The whole point is to institutionalize me. My family is complicit - no, more than complicit, they are the main harassers - in my targeting. The gaslighting is unrelenting. They try to get me to go places at night so I can be "brighted" by the oncoming cars. My sister-in-law tried to get me to steal from a church donation box! And also a donation box for the Goodwill! That's one of the tactics: try to get you to perpetrate petty crimes, so they can further the agenda of demeaning you.
Last night, I went with my brother and part of his family to get a hamburger. While we were there, his granddaughter McKayla said she liked the song, "call me maybe". The way I was manipulated into the targeting was a man named Mark Freeman (aka Michael F) played me. Flirted with me every time I went grocery shopping, about twice a month, for a year or more. I tried to ask him out but didn't have the nerve, so I went back to the stupid store over and over, and left a note for him with someone in customer service, to call me. Anyway, my brother said, "who would leave their phone number with someone and ask them to call them?". If you've ever heard the song I mention above, that's the gist of it.
Another big "theme" with my targeting is shit. And before we left for the hamburger joint, McKayla took one and left it in the toilet, so when I got back and had to go to the bathroom, there was her "present" for me. This is really nasty stuff that people (if you want to call them that) do. Over and over I hear, from family and every other person that's still asleep (and that doesn't want to wake up), is "I just want to live my life". If I thought their conscience bothered them it might make a difference in how I feel about them now. But I have serious doubts about them being human (no, I don't think they're aliens!).
And when I first got to my brothers house (he "rescued" me too), there was pesticide everywhere! So bad my lips were numb for the first week! I finally confronted him about it and it seemed to stop. But the point is, when I die (not if I die) my family will be directly responsible for my death. I don't care if they were manipulated or coerced into it by someone with more power than them. Let God forgive them (if He can), because I never will.