Feb 15 2018 15:13:45 Have any recent [shooters] received therapy in the past? Be the autists we know you are. You were chosen for a specific reason. Q
I think I know the answer to this now…. I've been talking with a childhood friend of mine and he mentioned that a counselor at his elementary school committed suicide when he went there.
I have come to realize today that myself and people I knew were being molded into school shooters. The similarities of our past and things that make no sense as we compared what we knew…. the similarities and oddities became so absurd that I'm forced to conclude my past is likely not the only one like it. And So I'm wondering if anyone else in our community is of a similar ilk and or knew someone who was because I think maybe Q chose 4/8chan because it's where people like me who survive what they do end up?
I view Q's wording to imply it wasn't just me… then maybe a few people will hear my story and feel a deja vu just as my friend and I felt today.
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Every bully we knew was born on the 13th of a month.
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Many of these bullies had similar names like Robert, Robyn, Robin, and names that were a play on culture like brothers named Ben and Jerry or one had a last name of Sator and he was the most extreme case of a sadist you'd ever imagine…. And religious names like Chris St. John. First names included Benjamin, Bryan, Bobby, Chuck, Chris, James, Jerry, Josh, Luciano, Leon, Robert, Robyn, Robin. Last names include: Coppock, Sator, St John, Giginivitz, Thomas, Williams.
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We were both befriended by a Rob in 5th grade of a different elementary school each after having moved to FOCO CO(Ft. Collins, Colorado), and these Rob's each attempted to get us to do drugs and and illegal activities from the very first day we met them.
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After Elementary School the Robin he knew from O'dea and the Robert I knew from a different school moved away at the same time from us separate and yet each ended up in the same neighborhood years later in the same junior high school and when we re-met them the two Rob's were best friends. Given their similar sadism and thievery I paid it no mind.
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Both our mother's before we knew each other switched jobs at the same time twice - mine went to CoComp (which would later be closed for shady practices) and his went to Elite Auto Glass and we both found houses in the same neighborhood in similar circumstances. In my families case it was priced at 1/4 the market value due to a "mistake".
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I was befriended 5 times by these people and invited 5 times in my life to their birthday parties growing up. And so On the 13th of a month yearly these different people had similar parties… a movie was played and then circumstances would spiral out of control into illegal activities that involved convincing me to do things. No parents were ever visible that I recall at any of them even in the 5th grade.
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The very first day I moved into the steal of the century home I was pelted with rocks by a bully who went on to torment me with never a reason given and beat on my every day for a year both physically and mentally… and afterwards I was invited the next day by a different bully to break into empty trailers the following week and the following week to beat up and rob a child. (I declined but I did watch them in shock and tried to help the boy after)
I also recall the Williams boy telling me over and over how good a liar he was, he never gave me context for why he told me this it just struck me as a strange thing to constantly say.
In High School, our mascot was a baby lamb. I tell this story in case Q wishes to react because I suspect other people may know a story like mine.
And the more I think about circumstances like when someone asked to borrow a device that I had left something embarrassing in. I only ever did that one time and the very next day one of these boys asked me to get that thing and let them borrow it. If I hadn't checked it, and I almost didn't - I bet they would have used that circumstance to apply more pressure.
It was the very next day….. calculated… and very concerted. Between this and several other memories that I have of people knowing things about me that are impossible… they were watching me and my friend. Telling people things about us with an eerie accuracy that at the time how could I have guessed it was due to actually knowing those things? Nobody would ever think that.
My friend and I only became friends after he was persuaded to rob me and felt guilty about it… I treasure that I met him and he's been the only friend I've ever felt like I needed. We share much more than I thought it seems and I wonder if anyone else might know a story like mine….