Now I’m fucking angry. I know that’s new for me. But Vermont—this man is writing your mental health policy. Think about that for a second. The man whose emotional abuse I’ve gone into detail on—up to and including trying to convince a woman that a physical object was not real. He is a psychopath, and he is currently writing your mental health policy.
What the actual fuck?
Am I really the only person who views this as a problem? This affects every Vermonter. All of you. It’s not just moral now. It’s not just ethics now. It’s actual policy. These are the laws by which you are governed. Next time you know someone—or are someone—with a mental health condition and you seek care for it, this man would be the person who writes the policy about whether or not your insurance has to cover it.
That guy. That guy who made me scream and told me it was the part he liked. That guy. The guy who drinks 30 ounces of gin a night and then would rape me. That guy who would get out of bed and go for the guns after threatening he was going to kill us both. That guy. That fucking guy.
Chicken fucking Little. I get that no one cares, and I get he has spun a story that everyone believes about just some crazy ex. I’m not crazy. He raped me. It’s on video. I’m not crazy. I’m traumatized, and I am doing what I can to make this known. He’s dangerous—not just to women, apparently, but to everyone.
He’s writing your policy. Someone like that.
Do you still not see the problem?
Do you still not understand why I’m upset?
Are you still not upset enough to do something about it yourself?
My emails are disappearing. I’m not in the database in either state for public records. The transparency in both Nevada and Vermont is gone. They are protecting him—probably because he lied to them about it. He can convince people a hat isn’t real.
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