My Superior Court appearance is scheduled for next Wednesday, October 29th. Since my forced psychiatric containment on September 14th this year, they’ve fabricated evidence across eight psychiatric reports plus one “Request for community treatment for 24 months” to build the case that I’m in the throes of “deep psychosis” and completely detached from reality — just to get court-ordered injections, plus a cocktail of meds to “reinforce the antipsychotic effects,” with added so-called mood stabilizers and other drugs to counter all the known side-effects. In other words, as my stepfather puts it, they’re going for chemical lobotomy to make me less functional and blunt my pattern recognition.

It seems publishing memoir chapters this year has upset many people — not least some in my own family.

What happened to me at 14, when I was rescued from a trafficking ring, has plenty of powerful people wanting me silenced, as I had already understood in 2021, when I was badly harmed to pressure me to “suicide myself.”

I am no longer confused about what’s happening or why so many layers of “justice” and “mental health professionals” are lying about me and determined to frame me as bipolar, while refusing the CPTSD and autism-spectrum evaluations I’ve been requesting since 2021.

Nurse Bruno advocated for me yesterday during the Monday staff meeting and was told they know I’m requesting those evaluations but have no intention of proceeding. I told him some people seem to want to lose their licenses, since I’ve made it clear I intend to sue the hospital and the individual doctors.

One of them, Dr Eugenia Zikos, even wrote in her report that I’m not threatening physical violence — only legal action — which completely contradicts one of the first evaluations from September 14th that falsely claimed I was physically violent (among other lies). That has never happened.

This morning, Bruno intervened when a patient who’s a known troublemaker tried to taunt me — a first. Nobody has ever intervened before when I’ve been bullied, threatened or even physically assaulted. That small act meant a lot, especially given that my “treating” psychiatrist, Dr Karin Goddard at the Montreal General Hospital, seems personally invested in framing me in the worst possible light. She’s written that I have “conflicts with patients,” without noting that these are known aggressors, or that I mostly keep to myself and get along well with staff and other patients, which swayed a judge on Friday October 17th to extend the period of confinement until my court appearance on the 29th and extending past the five day period for contesting a judgement, as it was meant to.

Dr. Goddard’s efforts to discredit and defame me since 2021 have been relentless. She referred me to Dr Daniel Zigman at the Allan Memorial Institute — the most harmful psychiatrist I’ve ever had — who sided with my family once I began publishing memoir chapters, tried to dissuade me from publishing chapters on this blog, and then escalated to claiming I was in the throes of mania and psychosis. He shut down every mention of abuse during our meetings, and in his request for forced injections, actually claimed I “believe I’m immortal”, which is complete nonsense.

The pattern of abuse by Goddard and Zigman is unmistakable, and I’m filing a formal complaint with the MUHC Ombudsman, which covers the Allan Memorial Institute.

It has come to light over the weekend that I had recognized what was happening in 2021 when did Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell were in the news and causing me to be re-traumatized due to events that happened in my 14th year in the spring of 1984 when I ran away from home for three weeks while my mother was press attchée to the minister of education in Quebec city. It’s so happens she had me enrolled at one of the worst public school in Québec city, where we were smoking hash joints in full view of the teachers at the front entrance daily and where a 17 year-old pimp—as he turned out to be—regularly came to scout “fresh meat” so to speak.

He happened to be in a squat that I stayed in very briefly and encouraged me to trade sexual favours with fully grown men in exchange for various forms of compensation and then passed me on to a den of ex convicts, all of them heavily tattooed, one of which granted me a so-called favour of putting a tattoo on my right shoulder blade of a butterfly that I drew myself which turned out to be ghastly, no doubt partly because he used a converted Bic pen to ink it onto me.

That particular individual had a long-stemmed rose tattoo on a very unusual part of his anatomy, which one wouldn’t immediately consider as a place where a tattoo needle would be welcome. You need not ask how I came to see it, as you are free to use your imagination.

It’s so happens that in 2021 I discovered a Ted X Talk given by my own first cousin, a respected psychologist whom I’d been estranged from for some years. I had somehow not understood before because it was not made clear to me till I saw this video that she is a trauma specialist making a living out of teaching people in law-enforcement and various health professionals who interface with trafficking victims among others, that desensitization and numbing are just par for the course when dealing with frequent stories about severe abuse. She is claiming to help these professionals do a better job while she herself evidently never had much compassion to begin with, given she wrote me off decades ago.

I was severely traumatized in 2021 for all kinds of other reasons and repeatedly hospitalized for so-called psychosis, and very seriously harmed, yet miraculously survived a very serious suicide attempt in 2022, and have since started writing my memoirs in December 2024, which made my family very unhappy and caused my mother to sever contact with me permanently, just 9 days after I published chapters relating how I got that tattoo (https://totallysurreal.com/2025/02/01/advice-from-a-caterpillar/), which I subsequently removed myself—I’ve written about this too in soon to be released chapters.

Dr. Goddard, who had been extremely harmful to me in 2021, was against my treating psychiatrist at the Montreal General after my suicide attempt in 2022 and referred me to my current treating psychiatrist at the Allen Memorial Institute, Dr. Daniel Zigman, having shown a consistent pattern of trying to frame me as unstable an in the throes of mania and psychosis while refusing to listen to my stories of significant abuse or having me officially evaluated for complex posttraumatic stress disorder and autism spectrum.

Dr. Godard herself has shown that she is deeply vested in framing me in the worst possible light to obtain those court-ordered injections, as previously mentioned.

What is undeniable is that Dr. Goddard is fully aware that I have been consistently talking about CPTSD and autism spectrum for five years now, and that she is somehow following orders to keep framing me as unstable and requiring sedation in some form or another.

I have been taking a lot of notes during this forced hospitalization, instigated under the false premise that I was suicidal in September 2025 and have handed her a letter that I blogged about yesterday informing her that I am now fully aware that what has been going on has been witness tampering, as certain key figures—mostly unknown to me for obvious reasons—have every interest in preventing a major made-in Quebec trafficking scandal.

Doctor Goddard is now formally notified that I intend to sue and that she will bear the full blame for continuance of the tampering, yet despite this, has given specific orders to keep limiting my phone use and obviously intends to go full steam ahead in her efforts to forcibly inject me with psychiatric drugs against my will to protect harmful groups of individuals.

I keep myself busy taking many notes and documenting everything and taking witnesses every chance I get, while staying as calm and focused as possible in a hospital environment that is more akin to a circus than what they want to claim is a restful or healthy retreat.

I sincerely hope to win on the 29th — because those psychiatric drugs, which I do not need, harm me. They dull cognition and spirit alike — and that, as you may imagine, is no small thing. But if they do manage to drug me, they will find that the case for why I am owed substantial compensation for the systemic abuse I’ve endured for decades now will only strengthened. That being said, the case has already been made that I’ve endured and survived more abuse in my 56 years than any one individual reasonably ever should have to.