OK. I’ve reached the END of keeping quiet.

I was informed today that wearing masks is now the LAW in the UK.

Certain people told me this morning that if I went out to buy food for the fam, I’d HAVE TO WEAR A MASK, or else.

I’d be fined. Jailed etc.

The other day when the Head Pharmacist banned me from my Doctor’s Surgery, she did tell me that I could exempt myself from mask wearing via NHS online. They’d give some certificate.

Great. Nice. Thank you.

When I was about 6 or 7 years old I was molested by a family member. He put his big, hairy hand across my mouth and nose to stop me from screaming. (Breathing)

I was tiny but fought for my life and won.

Thank you sooooooo much you EVIL DEMONS for taking me back to that. Day in. Day out.

PTSD means that you return to the trauma. Full Volume. Technicolor. And relive EVERYTHING.

I’m not just a mindless dissident. I live with a great fear. utterly paralysing, of being unable to breathe.

TMI?