There is no definite answer yet about if I'll have to leave the crisis unit and go back to the shelter. Someone from the Department of Mental Health said something about "the middle of next week" to the assistant director of the unit. Whether that's when I have to leave or that's when they'll evaluate the situation again, the assistant director doesn't know.
There is nowhere for me to stay except the Pine Street Inn if I do have to leave. When I left the Pine Street Inn at the beginning of December, nobody had said anything about the respite bed at the crisis unit only being for a month and then available according to whether or not I could get an extension. I gave up my locker at the Pine Street Inn when I went to the crisis unit, which means that I'll have to carry clothing and everything else in my backpack all day, every day. It takes months to get a locker, because the shelters are crowded, particularly in the winter.
I have said, several times, that I'll work with a DMH case manager; there's no answer about that from the people making the decision about the respite bed extension, either.
I know that people have had respite beds at this unit for more than six months at a time, and that was even throughout the summer, when death from the cold is not something that is likely to occur if someone can't get a shelter bed at night.
I am doing everything that can be done to try to find an apartment that will take my housing voucher; that process will not be easier if I have to conduct the search while doing the lottery every afternoon for a bed at the Pine Street Inn.
Copyright L. Kochman, January 30, 2015 @ 3:35 p.m.
I'm sure that when the property management for Braintree Village is contacted by landlords who ask about me, the prospective landlords are told every vicious lie that the lawyers for Braintree Village told about me in court to try to evict me.
Copyright L. Kochman, January 29, 2015 @ 3:05 p.m.
That's a picture from today of the first search result from a Yahoo search of the search term "Reese Witherspoon."
Those are pictures from today of the article that corresponded with the search result.
I think that a lot of women in Hollywood hate and don't understand my absence of a slave mentality. They don't seem to be able to think about life outside of a paradigm of male dominance, so they side with the men who oppress them and lash out at me to maintain their own status in the hierarchy.
"Wraith Witherspoon" describes her better; she's a shadow of what she could have been if she weren't an actress or if the entertainment industry weren't destructive.
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, January 29, 2015 @ 2:39 p.m.
That is a picture from today of a Wet Floor sign in the entrance of a Boston Police station.
What message does that send to every person, male or female, who walks through those doors or past the police station? Does it send a message that the police respect women and are concerned about crimes against women? Does it send a message that female police officers are to be respected as much as male police officers? What message does it send about females being harassed in the workplace and everywhere else?
How many police stations look like that one?
Copyright L. Kochman, January 29, 2015 @ 1:39 p.m.
That's most of the note that the doctor who saw me today at Boston Medical Center wrote about the visit.
The Past Medical History is what shows up in every medical record about me at Boston Medical Center; she didn't write it.
I had already rescheduled the appointment once so that I could have a female physician. The reason that I did that was that I'd already had an ECG done by a medical assistant at the primary care office, and I knew that having an ECG meant lying on my back for several minutes with my chest totally exposed: no bra. I knew that I'd have another ECG at Cardiology, and I also didn't know what else the exam would demand of me.
I did have another ECG today. Two women administered it. One seemed to be training the other, which I didn't mind that much except that, when it was over, they stood next to me talking while I was still lying on my back with the hospital gown totally open. In the midst of their discussion of the process of doing the ECG, they had forgotten that I might like to be told that I could cover myself.
I finally asked "Are you done with this," indicating my half-naked state. I was told "Yes," and I closed the hospital nightgown. They hadn't asked me to remove my pants.
When they left the room, I sat in the patient chair next to the desk, with the nightgown tied in the front. After several minutes, a man entered the room and said "Hello, Ms. Kochman." I asked him who he was. He said he was a male resident who would be working with the attending doctor. I said that I didn't want to talk to him. He left the room.
After that, he and the female, attending physician entered the room together. She seemed angry. She said "This is a teaching hospital, and this is the way it's done here." She said a few other things along the same lines, all in an angry and admonishing tone of voice. She finally stopped talking and it seemed that she was waiting for a response from me. I didn't say anything. She prompted me for a response. I said "You're telling me that this is the way it's done here." She said, angrily, "If you want, we can do it a different way, but this is the way it's done." I said "I changed the appointment so that I could have a female doctor. I also was just lying on that table with my gown open while the staff talked, so if there's another way to do this, that's how I'd like to do it."
She let the male resident leave. Then she angrily sat at the desk, impatiently moving the medication list which I was told to have for the appointment to another part of the desk, toward me and away from her. She said, angrily, "Who sent you?" I told her that I was referred by primary care at Boston Medical a Center. I had my phone in my hands, because I was taking pictures of the screensaver right before she walked in with the resident. I started to record the conversation, then set the phone on my book bag, all without telling her that I was recording the conversation but also without taking particular care to hide what I was doing.
She was polite for the rest of the appointment. However, the note that she wrote in my chart does not mention that the resident with whom I refused to speak was male. It doesn't mention my concern that I was left with my chest exposed after the ECG was done, until I asked if it was all right to close the gown. Also, the next thing that the note does is remind everyone who might read it of almost every psychiatric diagnosis that I have had at Boston Medical Center, particularly the diagnoses that have to do with reality perception and paranoia.
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, January 29, 2015 @ 1:31 p.m.
Are all of the movies that are nominated for the Academy Award for Best Picture historically accurate? I doubt it.
It seems to me that there's a lot of pressure on the Academy to choose Selma for Best Picture, because the Academy showed its racism and sexism with the overall nominations.
Once the decisions for the nominations are made, then the decisions about the awards should be based on the nominees, not on a regrettably past opportunity, not taken, to make the process of selecting the nominees fair.
I don't know which movie is the best one. I haven't seen any of the movies that are nominated for Best Picture; I can't afford movies most of the time. I do know a smear campaign when I see one, though, and that's what's happening to American Sniper.
Copyright L. Kochman, January 26, 2015 @ 7:14 p.m.
You're dating Katy Perry, aren't you? She is your serious girlfriend again.
Did I ever try to block that from happening? You know that I didn't.
What business is my love life, or piteous lack thereof, to you?
Why don't you name all of the men, celebrity or not, whom I have stolen from their wives or girlfriends? Name them all!
Can't think of their names? All right; name one, then. That guy, you know, the one that I'm dating or have dated, who was dating or married to someone else when I started dating him. You know; that guy. Everyone in the conglomerate knows who that is.
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There isn't one. There is not one person whom I have ever in my life stolen from someone else.
Try this, Mr. Mayer. Why don't you name all of the men who have hit on me and who already had wives or serious girlfriends when they did that? What do you think of them? Do you think those men deserve to be called degrading sexual names, stalked, forced out of employment and housing situations, and videotaped in the bathroom for the rest of their lives?
Copyright L. Kochman, January 26, 2015 @ 9:36 a.m.
It is incredible how hard the conglomerate works at shirking all responsibility for the SICK, SADISTIC, ILLEGAL videos of me and the effect that those videos, the conglomerate's promotion of them, and all of the conglomerate's behavior have on my life and on the lives of a lot other people. Everyone in the conglomerate works feverishly at trying to make the entire thing seem like it's my fault; something I asked for, something I deserve, or something that is happening to other people because I'm a horrible person who hasn't said "NO" loudly or clearly enough. When I say "NO," which I do every day, the conglomerate thinks it's funny; the conglomerate enjoys wresting all control over my life from me. The conglomerate is an epidemic of rape culture, and it is destroying general privacy rights.
Most of the victims of the celebrity picture hack were female; that's probably why the conglomerate didn't even pause in its rabid, grinning, cackling promotion of voyeurism.
Was that clear? It's incredible how many times I say the same thing every day, all day, every week, every month, every year, and yet I'm the one who gets accused of having a hearing problem.
Good Morning America is having a "Winter Concert Series" that is sponsored by Hilton.
Apparently, what Paris Hilton learned from her Internet video experience, which she has described as devastating, is that she likes inflicting something that is a million times worse on someone who is impoverished and who can't stop it from happening over and over again.
Unlike Ms. Hilton, I have never consented to being photographed nude or in sexual activity. Her consent to being filmed having sex with her then-boyfriend was not consent to having the video distributed on the Internet. I'm sure that being betrayed the way she was did devastate her when it happened. It's unfortunate for me, and for the privacy rights of everyone who doesn't have the protection of wealth, that being betrayed didn't help her to learn empathy or consideration for others.
Copyright L. Kochman, January 26, 2015 @ 9:03 a.m.
The male mental health worker who's working tonight just walked past my room and coughed. A female nurse who often works overnights and who dislikes me and regularly treats me badly got to the unit within the past half hour. Her intense dislike of me is probably a reason that he decided to stroll past my room to see if he could provoke me.
Copyright L. Kochman, January 25, 2015 @ 11:05 p.m.
Are you really going to give the Academy Award for Best Actress to Reese Witherspoon?
I NEVER STOP GETTING EXPLOITED BY PEOPLE WHO HAVE EASY LIVES!
Apparently, she had a hypnotist to help her do nude scenes in the movie "Wild."
I have no idea where I'm going to get a counselor to help me deal with all of the INVOLUNTARY video of me. Who won't be either too scared of the conglomerate to have me for a client or just abusive to me?
Copyright L. Kochman, January 25, 2015 @ 12:58 p.m.
Those are pictures from today of the first page of Google search results for the search term "lena kochman."
That is what prospective landlords, employers, and everyone else see when an Internet search is done of my name.
You'd have to read my blog, "Things I Wrote," and look at my YouTube blog, "Lena Kochman Boston" for a while and check out the things that I discuss to be convinced that I'm not delusional. Once you realized that I'm not delusional, you would realize that I am horribly stigmatized and a target of all kinds of things, including stalking by hundreds of people. Who would want to bring that into an apartment or a workplace, or anywhere else? Who would not be terrified?
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, January 24, 2015 @ 1:16 p.m.