Motion to File for Early Termination of Probation
My request to file for an early release of probation was denied, despite successfully completing 4 years of probation with little to no problems other than failing a drug test for cannabis, one time, in four+ years.
Despite a wonderful opportunity, my motion to file for termination of probation was denied, https://pcr-consultants.com/how-to-file-for-early-termination-of-federal-probation/
Too stressed to fully address preexisting medical conditions that require attention, namely symptoms from a dislocated jaw resulting in TMJ, injuries sustained from multiple TBIs, presence of EBV (Epstein Barr Virus aka Mononucleosis) & pinched back/nerve pain. EBV never leaves the body, remains dormant and is exacerbated by stress/fear. If interested sign petition about EBV awareness: https://www.change.org/p/lyme-s-disease-epstein-barr-virus-and-toxoplasmosis-gondii-awareness
Currently seen at ProAdjusters for debilitating back pain, resulting in daily migraines (https://neurodivergent.squarespace.com/blog/blog-post-title-two-ebbgt)
A seemingly simple process, not so much in a Federal Setting.
Motion for termination denied, in part, due to an anonymous complaint of plaintiff Sheppard allegedly sending a letter to W&M about intense bullying she received as a student.
Bullying I’ve received while living in the Eastern Tidewater District of Virginia
Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to 1) testify on my own behalf 2) access the contents as the local general hospital has refused, in Williamsburg. Unsafe conditions that stemmed from being arrested simply for having a gun, and the ensuing homelessness that occurred because of refusing to go to a treatment center in Galax, that happened to offer conversion therapy. After I was forced to go to VB Psych for a week, and hang out with a 6 foot tall murderer. Then, doped up on a bunch of meds, wait around for 6 months to be indicted and watch the effects of everyone in my life slowly distancing themselves from me and everything falling apart. All because of some anonymous rats. Back in the day, when people had concerns, they actually spoke to them-today, someone just anonymously reports you and strangers in uniforms write up some bs code and legal framework to “help you” aka fuck you over for life. All in the name of “advanced” mental health care, aka, sending you to some sort of locked facility and forcing you to take meds.
Earlier that year, I fainted in my bedroom and hit my head, experiencing a syncope that resulted in total loss of bodily control & numbness. Most likely stress related due to strained personal relationships. Just a random dash of “lightening” as I woke up at 2 am to use the restroom and keeled over. Not strange at all. The level of anxiety, stress, and fear I feel dealing with Federal Agents, the same people who interviewed me at my residence in Cape Charles in 2019 while I was in a towel, not giving me time to get dressed, and walked in to my personal space demanding to question me only to use my honesty against me later will be a lesson I never forget: this country has insulted me to the highest level.
So tired of the humiliating and nerve inducing visits, that cause my PTSD to flare, and immense migraines that last for days that I have learned to work through….I tried expressing so many different ways how uncomfortable I am with having a male probation officer, no response. The same PO who came from North Carolina and stopped at my house at 8 am to leave a pink sticky note “saying please come to the office” on my door, the day before Memorial Day. Not weird or invasive? To show up to my apartment to leave a “reminder” to come in for random drug testing?
Why are you showing up at my living space, unannounced? In the middle of the day? In 2023?
Gang Stalked: bullying I received by a former coworker and peer…from Eastern Tidewater District of Virginia, no less. Such kind words! All unsolicited, days of rude mean phrases. This is how I am treated in my “hometown” region.
The consequences of a legal system criminalizing someone in such an extreme way, leading to devastation on all fronts. Then, later, when trying to confront the devastation from a calmer headspace, told mentally incompetent.
Into the Wild: Was homeless for a brief time in Wyoming, due to deleterious side effects of psychotropic medications.
Acquainted with Crimson Dawn and Casper Mountain.After a bad reaction to Psych meds, and returning to my former Americorps Workspace, I came back home to attend a recovery group, where I was accosted by someone 10 years older than me who sucked me into a very abusive relationship dynamic after a very tough period in my life recovering from health issues related to iatrogenic illnesses. Having a male probation officer that sounds exactly like him, prying into my life, just like he did (below) who keeps messaging me, calling me and asking for details is extremely uncalled for, being that I’m a victim of domestic violence.
To learn more about toxic reactions of medications for some patients: https://www.change.org/p/blackbox-warnings-should-be-more-prominent
Madi’s Law:https://www.change.org/p/psychotropic-drugs-waiver-madi-s-law
“Not having the last word” “Even a retard could make more money than you” “Tired, calculated slut”. “This isn’t a man trying to manipulate a woman”. All said by someone trying desperately to reel me in and control me, too wrapped up in his own ego to see the symptoms of injury. Too dense to leave me alone, despite numerous times of me asking for him to not come here and to leave me alone. A cheater. Tolerating intermittent abuse from someone I asked not to contact me, who finds ways to mess with me and has done so since 2017. When I tried to file a restraining order, Judge in VB said, “…you should’ve come in sooner, why now? doesn’t seem to be a danger, no threat of physical violence…” In the end, I had to move to another city to practice photography and live. Leaving behind all the efforts made to rebuild my life and start a self employed business, as no one would hire me after what they knew and thought about me, especially since all you have to do is google my name and see a bunch of newspaper articles and reports highlighting my worst moments, while mysteriously, the good links are “gone”.
No means no, but that request is not always respected by people who are bullies/rapists/stalkers.
Sexually harassed just for asking about Wifi, unwanted information. Three days later, came into my office and asked if he could masturbate in front of me, then threatened me later saying “I know where you live, and I know everything about your family”. Too scared to press charges, and also would be denied due to lack of evidence and “mental defectiveness”. This is the kind of abuse and bullying I’ve faced in my once favorite hometown, as its character completely changes and so do the people, in accordance with The Times. "I know exactly where you are at all times because you are on house arrest, so I hope you know it's in your best interest to keep everything we said to ourselves."
The summer waiting for my indictment, completely estranged, ostracized and in immense fear, I tried to sublimate my anxiety making art and doing photography. A former friend of mine, David Burden “Shorekeeper” let me use his property as a makeshift art studio, near Quinby. I stayed there for a week to create some vintage comic strip art with silver/gold appliqué, Papier-mâché and resin. While working there, a group of 5-7 men in their twenties and thirties starting racing up and down the street, revving their engines and throwing beer bottles a the door, came to the door and started pounding on the door and yelling obscenities like “were gonna rape you” and then laughing, then shining bright lights and headlights through the cracks. This community is no longer my community. Yet I am forced to live here.
Issued a cease and desist letter by a therapist I knew since the age of 17, for 5+ years on and off, who convinced me how angry I was at my mother, and that I was super ill, and that she wouldn’t see me any more unless I was on SSRIs. Who would weigh me in her office closet, and tell me I was too skinny. The same therapist who refused to see me via Telehealth, only to be wrong during the pandemic and BetterHelp…years later. “You’re disassociating Clulyia, every time you have to drive two hours just to see me!” Year 2008: Are you seeing guns in your head on the highway? #predictiveprogramming
After being access blocked by several past providers, I was dropped by the most recent one after my health insurance randomly stopped working last year. They pretended to help me, then immediately cut off because “I was a liability” due to me asking for them to request my past records.
Psych scripts sent to me in the mail, remotely.
Results from GeneSight, revealing certain medications are better for you than others….
Oh no, better send her to a $60,000 a month treatment center! Could it have anything to do with Blackbox labels??!
Payments varied each month, sometimes $200+ per month, just to wear an ankle monitor.
Ah yes, BI, the same app where I had to upload selfies, sometimes twice a day, to strange men I didn’t know all in the name of the law! “Miss Shepherd, you look different today, are you wearing makeup?”
Oh yay, another great thing of being a felon, having to register as a felon, any time you travel or do anything! Great for a photography business! No signs of sabotage here! None whatsoever!
Every single investigation I filed about various practices refusing to send even confirmation that I was a patient, or for abusing my trust by sending me too much adderall when I was younger-denied….#madislaw (https://www.change.org/p/blackbox-warnings-should-be-more-prominent)
My life has been shortened by Eastern Tidewater District of Virginia, through inept medical care and undue targeting/harassment by law enforcement and legal institutions.
The Horrible Evil Clelia, oh my!
