It has been a long time since I last blogged. My life has been intensely busy for months. After an incident at the IRS today, I decided that I would record my life with more vigor, if anything, but to leave a trail of evidence behind me. There is so much to write, I will probably jump around from date to date.
Maybe the place to start would be to say, that I became a US Citizen in October 2006. The 19th Amendment gave women the right to vote. In 2008, that right was stolen from me by my husband. He took my voters ballot, voted for McCain, and signed my signature. When I asked him to give me back my ballot, he refused, and grabbed the ballot and left the house. He dropped it in the ballot box that afternoon.
I only remembered that incident, whilst doing stacks of paperwork for a Protection Order. I drove to the nearest Government agency, and they got me a copy of my signed ballot by the next day. It was his signature, not mine!
Today I went to the IRS appeals office, as I have a pending Innocent Spouse claim for the 2 years he forced me to sign. In the 9 years we were married, he only filed 2 years of returns in late 2007. According to the IRS, I had signed a Form 870. I asked for a copy of the form with my signature. They could not give me one. The appeals officer pulled up 'our' case, which I had known nothing about, and I found out that my father had died in October 2007. This was the reason given to the Appeals office for further delay's in filing submission. We were both in Africa in October 2007, on a luxury Safari at Sabi Sabi. We also visited with my family and friends, in Johannesburg, Durban and Cape Town.
The more I learn about the life I knew nothing about, the more I am Gob Smacked! Later!

THE IRS & PTSD

Well, I made the call to the IRS, after my last blog. It turns out that I got some wonderful very helpful people. They stopped the garnishment of my wages. 2 Days later, I get a letter from my bank to say that my banking account has been attached. Monday morning I get back on the phone with the IRS, and once again, they fax off the letter to my bank and remove the lien.
Tomorrow at long last, my innocent spouse paper work goes to them. Then I got to wait up until 4 months to see if it is feasible enough for them.

This is a relief of sorts, after speaking to numerous people and having them tell me that there is no way to deal with the IRS directly, and that I needed to hire a tax attorney. With what money, I ask myself?

I feel like I am a deep dark hole, that I cannot see the light of day. I feel crippled and trapped. Am I going crazy? I use to own a very successful manufacturing company in South Africa, that I had for 15 years before I moved to the USA, to marry someone I had met on Match.

I have been to numerous doctor's and psychiatrists, trying to figure out what is wrong with me. Why can't I get it figured out in the USA? What is stalling the process?

More about all those treatments and medications that I have undertaken, all the while protesting that they have not diagnosed me correctly. For the first time on Monday, I met with a therapist, to see if EMDR therapy would help me. I walked into the room, and she asked which part of South Africa I was from? HUH? I told her that I was from Durban. She had lived in Cape Town herself and left there around the age of 30. The reason I had not picked up on her accent was that her parents were German, and her accent is different to mine.

The first consult is free to see if this is something that would be helpful. I have looked for answers for the last 5 years. Within the hour, she told me that she thought that all the diagnosis I had received, were wrong. She felt that i was suffering from PTSD. Well I go back tomorrow morning to start the work of healing myself.

How does a person go from supposed normalcy to this state of mind? Later!