"Attention to the public at large! Please be advised that the writer of "The Devils of Truro," is currently under police investigation!

 

"Attention to the public at large! Please be advised that the writer of "The Devils of Truro," a paranoid schizophrenic named Donald Carter, is currently under police investigation! He is suspected by the RCMP and his psychiatrist of being a serial killer!" 

 Hello, my name is Donald Carter and I'm going to discuss several topics in this short article. To those of you who don't know me I was originally diagnosed with the mental illness schizophrenia thirty years ago at the age of twenty. I spent seven weeks in the Nova Scotia Hospital where I was diagnosed with this illness. When I was finally released from  hospital, I began my thirty-year struggle taking anti-psychotic medication to try and control the illnesses symptoms. 

 Back in 2016 I began working on my first book "The Devils Of Truro," followed by the  gripping books: "The Imbecile Donald Hucksworth," "Lust Lust Lust Montreal To Paris," "The Schizophrenic And The Mass Shooting" ( poorly written when I was mentally unwell) "Demons In The Pleasant Valley Hills," "A Paranoid Schizophrenics Message of Hope For The World," and "The Schizophrenics Journey of Hope." 

 Unfortunately, many people in our society don't understand the illness schizophrenia and how it effects people. For a long time, after my diagnoses, I had little insight into this illness in the same way most people don't understand schizophrenia. I knew Schizophrenia was a thought disorder that interfered with how I thought but beyond some basic knowledge It took years to more accurately understand how it effected me so that I could better cope and survive,

 The understanding into my illness I arrived at, that helped me the most, appeared when I recognized a better way how to respond to my biggest enemy the schizophrenia experienced delusions.

 Troubling delusions appear misleadingly as false beliefs about some part of realty. An example of a delusion I live with is the belief that hidden cameras watch me in my house and then share every detail of my life to people in Canada and beyond as people everywhere laugh at me. This belief seems overwhelmingly real and is extremely troubling to experience.

 What I’ve come to realize, after thinking about my illness over time, is that the delusional beliefs also create troubling emotions like anger, fear, and worry, that are almost never enjoyable or beneficial to experience. These negative emotions accompany the delusional thinking with a cruel intensity that throws the thinking and feeling mind into an extremely troubled and unpleasant state.

 What I didn’t recognize for years of my life was just how much the negative emotions like anger were disturbing me. The emotion anger, with thought lost in its grip, made anger common in my thinking, as it existed completely unchallenged in the mind, and it just spiraled from there continuously out of control, which lead me into a habitually angry state.

 Realizing this, I began to ask myself what if I could train my mind in the middle of an experience to step out of the anger, worry, fear, sadness, or whatever unhealthy thinking and emotional state I was experiencing. What if I could try and change the emotions guiding my feelings by changing the direction of my thoughts. What if I could reason away the negative thoughts like anger, by first being conscious when anger occurred, and therefore change the underlying emotions by replacing them with healthy feelings and thoughts.

 I found this realization extremely helpful to my health because emotional pain is no different then physical pain. Anger, fear, worry, etc., are emotions that are mostly not in my interest to have because they frequently cause considerable distress and real unhappiness. 

 People living with the mental illness schizophrenia suffer a great deal and clearly this illness can become really crazy at times. Experiencing overwhelming delusions, hallucinations, a brain effected by withdrawal, motivation problems, and anxiety make living with schizophrenia more disabling then most people understand. Yet despite the cruel effects of this mental illness, I’ve observed that many people in our society dislike people living with this awful disease. 

 My mother has a retired nurse friend named Jane who rants on critically about me over the phone in daily gossip sessions several times a week. She has a very advanced understanding of schizophrenia as a retired health professional.

 She approached me on a relatives patio, one summer night over a year ago, with a sophisticated theory. The theory informed me that many people in our society who live with schizophrenia, through deliberate scheming, don't take their medication in order to get out of having to work. She then described hearing about a situation, through her circle of friends, where there were a bunch of "idiots" with schizophrenia gathered together and how the schizophrenics concocted an elaborate scheme. The group of them reasoned that if they didn’t take their medication they wouldn't have to work and so they all stopped taking their medication here in an actual Nova Scotia town. 

 After listening to Jane, I realized with astonishment that this was a theory that appealed to her as a health professional. This is what people living with schizophrenia were all about to her. Maybe, I thought, she truly believes that millions of people living with this illness in North America at this very moment are collectively scheming how to get out of work and deciding the answer is to stop taking their medication. We're all doing this perhaps to pull the wool over all the sane people's eyes like her.  I'm so glad she shared her sophisticated theory with me.

 Now I'd like to talk about the RCMP's investigation of me as a serial killer in two murders, and one disappearance, in a novel I wrote called "The Devils of Truro." 

 Nothing in the book: "The Devils of Truro" shows any disrespect toward the victims of these murders or takes away from the seriousness of the crimes. I realize now that I wrongly believed, while living in Canada, that I had the right in a democracy to use freedom of speech and write about unsolved crime.

 Previous to writing this book I would read articles on organized crime written by crime reporters and dream of one day being a crime writer myself.

 What I couldn’t have anticipated was the level of hatred that would get directed back toward me for writing this book. This negative reaction has come not just from the local community, clearly contemptuous of my writing ambitions, but from my psychiatrist and the RCMP.

 The grilling I've taken from my mental health professional, and the RCMP's harassment of me over two years, several times a week, in a chatroom I frequent, are experiences I’ve found to be extremely disturbing.

 The police, and my psychiatrist, are continuously testing and plotting ways to implicate me in these serious crimes. They are trying to make connections and establish reasons why I'm responsible for these murders. I think they are targeting me because it's exciting for them to pursue me as a suspect and because they have nothing better to do with their time.

 They can treat a person living with schizophrenia like this in Canada, I think, simply because people who live with this mental illness, when it comes right down to it, are basically worthless in this society. There is absolutely no evidence that connects or implicates me to these serious crimes but yet I am their main and probably only suspect. 

 The first incident of harassment by the RCMP started when a chatter in a chatroom began repeatedly harassing me two years ago. Over several months he managed to get under my skin enough that I made an idle threat towards him. After the threat was made, he used it as leverage to explore what I meant by the threat and to test my responses each time he brought it up which he did dozens of times repeatedly.

 There followed him other chatters who would attack me with the same intensity. There were also chatters who took a gentler and more strategic approach but then threw into the conversation upsetting statements while playing psychological games.

  When I tried to ignore the psychological harassment other chatters, who sat watching, suddenly swarmed in from the sidelines, as they all seemed to examine each response I made almost like they were testing a theory that a similar conversation like that could have happened before in the chatroom. 

 I made these observations, and many others to subtle to recall, that amount to a chat room environment of continues harassment. Through my suspicions I now believe that a team of psychologists, psychiatrists, and the RCMP are targeting me on social media and having a field day putting me through a series of troubling psychological and investigative experiments.

 I’d like to reach out to Human Rights, but I don't think they’d be willing stand up for a person living with schizophrenia to be honest.

 I stand by the writing of the “The Devils of Truro." It’s a gripping and page turning novel. Nothing in this book suggests an underlying contemptuousness toward the victims or the crimes written about. I naively thought the book would draw attention to these unsolved crimes in a good way and prove helpful to the victims families. I believed the book might even help investigators find answer into what happened. I seriously underestimated just how much Canadians hate the mentally ill.

 Now finally I’d like to tell the story how last Wednesday an old rummy named Corey Hamilton showed up across the street from where I live at my parents house. He traveled in the same circles I did twenty-five years ago. Drunk out of his mind he staggered around their living room, raised his voice in shouts of disturbed anger at times, tried to grab my hand numerous times strangely, while behaving very belligerently.

 Eventually my father told him not to come back to his house drunk like that again. Still unruly I took Corey over to my house out of concern for my parents. Once we were there, he tried to grab my hand numerous times again; before trying to get me to arm wrestle with him, while bragging oddly that he was in forty street fights over the last few years.

 Standing no taller then 5'3, and staggering around my house, he then suddenly began challenging me to a fight. In response I pointed up to the painting of Jesus and the last supper hanging on my wall and said to him, "See that painting? This is a house of peace, and I don't punch people anymore."

 Then Corey in his belligerence brought up gays and lesbians and his angry belief that it is wrong to be gay. I responded to his remarks telling him that I no longer think that way. I told him I now don't take every word in the Bible as unquestionable in every single detail. I don't think being gay is wrong now just like I don't think a slave should be told to not anger their slave owner, or that a woman should be told to cover her head in church. I don't think Bible passages like these written in ancient society should be seen as reasonable, and I don’t think for a second that God expects us to follow them. I think such reasoning out of a different age were the best rules ordinary people could think up, but I see no evidence of Gods love in these passages unlike other passages where Jesus speaks about love and forgiveness for other people that I take seriously. 

  A slave in my strong opinion has a right to respond anyway he/she wants to an evil slave owner no matter what an old book written two thousand years ago says. This book after all was written in ancient Rome in a slave-built society who's powerful people had a luxurious lifestyle supported in every way by the slave trade. How can the ideas introduced into the Bible in that period have reasonably challenged the power structure in ancient Rome. There would have been swift and violent repercussions carried out violently and ruthlessly against the writers and their community if they wrote into the Bible’s scrolls any critic of slavery so instead of challenging slavery, which is right, they wrote in its pages instead.

 “Slaves be obedient to your human masters with fear and trembling,” which is ridiculous.

 What I know in my heart God would fairly say to people forcing other people into slavery is "Leave those people alone!"

 When it comes to being gay, I believe that being gay is a normal way of thinking and behaving in nature and the prevalence of this behavior, extending back into ancient times, I think proves this.

  People calling gay people evil, or an abomination in writing, and attributing it to God's will, has caused so much unnecessary suffering in human history towards millions of people across the ages. This cruel thought has driven so many loving people away from a compassionate and merciful God. 

 When I defended gays and lesbians, in me and Corey’s discussion, this response caused him to grow even angrier and then he called me gay.  I told him I wasn’t gay but in response to this claim he just looked at me with disgust.

 Eventually he started telling a story about going for a drive with a friend around Shorts Lake. I thought he was acting very suspiciously as he told the story. He told me he was pointing out to the driver all the places we used to stop beside the lake where we partied growing up. I found the story even more suspicious as it went on, and then I began to wonder to myself if it wasn't the RCMP searching out these places.

 I eventually walked back across the street to my parents place for a few minutes and left Corey in my house. When I returned, I discovered pop bottles, garbage, and pieces of Donair meat strewn all around my living room. I went into my bedroom and discovered that he’d kicked over my manger scene of Jesus made of porcelain breaking the figures into chards. I told him calmly as I gathered up the pieces that he had to go. 

 He was so drunk now that he could barely find his car. Once he was sitting in the drivers seat of the van he began to back up, spinning up the grass as he drove. Slowly he began creeping back and forth on the lawn as the cars rattling muffler reverberated unpleasantly into the sleepy neighborhood. Then to stop him from killing himself, or someone else, I ran up to the window, causing him to quickly roll the window down, and I reached in the car and grabbed the keys.

 I then had to go wake my eighty-year-old father who decided once he was awake that we should drive Corey home. He had me sit in the back seat with him just in case he lunged at him while he drove. When we eventually reached Corey’s house on the Hilden hill he opened the back door, staggered out of the car, suddenly lost his balanced, and tumbled hard unto the cement.  In response to his fall, I just shut the door and told my father to drive away. After turning the car around up ahead, we circled back, and he slowed down to make sure Corey was ok. 

 I'm telling this story now because obviously Corey’s no friend of mine and what happened deserves to be told. The other people I knew in that circle of supposed friends are just as unconcerned about me as Corey is. What living with a mental illness for thirty years has told me is that sane people don't like people living with mental illness. I’ve lost all my former friends over the years, and they have never shown any genuine concern for me. The only outreach in kindness, as rare as its been, was obviously not only insincere but came with underlying hostility. It's obvious to me that all sane people, including the professionals in doctors offices who treat us, are against us.

 "The Devils of Truro" is a creative work of fiction that offers amusement and intrigue throughout the pages. Other books I've written are equally entertaining.

 There have been a couple purchases of my writing from people out of charitable kindness but generally people dislike me as a person and refuse to investigate my writing.

 I want to remind Canadian society that I didn't kill anyone before or after writing these books. Schizophrenia is an honourable illness to have effecting honourable people and there is no shame in living with this mental illness. If you live with schizophrenia, please hold your head up high and don't let these sane people take your humanity from you.     

 To read my books, or listen to them on audiobook, please visit Audible, iTunes, or Amazon's websites and search for the name "Donald Carter." As the author of these works, I guarantee a quality reading or listening experience  Stay tuned for more books to come in the future God willing.

 PS

 I was walking across the street last night after writing this blog entry and I saw what appeared to be a drone in the sky. The drone was hovering in the air several houses away with a clear view of me walking across Hamilton Avenue. I began to wonder if the drone might belong to the RCMP. I then thought of the old show Dog the Bounty Hunter and how Dog’s son Leland loved to go in the store that sold all the different law enforcement gadgets like pepper spray belts etc. I imagine being a police officer is an enjoyable profession.

 PSS

 I could really use help finding a real publisher if anyone can help. All that I want to happen is to have my books reviewed. If the story telling isn’t good enough that’s how it is but I’m hoping to find someone to evaluate my writing. Thankyou