[LivingDead]

Not sure where to post this, sorry if i'm in the wrong place.

I documented all of this and just needed to get it off my chest. I finally moved from this situation because I was afraid for my life.
This is the less threatening stuff...

This is some of the stuff that happened to me from 8/11/08 - 9/15/11

Every time i left for whatever reason, i would come home to something... Like chili Powder in my Cinnamon containers, salt in my sugar, found a pill on the ledge of the ceiling beam, my gold nail polish on the cabinets, mirrors and floor; brand new tupperware had melted spots and was warped, a mirror was broken inside my nightstand drawer, found a chunk of metal in my lipstick when I went to put it on. I had a tiny little bottle of tobasco sauce and all the liquid disappeared out of it.
I was freaking out, losing my mind and having a panic attack because there’s a lot of strange things going on. things in my truck are outta place...like my seat, my mirror, etc!!! everyday for months I had to drive directly to a gas station so I could put air in my tires. If I made any stops I’d come out to find that they were super low again! I usually filled them 2 to 3 times a day. Also, my preset radio stations are reset every time to christian stations and spanish stations. There were rips in my upholstery, sticky goo on my steering wheel, scratches on my dashboard, spots that look melted. Rips in the the head lining. The stickers on my windows would come off a little bit more everyday, so eventually I peeled ‘em off myself. I was so tired of seeing this ****. I wasn’t looking for odd stuff, it was all so blatant and in my face. How could I not notice? There’d be glass everywhere in the front yard. I’d pick it up, and then it would happen again. Over and over. My shoelaces were cut on one of my boots. Along with stitching coming undone. My candles were missing gaping holes where wax had been carved out of them. My makeup brushes had chunks cut out of them. One of my mascara wands had no bristles on it. CD’s were scratched, tape casettes had holes drilled into them, personal letters and pictures I had saved for years and years were ruined by stains, or the ink would be gone or smeared. There were always different colored hair in my razor.Books were ripped and falling apart. just about all the mirrors in my house got so scratched up, it was hard to get a clear reflection after a while. Shampoo smelled of Nair. Mouthwash tasted funnny. Rips in my clothes, always in the crotch or chest, so I couldn’t wear them. On different occasions I found an earring, a belly button ring, and pendant laying in plain site. Came home on a super hot day and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge for my dog. After filling his bowl, I finished the rest of it. I spit it out because it tasted like bleach. Luckily he’s smart and did the same. I would find 2 or 3 of my dogs whiskers on my pillow along with one of his toenails Came home to find a can of coke and a paper plate with a piece of bright green gum on it in our trash. We don’t have coke in our fridge and I don’t chew that color gum.
Opened boyfriend's pill organizer to give him his mid afternoon pills and they weren’t all there. I opened the rest of the flaps, all 35 of them and his pills were all messed up. If I wouldn’t have been there, he would have taken the wrong pills. Came home another time and found 4 brand new house keys laying on the floor, they fit in my doors. 2 days after getting a new tub fixture, it was bent up in a few places. My dog would have chunks of hair missing, like they were cut with scissors. I would buy eggs and by the time I got home with them, there’d be ½ missing. I had bought a coat hanger for the bathroom door, installed it myself. Came home to find that it had been re-installed with longer screws that went all the way through the door.
My car keys went missing, after spending $400 to get truck key re-coded and chipped, they re appeared right where I said I had left them. Left my dog in my truck (really hot day) with windows down of course, and when I came out the windows were rolled up and my dog was close to death. Power windows can't roll up without a key.

In between all this going on I started seeing a psychiatrist On my 4th appointment get in there and i completely break down, I mean i was hysterical, trying to explaiin all the weierd things going on in the house and now in my truck. He's looking at me like i'm crazy, and not showing any empathy, compassion, he didn't care. Our Session is half way thru and there's a knock at the door. Guess who walks in to give me some paperwork I need to update all of my new personal info? My boyfriend's ex wife!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she's the case manager. WTF!!

any thoughts??????????

[not quite right]

Do you think it may be some type off dissasociative fuge? Maybe blacking out & not noticing. Either that pr you have a super-pissed ghost. A trip to a different doctor would probably be your best bet. Good luck.