down that alley yet," Robin said, pointing to the alley on the other side of the building. They both turned into the alley coming across another building, lockers stood to its left side and a dirty bed covered in empty cans to its right.

Whilst Robin observed the area around her Rachel was looking up at a hole in the building where a small dove sat, tweeting in pain. "What're you doing in a place like this? ...Come here," The bird didn't move an inch. "Are you weak? I wonder what I can do to get you down..." She muttered.

"Robin," The woman in question walked over to Rachel, staring up at the bird in confusion. "Can we go to another room to find food for the birdie?" The young girl asked quietly, looking up at Robin, who just groaned in annoyance.

"Fine, let's go find some food for the stupid bird. There's got to be a room we haven't checked." They proceeded to walk around until they came across a door in the bottom right of the floor, one that was locked. "Shit!" Robin yelled, kicking the door with her foot.

"Oh...!" She suddenly clocked on removing her string necklace, inserting the key they found earlier into the lock and it opened. The sight before them looked like the corridor of an industrial building, another police barricade was inside surrounding blood that stained a worktop and the floor. "More blood, yeesh. This guy loves his mess doesn't he?" 

Rachel looked around to find something for the bird to eat when she came across a third newspaper clipping. "Robin, it's another newspaper clipping, it's too far away for me to read." Robin's head turned at the sound of her name as she swiftly darted over to the small girl, snatching the clipping from the wall.

"A Serial Killer.

On (DATE REDACTED), The remains of Jon Smithee were found in a factory in (TOWN REDACTED), (STATE REDACTED). Based on the wounds it appears to be the work of the Serial killer who has shaken up this town. 

The factory worker-- Jon Smithee (26) -- Was a hardworking, earnest and upstanding young man. The incident occurred the same day that he had excitedly told his coworkers that he was getting a new car. This random murder spree has plunged the town into fear."

Robin finished reading the article with a wide grin.”Seems like he isn’t fond of emotional people." Robin screwed up the clipping and threw it onto the ground. "Well, let's keep going." They both strolled to the end of the corridor, another door stood in front of them.

Rachel grabbed the handle, pushing the door open. The room seemed to be a dining area of some kind with a large metal table surrounded by wide seats. There appeared to be a lot going on in the room, with various pieces of rundown furniture and household items lining the wall on their right.

Rachel went straight over to a hefty looking chest, the only thing left in the box was a single bag of snacks.

--Acquired bag of snacks.-- 

"What a waste for a box this big to be empty. Heck, it looks like I could fit myself into there with room to spare." Robin nodded her head at Rachel's words, taking a detailed look at everything there, including hiding spots as she felt like she'd need to know.

"Well let's go give the food to that dumb bird now," Robin grumbled, storming ahead of Rachel back into the room they had found the bird in. "Will it eat this?" Robin scratched her head in confusion, she had no idea what birds ate, aside from what they ate in fairytales.

Ray opened the bag of snacks in the hope that the bird would fly down. Sure enough, the bird flew down from its perch and just sat there looking at the snacks in Ray's hand giving us ample time to notice a considerable bloody tear in one of its wings. 

"It's hurt!" Rachel gasped, bending next to the injured bird. "Are you hungry? Here, eat it all up." She smiles, placing the bag onto the floor. The bird began to peck at it hungrily. "Sating its hunger won't help it fly... I gotta make you all better."

[mydayswithtarotbystella]

The Doctor That Molested Me

I had always been cautious about my health, especially when it came to routine check-ups. Gynecological visits were essential, and I made sure to keep up with them. But two visits to the doctor changed my life in ways I could never have imagined. The first incident happened when I was in my early twenties. I went to see a new gynecologist for a routine check-up, thinking it would be…

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UP Woman Molested In Ambulance, Ailing Husband Thrown Out Without Oxygen

A woman was allegedly molested inside an ambulance in Uttar Pradesh while accompanying her husband to a hospital. After assaulting her, the ambulance workers also threw her and her husband out of the vehicle after removing his oxygen support.

The woman's husband died during treatment at Gorakhpur Medical College.

The incident occurred on August 30 in Siddharthnagar district of Uttar Pradesh.

The woman had taken her husband Harish to nearby Basti Medical College after he was sick for a few days. Doctors at the hospital referred him to a different hospital as his condition deteriorated. Unable to pay the private hospital's fee, the woman took her husband back home to get treatment.

In the ambulance, the driver forced her to sit in front with him and along with his aide sexually harassed her. When she tried to protest and shout, they stopped her husband's oxygen supply and threw him out of the ambulance along with her.

The ambulance driver also stole her jewelry, she alleged. Her husband was severely injured and his health deteriorated after the oxygen supply was cut.

After the victim narrated her ordeal to her brother on phone, he informed the police.

The police took the injured man to the hospital where he died later.

The victim alleged that the police did not make any attempt to arrest the ambulance driver and his aide. She has given a written complaint in the matter in Ghazipur police station of Lucknow.

Additional Director General of Police Lucknow North Jitendra Dubey said that a woman from Siddharthnagar district has given a complaint in Lucknow's Ghazipur police station about the ambulance workers' alleged assault.

A case has been registered and necessary action is being taken, he added.

[ramblingsofaswampfairy]

An Open Letter To My Grandfather

Why didn’t you die instead of her? My grandmother was kind, loving, and gentle. You infected her and your family with hate and abuse. These things lie dormant in us all because of you. Did it make you feel good taking advantage of a disabled woman who couldn’t defend her own children from the abuse you inflicted upon them? 

Remember when you flung your own 1 year old child across the kitchen? That incident has haunted my mother her entire life. Watching her baby sister get tossed like a rag doll across the kitchen and having to take care of everything you didn’t. My mother vowed that day that she would never cry again. She was 11 years old. She was a child.

Remember when you raped and molested your own daughter and my mother had to take her to the hospital? My mother, only a child herself, was told by doctors that her baby sister’s hymen had been broken. 

You disgust me. You are a power hungry narcissist. You’ve prided yourself your entire life being a devout Catholic. What has Catholicism ever brought to the world, but pain and suffering? Your children are suffering. The children you raised and were supposed to protect live in fear and suffering because of you. Your children are scared of demons and monsters at the ages of 30, 40, 50… Things most of us get over once we reach adulthood. Catholicism imbues fear and suffering into its pupils. This ideology should have died long ago. Almost every single one of your children have struggled with drug addiction, alcoholism, and mental disorders. 

Your people claim that Jesus died for our sins and suffered for us, so why then are your children still suffering? Why is my mother a 47 year old woman living with an abusive partner with nothing to her name? She has a distrust and hate for men that she instilled in me. Only through finding my true love was I able to begin to flake away the layers of misogyny. It is true when people say, “Not all men are bad.” My future husband is kind, loving, and gentle. My future husband will never lay a hand on our children or me. He is a protector and a provider, unlike you. 

You bring nothing but misery and destruction to your family. Maybe you can try again in your next life. I wouldn’t recommend coming back as a human though; you might want to work on your empathy a bit. Maybe you can come back as a snake. The Chinese Zodiac states that the year of the snake is next year, 2025 and that snakes are “generous, with a proclivity for building loving relationships and providing emotional support.” You should embody these things in your next life. Peace be with you. May my peace reside within you.

[feminist-minimalist]

Hey, so....

I don't know how to put this, but abuse and neglect is bad, guys.

I mean, let's look at my life for a moment:

I don't talk to my family. I either am or used to be in two different wills. I no longer care about that and went no contact. Every interaction with them felt hollow, superficial, and like I was a fucking accessory. Anytime I was struggling it was "here, have money" with my dad. Other folks, "get over it, man up, sticks and stones my break my bones". Then made to feel bad about it when the money was all he offered.

My family don't know shit about me. And now I'm just like "meh, I'm gonna stop trying." Blood of the covenant is thicker than water in the womb it seems. Not that I'm leaving my university apartment much. I don't even have a car anymore. One day though.

Also, I am at a point where people talking about their family irks me unless we stiching and bitching (using that endearingly, sorry if that was a bit too harsh). Same with people's love lives. I am hoping EMDR makes me a lot less sensitized to every thing. I feel like an exposed nerve.

I lost my job over mentions of rapists during icebreakers and my PTSD response. Got blamed for it obviously. I mean, yeah, I didn't act perfectly, but they could have been more understanding. Like I had a right to sue and everything and just went "you know what? I want to fix this myself and I don't want a court case". Not saying they didn't do anything wrong, not saying I am a complete angel either. Just saying...it's chaos, be kind.

With Epstein, Pizzagate, The Sound of Freedom, I have to say...ya'll...

DON'T KNOW A DAMNED THING! Like, I think in this case, Urissa was kind of right. There's a lot of performative support. Not a lot of actual support. Still, doesn't make it any less true that she could have gotten help if she wanted though. I mean, I swear by my Medicaid paid, telehealth EMDR. I might even try to be a provider for it later. It feels like an antivaxxer talking to a doctor who specializes in immunology. Just shaking my head like...."that's not how...any of that works".

I also still really really really don't want to deal with in person sex or romance. I'm way too fucking scared because of Urissa's bullshit. Hire a cam model a few oceans away? Sure. But a woman that I see in person? I'm like "....." Like I really don't see anyone I meet in person as "romantic or sexual prospect". I am *way* the fuck too traumatized.

Even if I do say "well, I'm going to lose weight" I still fear the attention that I had from women growing up when I was actually able to take care of myself for a few years once my molesting brother moved to the other side of the country for college. I still think I was pretty asexual growing up because of the molestation and after Urissa it just became this thing of like "well, here's some connection and here's a way to experience sex without having sex". Don't so much agree with the shitpoor Asperger's diagnosis anymore. I may have had symptoms that shared across for PTSD and trauma. Bear in mind when I reported my CSA, the CPS laughed at me and my parents' response was either no response or "this makes me feel bad take care of me and make me feel better!" instead of you know? Protecting me?

Eh.

Am man. Must shut down emotions.

At least, that's what people want me to do. But I am a rebel it seems. A very fat, tired, broke rebel shouting with his keyboard. For now anyway.

What happened to me didn't make me a better or stronger person. It made me fearful. It made me miss out on "normal human things". It's blocked me from connecting with people properly. It made me distrustful. It made me less joyous. It made me angry. I already was a sweetheart and relatively resilient when I could actually have what I preferred. But after everything. Especially after the PTSD incident that got me fired, I just...don't know if I can always be sweet anymore. I really do have a high sensitization level for injustices. It's made me cynical.

Oh, and my childish family and Urissa kept telling me to grow up. So that's fun. Seems like I had to parent them and whenever I didn't know how to handle a situation instead of saying fuck off they just said "grow up and leave me alone with your stuff, that's your job to take care of my emotions and my adult issues!" in essence.

I don't even call Urissa an ex-girlfriend anymore because what the fuck was that shit?

I never actually dated her. I trauma bonded with her.

Guys.

What's a date? Because I don't fucking know if I did that with Urissa.

I think it was more like:

Raymond: "Hey, I see you are suffering do you want help?"

Urissa: "Yes."

Raymond: [Listens] "Oh, by the way I gotta go do some activist thing".

Urissa: Oh shit, there's gonna be girls there, let me express my "feelings" to him!

Raymond: [Shocked, but I think "this is new, let's try it. My mom's dying and I don't understand why I just don't care"]

Raymond as a 32 year old: "I should have listened to the social cues of interest at the activist event and let Urissa figure her shit out. Not that I have that drive anymore."

I don't know. I regret a lot of things regarding women that have shown interest in me, but I never thought "let's have sex!" Maybe I thought "eh, I'll try it and they're pretty and interested". But I never thought that it was "for me" you know?

Also, maybe they just were like "oh attractive, but.....eh." I didn't want to impose.

Anyway.

I don't miss my family. At all. I didn't mourn when people starting passing away or having health issues. I just thought "shit. They just..fucking. FORGOT about all the fucking trauma I went through with my brother and his best friend and my uncle. What the actual...what? I miss my Ozzie cockatiel though for sure. I miss the financial support. But the neglect? The verbal and emotional support abuse? The sexual abuse? The dismissals when I confronted them on it?

Nah.

I mean, yeah, I still feel compassion for them in a very intellectualized, cognitive way, but at the same time I'm like "on paper, you should have been a great family!"

I wanna change my name, ya'll. I really do. And I wanna move to a different, more nurturing country. But, I have some healing and desensitizing to do first.

I need a break more than anything, really. I feel like I've been in survival mode for 32 years whilst taking care of people who should have been able to take care of themselves.

[dailybuzzhorizon]

Indian Doctor Receives Jail Term for Molesting Four Women in Singapore

In an unsettling turn of events, Jagdeep Singh Arora, a 46-year-old Indian doctor enjoying a holiday with his family in Singapore, found himself facing a two-week jail term for molesting four women at the Marina Bay Sands (MBS) infinity pool.

Arora, on vacation to celebrate his birthday, committed the offenses on June 28 while swimming at the MBS pool with his wife and daughter around 9 pm. The distressing incidents involved inappropriate touching of a 25-year-old Lithuanian tourist, followed by another incident involving a 20-year-old South Korean tourist.

The prompt action of the victims, reporting the incidents to security, led to Doctor Jagdeep Singh Arora’s arrest at the scene. He later confessed to the misconduct, acknowledging that he had consumed alcohol before the incidents occurred.

Despite his clean record in India, the severity of the offenses resulted in a two-week jail term for each outrage of modesty charge. Once he serves his sentence, Dr. Jagdeep Singh Arora will be repatriated.

This incident serves as a cautionary reminder about respecting personal boundaries, and its ramifications emphasize the consequences of such behavior, even in a vacation setting.

[informativehorizon]

Singapore Vacation Molestation: Arora Sentenced

In Singapore last month, Jagdeep Singh Arora, on vacation with his family, faced charges for molesting four women at Marina Bay Sands’ infinity pool.

In a thirty-minute period on June 28, the 46-year-old touched four women’s buttocks. Two charges were pressed against him, with two more considered.

A Lithuanian tourist, aged 25, witnessed Jagdeep’s inappropriate behavior while capturing scenery photos in the pool. Another victim, a 20-year-old Korean woman, felt shocked when Doctor Jagdeep Singh Arora touched her stomach and later her buttock.

Arora, a doctor in India, was in Singapore celebrating his birthday. His defense mentioned his prior alcohol consumption and his distress over the incident, causing his wife to return to Mumbai. His daughter was also present during the offenses.

District Judge Ng Peng Hong sentenced Dr. Jagdeep Singh Arora to a two-week jail term for outrage of modesty, with a potential maximum penalty of two years’ imprisonment, fines, or caning.

[urbanutopia]

Indian Doctor Jailed for Molesting at Marina Bay Sands

Amidst the tranquil setting of Marina Bay Sands’ iconic infinity pool, a shocking incident unfolded involving a 46-year-old Indian doctor who brazenly molested four women. Jagdeep Singh Arora faced the consequences of his actions, receiving a two-week jail sentence for admitting to two counts of outrage of modesty, with two other counts considered during the sentencing.

Arora, vacationing in Singapore to celebrate his birthday with his wife and 11-year-old daughter, committed the offenses on June 28 while swimming at the Marina Bay Sands pool. The distressing encounters occurred between 9 pm and 9:30 pm, leaving the victims startled and uncomfortable.

Among the victims was a 25-year-old Lithuanian tourist, peacefully taking photographs in the pool’s scenic ambiance. Startled by Doctor Jagdeep Singh Arora’s intrusive behavior, she promptly reported the incident to her husband and sought assistance from security.

Additionally, a 20-year-old South Korean tourist fell victim to Arora’s inappropriate actions, feeling violated as he touched her stomach and later her buttock while she was in a state of shock.

The swift action of the victims, reporting the incidents to security, led to Arora’s arrest on-site. His defense lawyer mentioned that Arora had consumed alcohol before the incident and emphasized his clean record in India.

Each charge of outrage of modesty could have resulted in a maximum sentence of two years’ imprisonment, fines, caning, or a combination of these penalties. Dr. Jagdeep Singh Arora will serve his jail term before being repatriated.

This unfortunate incident highlights the importance of respecting personal boundaries and the severe consequences of such behavior, especially in a foreign setting like Singapore.

[hauntedfuryz]

Indian Doctor Jailed for Molesting Women at Marina Bay Sands Pool in Singapore

A distressing incident has marred the holiday of an Indian doctor, Jagdeep Singh Arora, who was sentenced to two weeks in jail for molesting four women in a swimming pool at the popular Marina Bay Sands hotel complex.

The 46-year-old doctor faced charges for molesting two of the women, while the other two charges were taken into consideration, as reported by media sources.

The incident occurred on June 28 between 9 pm and 9:30 pm at the hotel’s pool, detailed in a report by Channel News Asia. Jagdeep Singh Arora, vacationing with his wife and daughter, allegedly touched the buttocks of four women during this time.

One victim, a 25-year-old female tourist from Lithuania, was capturing scenic photographs in the pool on the 57th floor when she noticed Arora and his wife in close proximity. She reported Arora’s inappropriate behavior to her husband and alerted the hotel’s security.

At around 9:30 pm, another victim, a 20-year-old Korean woman, was taking photos with a friend in the pool. Dr. Jagdeep Singh Arora allegedly approached her, touching her stomach and subsequently her buttocks, as well as her friend’s.

The defense highlighted that Arora had consumed alcohol before the incidents occurred. They further explained that he is a doctor in India with a clean record and was visiting Singapore to celebrate his birthday with his family.

Acknowledging his mistake, the defense expressed the distress this incident has caused to Arora’s family. His wife returned to Mumbai following the incident and attended the court hearing, while his daughter was present during the offenses.

In court, District Judge Ng Peng Hong sentenced Doctor Jagdeep Singh Arora to two weeks in jail for the offense of outrage of modesty. The judge had the discretion to impose a maximum sentence of two years’ imprisonment, a fine, caning, or a combination of these penalties.

This unfortunate incident serves as a reminder of the importance of respecting personal boundaries and the severe consequences of violating them, especially in a foreign country.

[quikryquil]

Indian Doctor's Vacation Turns Sour: Jail Term for Molesting Women at Marina Bay Sands

Today, Jagdeep Singh Arora, 46, faced a two-week jail sentence for molesting four women at Marina Bay Sands in Singapore during a family holiday. Arora touched the buttocks of four women at the hotel’s pool between 9 pm and 9:30 pm on June 28, reported by Channel News Asia.

A Lithuanian tourist, one of the victims, encountered Arora closely behind her before being inappropriately touched in the water. Another victim, a 20-year-old Korean woman, fell victim to Arora’s advances, touching her stomach initially and later returning to molest her and her friend.

Dr. Jagdeep Singh Arora, a doctor in India celebrating his birthday in Singapore with his wife and daughter, admitted to the offences, expressing regret for his actions. Despite having no prior legal issues, the incident caused distress, leading his wife to return to Mumbai. Shockingly, his daughter was present during the assaults.

The court sentenced Jagdeep Singh Arora to two weeks in jail for outraging modesty, having faced the possibility of two years’ imprisonment, fines, caning, or a combination thereof, as per District Judge Ng Peng Hong.

[swagging-back-to]

this is gonna be a heavy vent post btw

i dont normally post this much information about what i went through but im really going through it rn

tw csa, child abuse, child neglect, emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and adoptive abuse.

so as many of yall know, i am a hispanic southwest asian who was adopted by a white couple. you may also know that i was emotionally and financially abused by these people.

ive been very vocal about the emotional abuse they put me through and the neglect i endured because of them, how they would steal all my money and the thousand dollar check the state would send them every month to give me basic necesities. how i never saw a single penny of that check, and had to buy everything for myself since i was 5 years old by penny pinching and begging other family members for change.

ive also been vocal about being molested by my female adopter since i was a baby all the way up until i became 14-- when the molestation stopped and the sexual abuse turned more into inappropariate comments and peeping on me.

what i never really realized until this morning was that it was also physical abuse when i was a toddler. i realized, all of a sudden, that no... a 2-3yos arms do not just completely dislocate all on their own. it doesnt just happen because i tripped and fell. let alone multiple times in the same year. I saw the medicql records. it was complete dislocation that the doctors even noted on paper they were concerned about. i remembered hearing my female abuser joke about how she ripped my arm out of socket on purpose because i was going up the stairs too slow. i was literally 2 years old.

and then i remembered the burn scar i have on my hand. the one that still itches because of how severe it was. it was almost a third degree burn because my abuser put my hand on a burning propane tank whrn i was 3 years old and held it there.

i remember the incident very clearly. i also remember how they didnt take me to the hospital for 3 days, and only did because i would go to daycare and they would see the abuse & report it.

it's been a pretty intense morning remembering all of this and realizing just how bad this all was. i mean, i obviously was outraged by the neglect, csa, and emotional abuse... but it's just been very eye opening for me. how much else do i not remember? what am i forgetting? what am i blocking out? i know for a fact im probably unaware of a majority of what i went through. as very few of you know, i was diagnosed with osdd1a in 2020. my dissociation is very severe, even in day to day tasks. i dont want to know what im not remembering from childhood, especially if the stuff i *do* remember is this bad. is this horrific.

and this is exactly why we need to shut down the entire notion that fosterparents and people who adopt are "heroes" who are saving children from bad situations. a good portion of them are just as abusive, if not worse, than the childs biological family they were removed from. dont get me wrong, adopting and fostering is insurmountably better than bringing new children into the world. but it shouldnt be a way to gain clout. it should just be something good people do because children need to be protected. the vetting process for all adoptions, private and public, needs to be much more intense than just "take a parenting class and have a scheduled social services visit to see the home."

i reported my abuse to multiple health care professionals. when i was falsely imprisoned in st marys by my abusers i told them explicitly the abuse i was enduring. what happened as a result? a troubled teens monitor came and evaluated me every month to see if i needed to be locked away in the woods and abused even more and joked with my abuser abput how awful i was and how she shouldnt have to put up with me.

it's just been a lot. im so angry about all the shit i had to go through. no fuxking child deserves that. no one deserves that.

[ambidextrousarcher]

In continuation, since Tumblr has some restrictions.

2. I am a doctor.

The right to equality, on paper, includes the right to equality before law. Unfortunately, I can confidently say that is not the case. Why? Because according to Indian law, as I was taught in Forensic Medicine, since I am/will be a doctor, the moment I raise my hand on a patient/attender, even in self-defence, I am liable to more legal consequences than the person who assaulted me. Therefore, as a doctor, under the laws of my country, I no longer am a person.

There have been ever-increasing incidents of violence against doctors, where perpetrators are barely given a slap on the wrist, even in my institution, one of the “elite” Central Government Medical Institutions, even when the assailant is a health professional themselves.

That is to say absolutely nothing of labour laws. The maximum limit in India is apparently 48 hours/week, something that took me for one by great surprise, because it’s routine that health care professionals, especially intern and resident doctors work easily 100+ hours a week.

That’s not counting the endless free consults most of us do, day in and day out. Legally, we would have the right to renumeration. Something that, most of us, when interpreting reports and offering advice over call or message to distant relatives or friends of family friends beyond duty hours, do not ask for. And yet, when we protest for our rights, the first thing we hear is “Oh, if you are protesting, it is definitely for money!” that we shame our noble profession.

The nobility of our profession, dear public, is bilateral. We cannot be noble alone. While I do not deny that there are horrible doctors who are a disgrace to the profession, I think that generalisation does us no favours.

Our motives need to be seen for what they are, especially when we are protesting for our rights.

3. I am a woman and a doctor.

This definitely bears repeating, in light of recent events, especially, when female doctors on duty have been raped and molested within the span of days, with justice nowhere to be found, for which there is a national protest of doctors currently taking place.

4. I am an intern physician

This particular sect, unfortunately, has no media coverage or news articles to defend itself, merely my ineffectual words. When calling us to protest, in our organisations, our seniors “forgot” to represent us. While protesting, they forgot to acknowledge us for our participation. All we got were scoldings and reprimands on why we worked during a strike (because our seniors were striking, and they gave us work to do, or because they themselves came to work and were calling us as well, because our strike does not cover emergency services) .

Those of us who did protest were scolded as well, as a group, for the above. When our seniors themselves do not acknowledge our efforts, who else do we have? No one.

Absolutely no one.

Tagging @dreamer-in-sleep (this is the probable future you might have to look forward to, buddy) @cosmolibra @enigma-the-mysterious @hindumyththoughts @masaladhosa (you guys are probably going through similar straits, if not worse) @hum-suffer @sanskari-kanya @thequirkybookaholic @theysaywhatasadsight @randomfandomtraveller @harinishivaa

*please note that the underlined words are hyperlinks that lead to articles that corroborate what I have written here.

Below image is one of the many taken during the protests in our college. The original photo included some information about my college, which I cropped out, because whatever may be, I don’t want to compromise the reputation of said college even in a vent post.

Pertinent Issues I and My Fraternity Face

The above picture states, in simple words, my right as an Indian citizen. (For those of you who might be used to US-centric posts and thoughts alone, I mean a citizen of the country India. In Southeast Asia.)

However, I have felt, throughout my life, and more strongly in the recent past, that as a daughter of the nation and young woman who is a doctor, especially a doctor in training aka an intern, that a lot of these rights are not being met.

I think I would like to enumerate how a lot of circumstances violate the rights of a very large section of the population of this country, more than half of it to be exact, if only to raise my voice, futile though it might be.

I belong to three groups, all of which I believe fall under vulnerable population.

1. I am a young woman.

I feel the fact that there is one rape every sixteen minutes in my country violates my right, our right to freedom and equality. For the right to freedom means I can live my life and enjoy personal liberties without any obstacles.

However, that seems to be hardly the case, because the response to the above fact about rape is restriction of our freedom and equality. How? Because the response I have heard by and large in the society, even by people I love, to such incidents is unequivocal and the same:

Don’t go outside at night. Don’t go outside with a boy. Don’t dress in a particular manner. You should always be alert. Always be polite, because what if someone stronger than you, a man, is offended and decides to sexually assault you? What if you “deserve it”?

How, I ask, can any woman deserve such horrors? When we are not safe anywhere, not in our homes, not in our workplaces, not in means of transport, not on the roads, how, then, is our right to freedom and equality protected? Especially when said equality is against discrimination on the grounds of sex as well?

I think these pictures would do a better job than I at explaining what I mean.

Image credit to Arihant Publications for the first image, and WeAreYuva on Instagram for the rest of the images.