I should never have put myself in the hands of those bizarre people, but how did I know the degree of their bizarreness? They all seemed like bad actors trying to talk me into something. I think it is funny that Dr. Moon got such gratification from my distress, when it had nothing to do with the pain she was inflicting physically, or mentally, to do with breast cancer, but it was because I missed you and wished you could have been there for me.  She probably reported back to her cruel benefactor that she upset me, so she obtained her goal. All I could think was I was a prisoner and I was enduring their cruel, irrational punishment. No feeling of concern, or kindness emminated from them. It was like they were all on ergot and I was the witch they wanted to have confess.... and my crying signald the end. Such coldness.
I went through Hell as a small child and beaten by a kidnapper and was told I was going to die. It was the same intensity when those assholes yelled in my face to get me to break. At times I thought I was broken, but each time I came back. It seemed like what they wanted was what they could get from you for their  what Ifriend and wanted was to see your smile directed toward me. Love is much stronger than greed. I have never witnessed such shallow desperation before. They all became united under their lies. The ultrasound tech kept her head down and she looked ashamed when I said "thank you" to her. I have lost faith in people....except you.