Showing posts with label torture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label torture. Show all posts
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
Monday, 9 February 2009
Response to Dr. Clay
Dr. John Clay has published in his Blog a pack of downright lies and misinformation about several weeks during which I was resident at his house in York. In his post he claims that I was abusive and violent towards him and the household. It seems he has a problem with his memory, which is not surprising given how drunk he was during my stay. It was he rather than me that was the abuser. I only wish I was able to stand up to his daily batterings and that I wouldn't have allowed the following to occur;
1) He would pace up and down outside my room ringing bells all night long. Sleep depravity was one of his favourite methods of torment.
2) He insisted on calling me 'Quentin' for the entire time I lived with him. The reasons for this are beyond me.
3) He locked me out of the house on several occasions, he then would call the Police and tell them there was a paedophile outside his house trying to get in. I was arrested three times for this and am still on the sex offenders register.
4) When I was getting milk out of the fridge he smashed the door shut on my head and repeatedly slammed it until I was unconscious.
5) When I was at work (He never worked, he just scrounged off the dole.) he threw all my belongings out of my room and into the street. After urinating on them he tried to burn them, I only stopped him because I had been sent home from work early due to lack of sleep (see number 1).
6) He flooded my room and ran an electric current through the water just so he could 'watch me dance'.
7) He stole the neighbour's car and ran me over.
8) He punched me so hard in the face it broke my eye socket and blinded me. When I returned from the hospital he had sold all my possessions and laughed while stamping on my fingers.
9) He would force me to wear a saddle and rode me to the shops like a pig.
There was much more than this, but my memory is blurred from all the abuse I took.
1) He would pace up and down outside my room ringing bells all night long. Sleep depravity was one of his favourite methods of torment.
2) He insisted on calling me 'Quentin' for the entire time I lived with him. The reasons for this are beyond me.
3) He locked me out of the house on several occasions, he then would call the Police and tell them there was a paedophile outside his house trying to get in. I was arrested three times for this and am still on the sex offenders register.
4) When I was getting milk out of the fridge he smashed the door shut on my head and repeatedly slammed it until I was unconscious.
5) When I was at work (He never worked, he just scrounged off the dole.) he threw all my belongings out of my room and into the street. After urinating on them he tried to burn them, I only stopped him because I had been sent home from work early due to lack of sleep (see number 1).
6) He flooded my room and ran an electric current through the water just so he could 'watch me dance'.
7) He stole the neighbour's car and ran me over.
8) He punched me so hard in the face it broke my eye socket and blinded me. When I returned from the hospital he had sold all my possessions and laughed while stamping on my fingers.
9) He would force me to wear a saddle and rode me to the shops like a pig.
There was much more than this, but my memory is blurred from all the abuse I took.
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