Here is my main website, if that is what you came for.
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Hi everybody, this is David. I signed up for this website on this hosting platform before I ended up with my website on google's "blogger" platform. I prefer the other website, which can be found at "howcommunicatetwo.blogspot.com" but this website is slightly better for hosting images and files. And so I have kept this website mostly for hosting files and images.
I also have a few posts on this website that take advantage of the better image resolution (such as my post about footbinding). And a couple of posts that I think could get me banned from the "blogger" platform (the post in which I express my disapproval of anal sex as a social custom and tradition).
And now without further ado, here are a few images and files, with discussion, relating to a story previously posted on my other website, in the page "drop box of garbage v3".
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Lily and then Brynn. Lily looks just like Brynn.
And then me in the picture above. I was 19, and 20 in those photos.
A few more unrelated images below..
Angela, Clare, Anna and Siobhan.
Siobhan: 2022 and 2025 (xxshivvixx on instagram).
Also, brynn.quotes, angela.matlashevsky, arlebell.ceramics on instagram...
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That's all for photos. If you came just for the photos, you can skip the rest of the page.
There are more photos on this website under the "photos" tab. And there are two pages of photos on my other website, howcommunicatetwo.
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More information and materials
The rest of the page is all about my medical records, medical documents, court documents, health, false claims of "de-conditioning" and other topics. It is very disorganised. But if you know what you're looking for, it is useful.
The two downloads are: My full medical records (minus notes that have gone missing), and a letter from Dr Janet Turnbull (NZOM, ORA ccdhb), to my doctors surgery. There is some interesting stuff in there. My Microsoft outlook account tried to delete the letter. Twice. That's right, on two separate occasions I found it in the "deleted folder" of my email account.
Dr Janet Turnbull
Dr Janet Turnbull is a highly respected Geriatrician and Palliative care specialist, and had multiple years of involvement in my life, both directly and via her subordinates. She is an employee of the ORA (Older Adults and Rehabilitation and Allied Health), which is subordinate to the CCDHB (the local health board, not my local doctors surgery), and a member of the New Zealand Order of Merit (NZOM). She is a liar, plain and simple. And was trying to sanitise the whole situation.
She lied, and pretended that I was suffering from a mood disorder (depression) and mere deconditioning. As it so happened, this made it easier for my father to get a section 8b sprung on me. FYI, my father was in the room when I had my appointment with her. She downplayed my health issues, and knowing pretended in the letter to my doctors surgery how bad I was. Seriously, just misrepresented how bad I was. Totally. Pretended I wasn't that bad.
She also participated in the perpetuation of the lie that I was suffering from something called "chronic fatigue syndrome" as opposed to suffering from satellite related harm. Long term. And she also participated in long term schemes to get me falsely labeled as having EDS (which is a made up disorder).
She has provided specialist education in palliative care in neurodegenerative disease, and provides support to the Mary Potter Hospice Community.. (I just added that segment).
How did I get involved with the CCDHB?
I had wanted to get my shower modified, so that I could shower. And had seen some people from the CCDHB relating to this, to no good effect. I didn't shower for 7 years (from the age of 28 to 35). And also, I needed to get a support worker, because there were many other things I couldn't do for myself. Such as wash my back.
Further information, I went to the Mazengarb Road Clinic when I was in high school, the Victoria University Student Clinic (free), then the Kapiti Youth Support Clinic after that (free clinic for under 25s), and became a registered patient at the Raumati Beach Surgery after that. The doctors at the Kapiti Youth Support were regular GPs from the surrounding district. Including a GP who had known my parents when they were young (Diane Carter). Also, both Doctor Amanda Clarke and Doctor Ruth Brown worked at both Kapiti Youth Support and Raumati Beach Surgery; that is Doctors from the local doctors surgery also volunteered to work at KYS (Kapiti Youth Support).
My notes from the Victoria University Clinic, and from the Mazengarb Road Surgery, and from Coastlands Team Medical, and some of the notes from KYS aren't there. The notes from Dr Diane Carter (family friend, from Karori Baptist days) were deliberately lost.
I need to write up all of this better, but I never seem to find the time, energy or focus.
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A section 8b is what you do to get someone committed. Like put in a mental institution. He tried to get me institutionalised, mostly to cover up the IVF and Lily thing.
I just uploaded a photo of the forms I sent to births, deaths and marriages at the DIA. I'd would have visited their offices myself, in person, to sort it out. But I didn't exactly have the capacity, or the time. They sent me a letter telling me that they didn't have the information I was looking for just 2 days before I was due to plead guilty or not guilty to "psychological abuse" under the family violence act. A crime that carried with it a potential maximum sentence of three years in jail. I didn't sort that whole thing out until 2024. I forget exactly when, but I received a discharge without conviction. The family court stuff was resolved by means of my signing "undertakings" to get rid of the protection order. Which basically means I can't have custody, nor am I allowed anywhere near Amanda.
^I just uploaded the police disclosure binder, and the protection order itself. The charges after my arrest were for "psychological abuse" under the family violence act. They carried a maximum penalty of three years jail time. I received a "discharge without conviction". It meant that I was unable to get custody of Lily.
There are a lot of legal documents involved in this situation, but I'm not sure about which ones to share. The protection order was granted for "emotional abuse". But that is nonsense. To suggest that I, who had been crippled for 6 years by them, and exploited for reproductive purposes so that they could have kids was "psychologically abusive" is nonsense. I had desperately wanted to leave, but I had been so badly crippled that to even walk down the street wasn't a reasonable thing. I couldn't easily leave. Also, she had already cut of off from access to our joint funds by that point, which is an example of "financial abuse", and a very serious issue.
Things are not as they seem. They tend to be badly misrepresented.
check this out as well. Another NZOM recipient.
If you read the affidavit, you'll find a lot of stuff put there just to discredit me.
At the time I was too crippled to even walk down the street in a normal fashion, let alone relocate to a new house, and Amanda etc were trying to cover up their IVF baby.
As for my physical condition: I didn't go for daily walks outside on the footpath (mostly flat) and I didn't read books for 6-7 years. Walking and reading are two of my favourite things. Obviously I was very unwell. As a rhetorical question, why would I avoid walking and reading for 6-7 years if I were not actually too crippled to do anything, given that I love walking and reading?
Deconditioning:
And it wasn't deconditioning. I used to walk for about 90 minutes daily within the house, back and forth, for the sake of my wellbeing. Interspersed with rest. I also used to do 100+ mini squats per day to try to improve my fitness. I was still unable to recover.
It definitely wasn't mere "deconditioning". Instead it was all so do with what they caused by means of electronic attacks, and maintained by means of electronic attacks*.
Did you know that in spite of all of this walking and squats, I still couldn't even stand on my toes (that is, on the balls of my feet). I could not raise myself off of my heels onto the balls of my feet just to walk around on my toes. Like I couldn't rest my weight on the balls of my feet. That's really weird!? By the way, that is just a way to try to explain the situation, just by describing one aspect. It's not a full and complete history (I hate that I have to say that sort of thing; I mean honestly, I shouldn't have to say that it isn't a full and complete history).
*their foolish name for it is "gravity". Also, they play silly games regarding labels for it, and discussing which muscles cause it or not.
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Other parts of the website:
Please check out some of the other pages on this website. There is one with the title "feminist images" that is very informative and educational. Also, there is a page setting the record straight on why I disapprove of anal sex.
