Going Back to Nobleton

One thing about all of this... many unresolved conversations perhaps...

And I can only say "perhaps" because I have my doubts anyone really wants to have the conversations. 

But, one day, maybe in ten years... I would like to go back to Nobleton and explain this entire thing to the people I knew there. All of it. 

I can remember, meeting a friend at a coffee shop, telling them basically what happened (this was after the forensics report was given to me, and I myself came to know the details) and they told me, "Yeah, that is what I thought... but my wife doesn't believe you." 

So, people know. I know people know what happened. They told the forensics what happened. 

In any event, I have felt from very early on, that I needed to explain what happened. There are many reasons, and of course this blog exists in part... to try and open those conversations with whomever wishes to. I also have feeling that I have to explain. I just have to... why?

Because at the end of what was, the reasons for what happened... involved medical malpractice and deception that had me psychotic and nearly dead of polycythemia, enraged about past childhood abuse looking for the Hunter Biden laptop on a work computer at 6:30 am on a Monday morning at work... 

But... Those two items. Psychotic. Nearly dead. 

They seem to have been glossed over. Somehow as if my near death and fracture of the mind did not matter. 

Well, they do matter. Those two items are the story in large part. And they matter. And I will have to keep on explaining them, now and as best I can in the future. And I truly hope those in Nobleton will help. 

If anyone wishes to contact me, the email connected to this blog is...

r.chris.aurich@gmail.com

People Just Don't Want to Believe It.

 

Back here, writing some more... 

One thing that has occurred to me, and not so much bothered me, but still... is that all my life, since having been sexually abused when I was ten...

I always kept quiet about it. I never really thought people would believe it. It was also something I never wanted people to know. 

But over the years, it faded away. The memories sort of changed into rationalization of it, but even when I was a child, I suspected that my abuser was "organized". To some degree. I never could figure it out, but he seemed to be placed. I don't know. But it was my suspicion. Still is in truth. There was his connection to the seminary near where I lived... I realized it back when I was kid. 

My sister knew of what had happened to me as a child. Yet, when I told her what I was looking for, I now think, she never believed me. These stories of some grand conspiracy at the highest levels. It was all too bizarre. But I told her just before the forensics people told me to keep my mouth shut, and not to talk to anyone as they proceeded with their investigation. And so, I did as asked. 

Anyway, as it is, I do hope people realize what is out there. What was out there that got me in 1984, and what is out there even today. To think members of congress visited a suspected child trafficker (if you know the story of Mr. Garcia) tells me, it's still "eyes wide shut" on this issue. And it all makes me very upset to be honest about it. The Democratic Party even used this man as a poster boy politically. Bizarre choice I think. 

People who are abused as I was... aren't believed out of the shame of it all; for them and others. As a kid I felt it would be a massive mistake to say anything. Later, this seems to have developed in a vicarious fixation on exposing this issue to others around me... no one ever believed it.