The torture had just began. Very likely due to entrapment and the deliberate exertion of intolerable pressure on my mental health, I suffered a rapid descent into madness during the last months of 2008. I began to mumble ‘threats’ in a small number of restaurants and shops. Although that period is like a vague fog to me now (and then), I certainly can recall that I had no intention whatsoever of carrying out those ridiculous threats, which are of the like which, unfortunately, people with schizophrenia in London when very ill, do mutter under their breath, like I did, dozens of times a day. I highly regret the alarm and distress it apparently did cause some of the staff in these restaurants and shops, although it seems strange that I was even noticed, if I hadn’t already been pointed out in some way. In any case, I can’t turn the clock back, and to psychologically torture a mentally ill person for 13 years in 13 different countries is not an appropriate ‘punishment’, especially if the police’s behaviour, deliberately or not, led to it.

At one point, I mumbled in one of these shops, and the police were called. I remmeber them standing there, looking at me. They did not say anything directly to me, and did not arrest me. But they were clearly there, on account of me.

It worked. I have no quarrel with that. It snapped me back into some kind of reality and the consciousness of the upset I was causing. If that had been the end of it, then an outstanding job by the police. But it wasn’t the end of it, it was the start of it, as it must surely have been intended to be (and the events which led up to it, which I will detail more in a future post). For the next 13 years I’ve been pointed out to not only the police, but thousands of security guards, as well as cashiers and other non-security staff in shops, restuarants, museums etc., across London, across England, across Europe, with incitement or instructions to mock, abuse, harass me, in the very same fashion as caused me to become ill in the first place.

I decided to avoid shopping or eating out for a long time. I understood I had caused upset and alarm, and wanted to avoid doing so again. A couple of days later, needing to eat or face starvation, I ordered my first home grocery delivery, from Tesco. When it arrived, the Tesco delivery man almost burst through my door. The first thing he said, his face contorted in rage, was “oh it looks like somebody’s going to get HOT today’, almost shouting the word HOT. His clenched his fists several times while his face retained a look alternatively of disgust and fury. I honestly thought he was going to assault me. I decided it would be better to visit a supermarket where I was ‘unknown’, so I tried several stores in Fulham and Hammersmith that I had never been in before. In each store, it was clearly obvious that the police had shown a photograph of me to the staff, with the staff either looking and acting petrified, or outright laughing at me or behaving aggressively towards me.

An Appointment At SWSmiles Dentists Battersea

I had an appointment at SWSmiles dentist in Queens Town Road Battersea several days later. I was nervous about it after the realization that the police had apparently pointed me out to every store in West London. But I had a very sore tooth which needed treatment. The couple who run that dentistry are still there now – Dr. Raj Rajah and his wife Dr. Anjali Rajah. According to the blurb on their site, Dr Anjali Rajah ‘has a special interest in treating nervous patients’.

I soon had first hand experience of that.

When I entered her office, it seemed obvious to me from her manner that I had been pointed out to her. Of course, whenever I use the term ‘obvious’ or ‘clear’, it has to be borne in mind that I have been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia in the past, and so I am forced to doubt whether anything is ‘obvious’ or ‘clear’. This, as the Met Police know full well, is the sadistic beauty of their illegal torture.

Her manner was very cold, almost cruel. For a practicing dentist, who has apparently appeared on national TV, and who has a ‘special interest’ in ‘treating nervous patients’, she did not exactly go out of her way to put me at ease. She removed one of my teeth. It was the most painful dentistry I’ve ever experienced in my life. At one point, with my mouth open, in pain, and at her mercy, she said to me, and very sadistically (and I remember this very clearly) – “I’m very concerned with the amount of blood loss”.

I required two follow up appointments. The first was with her husband Dr Raj. He seemed very nervous and agitated talking to me, almost shameful. At one point he actually said somethng like – ‘if you feel that, then it is your reality’. I had said nothing about any concerns with my treatment.

The next appointment a couple of weeks later was due again to be with the husband, but I was told that he had been involved in a very nasty motorcycle accident and I saw somebody else. Thankfully, he obviously recovered from that accident as he and his wife still run the dentistry.

A Bodged Operation To Remove A Simple Skin Cyst

I have no idea whether the removal of my tooth itself was peformed professionally, but I certainly believe that the dentist at SWSmiles had been incited by the police, just as the Tesco delivery man had days earlier, to cause me psychological distress, and that when this does finally come to court, that this will play a key part in proving that the police have deliberately sought (from the start 13 years ago) to cause me extreme psychological distress and pain, something that is illegal under the Criminal Justice Act of 1988 for a police officer, and which carries a life term tariff prison sentence.

Not long after, I required the removal of a benign but unsightly skin cyst on my shoulder. I had this done at my local NHS surgery. Again, it appeared that the police pointed me out at this time even to my doctor, other doctors at the surgery, and the reception staff. The behaviour of the reception staff towards me delayed my mental health recovery as I was often too intimidated to even visit that surgery. They also (and still do) pointed me out to staff at pharmacies.

The simple operation was performed not by my regular GP, but by another doctor, a female. She seemed very nevous during it. At the end, she showed me the lump she had removed. To this day I suffer from a huge lumpy scar that looks even more unsightly than the cyst ever did.

Recently, I had another skin cyst removed of a very similar size, this one lower down on my back. I went to a private cosmetic surgeon in another country, who I have no reason to believe I was pointed out to. The scar left by the operation is almost invisible, despite the cyst being the same size.