I am a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) survivor with a degree in Biochemistry, I earned after my accident. The experts kept telling me, healing from my TBI was no longer possible. Happily, I ignored them (their dire/sadistic attempts to make me feel hopeless) and listened to other head injury survivors. Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy did allow me recovery from my TBI 31 years after the climbing accident my family and friends thought had killed me,

Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy (HBOT) - Recovery for Head Injury (TBI) Survivors. The equation used as an example. 25 years after my accident. No HBOT sessions. 15 minutes using a pencil. Lots of erasing. 31 years after my accident and 60 HBOT sessions. About one minute using a pen. No erasing. Right shoe Severe dragging damage Before HBOT. Right shoe Little dragging damage After three HBOT sessions. My right shoe (in the left picture) illustrates the damage to my right shoe caused by my foot dragging on the ground. I was tired of exercising and having it not respond. I had no expectations of it ever changing. I have been using the shoe (in the right picture) for three months. Damage from dragging on the ground is no longer an expensive and unpleasant reality. No more cheap, uncomfortable and poorly made shoes! In 1983, a 165 foot rock climbing fall left me in coma for six weeks, with a broken back, a TBI and other serious injuries. 31 years after my accident I had finally given up on exercising to improve my physical condition. The right side of my body didn't respond to motor input anymore. Exercise made me tired, but had no effect on my right side - it was really discouraging. Then in August 2014 I heard about HBOT on Brain Injury Radio. Intrigued, I contacted Bay Area Hyperbarics though I had no expectations of ever having a functioning right side of my body again. I was (and am) utterly astounded by this completely unexpected positive increase in my physical well being. After 60 HBOT sessions: I am using my diaphragm to form words again. The volume and depth of my voice is increasing. It is becoming easier for me to make myself heard in noisy locations. My normal speaking voice is returning after being gone for 31 years. After session 3, I realized my right foot was not longer dragging on the ground. It was ruining my shoes and The picture above is a link to Bay Area Hyperbarics, in the southern San Francisco Bay Area. did not respond to exercise, I did not know what else I could do. I was so used to chewing with the left side of my mouth, that I was unaware I was doing that. After 31 years I chew with both sides of my mouth again. I can stand with weight on my right leg again. It would not support me before HBOT and I fell a few times a year for 31 years. After 31 years I have stopped favoring my right leg. My weight is equally spread between my feet once more. After 31 years I no longer lean to the right. After 31 years fine motor control is returning to the right side of my body. I can shave faster with less pressure. Before session 16 I was able to stand free without having to constantly brace myself. After 31 years I can read print with both eyes open again. After 31 years I can hand write letters again. I can pet my cat with my right hand now, without her trying to bite me. After 31 years I can eat using my right hand again. For the first time ever I can write my own mathematical equations (calculus) and have the time to error check them for Algebraic mistakes. I can tutor mathematics, chemistry and physics because now I have the ability to show in writing what I am talking about. Before Hyperbarics I was physically unable to do that. TBI survivors need to know that they have an alternative to being alone, feeling depressed and miserable about themselves. I will always be grateful to Bay Area Hyperbarics for helping me mitigate the more serious effects of my TBI.

Page 1 Education for TBI Survivors Introduction 24 years of emotional trauma, taught by unaccredited staff people at the college and university. Scroll down to TBI page navigation or click HERE. Remember to scroll up to return here. Better late then never. 31 years after my accident I found completely unexpected recovery. Click on HYPERBARICS to see my amazing experience. DSS, DSPandS, DRC and other acronyms used are defined HERE Remember to scroll down to return here. Wireless Technology (WiFi) has serious concerns which are being deliberately withheld from the consumer. Ex: Lack of Media coverage of brain cancer causes. Independent scientists are in rare agreement on this issue. Read what they are saying about wireless communications by clicking Here. Scientific studies and opinions concerning wireless communications (54), click Links DSS ---- Disabled Student Services at UC Santa Cruz. I was their client from Fall 1994 to Spring 1990. DSPandS - Disabled Students Programs and Services at Cabrillo College. I was their client from Fall 1991 to Spring 2007. DRC -- Disabled Resource Center at UC Santa Cruz. I was their client from Fall 2007 to Spring 2008. Long overdue feedback, some analysis, and some commentary, from a Biochemistry graduate. I do not have a PhD in Biochemistry - despite my potential. I can't engage in Cancer research, because I do not have the Education despite 26 years at the College and University. DSS, DSPandS and DRC chose to use “Social Isolation” and “Learned Helplessness” to manipulate me. They never attempted to give me writing help with my homework or find capable lab assistants for me. Why that is, is a good question, one to which I have no idea. By not doing their job, they left me with two choices. I could do the best I could on my own and, maybe, if I was lucky, achieve academic mediocrity. Or I could drop out of school and give up on improving my life. I was able to type at 70 words per minute, with no mistakes, before I got hurt. 30 years later, I can type 30 words click on the picture above to read my evaluation. per minute with lots of mistakes. After my accident I was writing at 1/6 of my speed before it happened. A homework assignment that would have taken me fifteen hours before my accident, now took me 90 hours. I had no time for a social life whenever I was in school. Most of my friends finally gave up on me, as I was never fun to be around or could never focus on them and what they were doing (I was always thinking about homework I had not done or homework I would not be able to finish). I felt like there was something inherently wrong with me for being alive, for needing help. If I had competent assistance in writing and in lab, I could be the best student in class (I was the top student in Biochemistry Lab, Spring Quarter, 1986 - 32 months after my accident). My experience is what type of treatment other TBI Survivors can expect when they seek to rehabilitate themselves at the Community College or University Higher Education. What happens to disabled students and veterans who have been fortunate to survive traumatic incidents (including Military mishaps) when they enroll at the College and/or University level? I was never asked to evaluate the service I received - not once. How were they planning to improve service if they did not ask their clients? Maybe they have no intention? Physics jokes, Physics quotes and observations in blue text, within blue rectangles (like this), are placed throughout the text, preceding each section. Our present system of Higher Education leads to deliberate denial of the benefits of Rehabilitation (quality education) for some disabled students. These students have been lead to believe they will get the help they need to improve their lives when they enroll at the, College or University, level. In reality, accommodation for their disability is a hoax. No matter how smart they are, or how hard they work - they can never perform better then mediocre. Maybe DSS, DSPandS and DRC thought I was a fraud, that I was not disabled? Actually, I think their behavior was due to lack of training. I can think of no other reason these Staff People were choosing not to do the job, rehabilitate me (helping me with my education) they were being paid to do. DSPandS and DRC need to rehabilitate TBI Survivors with access to quality Education - not use, “Social Isolation” and “Learned Helplessness” to isolate, marginalize and, ultimately, trap us in poverty. It seems to me, Denial of Accommodation is a poor reward for veterans with TBI who were almost killed, serving America. Yet, the Staff People who did this to me, feel it is their right to withold service from any TBI Survivor they feel like? I was not used to being treated like a minority and took it personal. They didn't know me. What was going on? Their lack of training was obvious. I was up against their sterotypes of who they thought I was. I am not surprised DSS, DSPandS and DRC never asked me for feedback, not wanting a written record of what they had done to me (their client). In Spring 1987, I was walking through Kresge College (UCSC) on my way to Chemistry 101 (Thermodynamics). I stopped at the Kresge library to wash my hands. On the bathroom wall, by the sink, was written in pen, "I hate myself." To the side of this pronouncement, someone had added in pencil, "We hate you too." Maybe, you wonder why I put up with this for 24 years? This the logical output from someone who has been subjected to “Learned Helplessness” and “Social Isolation”. I kept looking forward, thinking things would improve, but they never did. DSS had taught me never to question what was being done to me, so, in a twisted logic, I became complicit in what was being done to me. Some of the Staff People of DSS, DSPandS and DRC chose to do this to me. Why they did this to me is a question to which I have no answer. I have had extensive experience in dealing with the Staff people who were supposed to see that the guidelines of the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) were being followed. I was still taking classes at UCSC when the ADA was signed into law, but DSS chose to keep pretending my need for help writing was a fraud and made no effort to accommodate my disability - maybe their reasoning was different. 30 years later I am still trying to figure why none of the three student organizations I had to work with would choose not do the job they were being paid to do. Regular text that is underlined (usually a different color too) is a link that will open a new window when clicked. This window will contain information to further explain the word (or words) that were underlined in the sending text. Closing that window returns you to the sending page. 24 years of attacking me and destroying my life at a UC campus and a Community College because I am disabled from a head injury. Anthony Walton My new reality begins on Page 1. > 24 years of emotional trauma, taught by unaccredited staff people at the college and university. You are here I was the top student in Organic Chemistry at UC Santa Cruz in the summer of 1982. A year later, in mid-summer 1983, a 165 foot rock climbing fall did not end my life or paralyze me, despite breaking my back. I woke six weeks later to an unforseen lifestyle change. While unconcious, I had been transfomed into a criminal who survived a traumatic accident with a head injury. As I have never been imprisoned: “Social Isolation” and “Learned Helplessness” were two new concepts to me. These two policies would ruin 32 years of my life; leaving me with no way to afford a family, few friends and a terrible self image. After 24 years of schooling, I am disabled, poor, unemployed and unemployable, because I was fooled into believing staff people were interested in helping educate me. What was the motivation of staff to treat me like they did? I can't figure it out. Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 An indifferent reality. In Fall 1984, my 24 year educational experience of paranoid loneliness and social isolation from my peers and the people around me was begun at the UC campus. The organizations that help disabled students with their education, attempted to make me go away by denying me accommodation for my disability. This was a deliberate event. I can not imagine why anyone would treat a law abiding American Citizen like a criminal, though I have tried. The Staff people that did this to me were (and are) sadistic monsters who broke the law. My diploma in Biochemistry. 24 years of psychological torture, “Social Isolation” and “Learned Helplessness” for the final year of my degree. They had conditioned me in 1984/1985 to get used to being treated badly (sadistically) by them and I no longer protested anything about my treatment after initially being attacked whenever I had. The staff I was forced to work with at the UC campus and the Community College ignored parts of the ADA from its passage in 1990, until Spring 2008 (one of them bragged to me in October 2009), I finally realized these people had no intention of ever doing their job and I finally dropped out of school. Educational Aftermath. My life is really sad, isolated and depressing, because I refused to give up hope for my rehabilitation. I kept looking forwards, trying to ignore the the subtle, but constant, sadism from the staff that were helping me and would not drop out of school for 24 years. Senior research. What these Staff people did to me is not unique to the UC campus and the community college I attended. The attitude they were using to justify their actions was evident wherever I looked on the Internet. Internet research. Decriminalize head injury. TBI survivors are not criminals or freaks - educate us. Toughen and Enforce The ADA. Make feedback mandatory. Make staff accountable for their actions. There is strong correlation between cell phone use and brain cancer. Follow these links (54) to scientific studies and opinions. Links 1 - 27 or Links 28 - 54 As a head injury survivor, I needed help with my education, but that is not what I got. Public employess chose to deprive the human race of a needed, dedicated and intelligent, cancer researcher (me), because they could. These people intentionally ruined my chances to live a normal life and provide for a family because I am a head injury survivor. Please help me expose them. Send links of this website with a brief explanation to every US government agency, US government official, US government employee, anyone and/or media sources or organizations you can think of. This is what happened to a middle class male who had the good fortune to survive a traumatic accident without being paralyzed, but was unlucky to try and continue his education. While, my experience is with two schools in California, the reader should remember; unless the survivor of a traumtic accident is independantly wealthy and has enough money to bypass Access links Access 1 Page 1 Mediocre Education TBI (TBI) and Higher Education Page 2 Education or Fraud? Page 3 Stockholm Syndome and Higher Education Access 2 Page 4 ADA and TBI Page 5 Safer Technology for Nuclear Power Page 6 Dedication of Strangers Page 7 My Introduction to TBI Page 8 Rights & Expectations Access 3 Page 9 TBI & Higher Education Page 10 Educational Access Page 11 Accountability Justice Page 12 Final Thoughts similar policies, they too will have a outcome similar to mine. I think about the isolation, the constant humiliation, the self-consciousness, the fruitless attempt(s) to change my sexual orientation, the constant attacks on my self-image by the organizations being paid to help me. The attitudes from DSS, DSPandS and DRC, directed at me puzzled me. I always got a sense of mocking, a sense that they were going through the motions, but there was always feeling of insincerity. They were not doing what they said they were. I did not know what to think. If I said anything, they attacked me. They said they were helping me complete my education, but their actions indicated that was not their interest. I had no one to protest to. DSS taught me to disbelieve my thoughts about my education. If I criticized my treatment, the head of DSS wasted no time in attacking me. DSS was wrecking my social life and my academic life. I knew it, but did know what I could to do. If I said anything I was attacked. Why did DSS feel they had the right subject me to, “Learned Helplessness”? Why do DSPandS and DRC feel they have the right to treat another human this way? Where do these organizations get the money to do this? These are questions I can not answer. I would think the Chancellor of UC Santa Cruz and the President/Superviser of Cabrillo College would know. I have written both people and there has been no investigation as to what transpired or why it happened. I thought education was a means to lessen the effects of TBI, but that has been taken away from me. I survived a horrific accident, but I did not expect to be treated like a freak, a person undeserving of opportunity. What is the purpose of the training and dedication of the men and women who enabled me to survive my accident, for this to happen to me? My brother is a Orthopedic Surgeon. He knows how hard I have worked. He is appalled by the way TBI survivors are treated when they (me) seek to continue on with their lives. I have no ideas of how to change people's attitudes. This problem is going to keep getting worse and worse. When enough TBI survivors have killed themselves because the day-to-day humiliation has broken them? Then, maybe, people might take notice? What is school like for a regular person? New friends? A spouse? A Social life? Going to school was different for me. The consequences of the way I have been bullied are with me everyday I am alive. My Education My quest for my degree as a disabled student at UC Santa Cruz began in Fall Quarter 1984 and culminated five years later when I graduated in 1989. In 1990 I went up to UC San Francisco for a graduate school interview, but was so soured with my undergraduate experiences at UC Santa Cruz I could not get enthused about six or seven years more of the isolation from my fellow students DSS exposed me to. So I continued, first at Cabrillo College until May 2007 and then back at UC Santa Cruz for Fall Quarter 2007. At the end of Spring Quarter 2008, I was not able to keep ignoring reality and realized my academic career had been over since 1984. At the end of Spring Quarter 2008, I looked and thought about the damage that had been done to my academic record by DSS, DSPandS and, to a lesser extent, DRC. Finally, I had an overwhelming dose of reality. These people had never given me any positive feedback about any of my numerous academic accomplishments. In 24 years they had never said anything anything positive about anything I had done. If they had, it would be so unusual, that I could not forget. Did the staff expect and want me to fail? I was not lazy and I was not killing time, I was serious about my education. However, their attitudes towards the people they were being paid to support gave me a different impression. They were not proud of any of my academic achievments. I have listed a small number of the incidents I am talking about. For example: DSS did not congratulate me on achieving my degree. I invited them to the ceremony, but they did not come. DSS never gave me any feedback about working with professor Tony Fink for my degree. DSPandS never mentioned the fact that I was a tutor for Photoshop, MS Word, Adobe Illustrator, HTML, Dreamweaver, Chemistry, Biology and some Mathematics. DSPandS said nothing positive about the photomontage of my Mom, my grand mother and her relatives, I created it for a class at Cabrillo College. Everyone else, with the exception of that female staff person of DSPandS, was blown away. They were all so positive about my creation from four black & white photographs that her lack of enthusiasm was noticeable. At the time it puzzled me. She did say the boots my Mom were wearing were similar to ones she had seen. DSPandS said nothing about my formal lab report for Physics 4B, though it was written at Cabrillo College. My lab report on Nuclear Fusion may be viewed by clicking Formal Lab Report (close the pdf document to return to this page). DRC never gave me any feedback about my scoring a 79 on the Quantum Theory midterm (Fall 2007), while the class average was 59. Instead, DSS, DSPandS and DRC, worked on destroying my academic credibility through denial-of-service. They succeeded. I had little, to no, chance of being accepted by any graduate program - anywhere. I did not have the money to waste sending out futile applications for graduate school. A consequence (one of many) of the complete lack of accommodation for my disability - it took me 26 years to gain the knowledge, had I not been disabled, I would have acquired in three years. I was not 29 anymore - I was 52. At last I had given up on being a research scientist. My academic career was over. After 24 years, the policies of DSS, DSPandS and DRC toward TBI survivors had finally whipped me, but they had not broken me - I am not Gay & I will never kill myself. Instead I am publishing what they did to me. People need to know what was done to me. Why I am so passionate about giving survivers of horrific accidents accommodation for their disability. What was done to me is hardly a fitting reward for the air traffic controllers who guided the helicopters, the Park rangers, the helicopter pilots and the helicopter crews who rescued me and then flew me to the hospital in Modesto, the doctors, nurses, nurse's aids, physical therapists, occupational therapists, speech therapists, EMTs, ambulance personel and others who saved my life and cared for me as I recovered. DSS, DSPandS and DRC took an intelligent, creative and highly motivated person and did this to me. It took decades, but they finally whipped me. Are these organizations proud of what they did to me? It took 24 years, are UC Santa Cruz and Cabrillo College proud of what they achieved? In 2008 I created a video to honor Ray, my best friend and buddy. In 1982 my brother and I ran from Toulumne Meadows to Yosemite Valley, over Vogelsang Pass. We covered almost 30 miles (29.9) in 11 hours. Click above, on the trail sign, to read my account (written in 2009) of our extraordinary accomplishment. Ray and I caroused around for 34 years. Ray died in a fall on this part of the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) on May 15, 2006. Page 2 Fraudulent Education Effects of the relentless efforts to damage my life by DSS, DSPandS and DRC because I was their client. Definition of Fraud from Wikopedia Fraud: In criminal law, a fraud is an intentional deception made for personal gain or to damage another individual; the related adjective is fraudulent. The specific legal definition varies by legal jurisdiction. Fraud is a crime, and also a civil law violation. A record of the last 27 years of my life, best illustrates what has been done to me at UC Santa Cruz by DSS & DRC, and Cabrillo College by DSPandS. I have been isolated from my fellow students for 24 years. This happened because I was a client of DSS, DSPandS and DRC. I have degree in Biochemistry. I had a girlfriend when I moved out of state in 1992/1993. My academic record is abysmal. My GPA does not reflect my intelligence. I am living with the lasting effects of social isolation. a horrible self-image. few friends from school. no wife or girlfriend. no family. sexual harassment from some Gay men After 24 years of doing my best in school I still do not have job skills. I do not have a job. Point 2 illustrates my drive and intelligence. Point 3 illustrates the positive effects of being away from the torture and humiliation I had become used to. Alas, I hated Oregon, its RedNecks and rainy weather and moved back, not realizing what I was subjecting myself to once more. I wanted to get an advanced degree so that I would have income for a family. I can attempt to make sense of points 4, 5 and 6, but I really have no idea of what I did to deserve this sort of payback. For another view of my reality, to get a sense of what denial-of-service has meant for me, click consequences (close the window that opens to return to this page). For DSS, DSPandS and DRC to say they did not know what they were doing to me is unbelievable. Here are four examples that illustrate DSS, DSPandS and DRC knew exactly what they were doing to me. The Evidence: The staff of DRC made no effort to accommodate my disability. One of the staff members did her best at making school as difficult as possible for me. She never tried to accommodate my disability. For example she kept the class notes from me until I spent the 30 minutes it took me to make a specific trip get the notes. She attacked me constantly, once for telling my note taker to do a better job, for not wanting to use carbonless c opy paper (BPA exposure), giving me grief for me telling my note-taker her first priority was to accurately take notes and deliver them to me etc.. There is no doubt in my mind. If I had had to deal with this person when I was an undergraduate, I would not have graduated with my degree. One time I went by the office to pick up the notes, but they were not ready because there were problems with the printer. The receptionist said he would bring them to me in 30 minutes. I waited for two hours until he showed up. Then I discovered that he did not have the notes. I had to wait 40 minutes for him to go back to the DRC office and return. He was mockingly civil to me and his mistake seemed planned. I wondered if he and the female staff person, I was having so much trouble with, had dreamed his mistake up?. I always had the impression of a mocking civility every time I talked to him and that seemed a logical thing for him to have done. I have no idea what happened, but I do remember how he was not surprised. He made no effort to look for the notes. The female DRC staff person I was having trouble with impeded my academic progress every chance possible. She attacked me for emailing my note-taker in Chemistry 163C (Statistical Mechanics) and telling her to do a better job. She even went so far as to tell me there was nothing wrong with the notes (I have her email), that they looked fine to her. I had another student's notes. I was able to demonstrate how she did not know what she was talking about. In October of 2009 I was told by a staff member of DSPandS (at Cabrillo College) that she had known for years I needed help writing and had chosen to deny me accommodation for my disability. She gave no reason, but her smugness (pride) in her revelation astounded me. I could not understand how could she feel it was okay to subject a client she is paid to serve (me) to the humiliation, the long hours alone trying desperately to write my homework and the academic ruin (I never had time to study for my midterms or finals because I was always working on my homework). This is the same waste of my life that destroyed most of my friendships and prevented me from ever having the time to hangout with women - this waste of my time has characterized my life for 24 years. She was smiling as she told me - she obviously felt good about ignoring the ADA and not providing me with accommodation. In 1984, 1985 & 1986, I complained about my treatment, my needs to the head of DSS and she attacked me for it, saying I was ungrateful, unappreciative and so forth. She was aware of the effects of the social isolation she was subjecting me to. About five weeks into fall quarter 1984 she asked me, "Have you thought about killing yourself?" I responded with, "No. Why would I want to do that?" She asked me again, "Have you thought about killing yourself?" Again I responded with, "No. Why would I want to do that?" She never answered me. It has been well over 26 years since that conversation. Yet, I still recall how struck I was by her repeating "Have you ever thought about killing yourself?" I remember thinking she must be trying to trick me, that she did not believe me. I was mystified as to why she would think that I would ever consider such a thing? It never occurred to me that she expected her deliberate lack of accommodation to make me suicidal and was surprised that it did not have the effect that she expected. In 1985 the female staff person of DSS who I dealt with, was going on about this really amazing movie, "Kiss of the Spider Woman," she had seen and told me I would appreciate it. So I went and saw it. Basically two guys are in prison, one is Gay and one is hetero. At the end of the film, the hetero dude finally gives in to the Gay dude the last night they are together in prison, the screen goes dark and I do not remember anything else. I remember how unimpressed I was. From the way she set it up, I was expecting something deep and meaningful - it was not. I thought it boring and a waste of time. I had no idea why she thought it was so cool. I was aware of what DSS was trying to do to me, but that was so unbelievable, I didn't connect-the-dots until decades later. She was the confidant of the head of DSS, the woman who was intent on isolating me from my fellow students. This incident, at the time, I did not think much of. Now it is obvious to me they were trying to change my sexual orientation and deliberately making me feel suicidal through their policy of social isolation. I am willing to meet to meet any of the people or staff of DSS, DSPandS or DRC in a public setting. I would like them to tell me to my face why they did what they did to me. I would like to hear them try to jusify how it was possible to treat another person so shabby for so long. Evidence 1, Evidence 2, Evidence 3 and Evidence 4 show an attitude by DSS, DSPandS and DRC towards a client they paid to help educate, an attitude that is astounding. Why DSS, DSPandS and DRC felt it was okay to do as much damage to my social life as possible is a question I would like answered. I am not misremembering or fabricating events - all incidents actually happened. I am trying to understand what happened. I have done my best to accurately remember each one. Hopefully I will be able to come to terms with why my life is such a disaster. Points 7 & 8 are best illustrated by the fact that I was a client of California Department of Rehabilitation, from 4/16/99 to 8/7/01, to find steady employment. They successfully closed my case after 28 months. I thought they were interested in getting me a job? This is success? They had not found their client a job which was their stated goal. Ten years after I graduated from UCSC with a degree in Biochemistry I did not have useful job skills and I did not have a job. While I was their client, though, I did keep a lot of people employed, so, for those people, my fruitless attempts at finding work were successful. California has cut many essential and non-essential programs to balance the state budget. Is California Department of Rehabilitation essential? Do they want to work with Head Injury Survivors? Page 3 Stockholm Syndrome and Higher Education Even though all violence I experieced was psychological, there was no threat of physical violence, it is assumed the Stockholm Syndrome is a valid model to use in this stituation as I am unaware of any other study of this phenomena. Stockholm Syndrome is a term used to describe a real paradoxical psychological phenomenon wherein hostages express empathy and have positive feelings towards their captors, sometimes to the point of defending them. These feelings are generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims (their captors had threatened to kill them), who essentially mistake a lack of abuse from their captors for an act of kindness. The Syndrome is named after the Norrmalmstorg robbery of Kreditbanken at Norrmalmstorg in Stockholm, Sweden, in which bank employees were held hostage from August 23 to August 28, 1973 Those people were held hostage for six days by people that threatened to kill them. DSS, DSPandS and DRC never threatened me with physical harm - far from it. Yet, they were my captors. I could not attend the University or College unless I dealt with them. They said, or implied (DRC), that they were interested in my education. There was always the message too, that indicated, "You're not a worthwhile person. Your writing is pathetic and it's not our problem." from people who claimed they were helping me get an education. . In lecture I was always aware of my inability to take notes. and, most recently (2007-2008), the mocking resentment I felt directed at me whenever I was in the office of DRC. There are three examples of the Stolkholm Syndrome which are illuminating as to what I experienced, that is I can identify with the feelings these people expressed. Mary McElroy was kidnapped and held for ransom in 1933 and released by her captors unharmed. She took her own life in 1940. In Spring 1987, The constant humilation, the attacks on my sexual orientation and the social isolation caused by DSS and their policy of denial-of-sevice was finally breaking me. I was starting to feel suicidal after two and half years of torment and started joking about killing myself. Patty Hearst was kidnapped by the Symbionese Liberation Army in 1974. After two months in captivity, she actively took part in a robbery they were orchestrating. Like Patty Hearst, I was actively partipating in a script that my captors (DSS, DSPandS and DRC) had written, but, in my case, I was alone and not carrying out my captors wishes ( so I thought). I was desperately writing my homework, doing the best I could and seeing how bad it was. The entire time being aware that my friends were enjoing themselves going to parties or movies or sharing dinners etc.. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. If I did my homework I might do okay in class (I never had time to study for my midterms or final), but I would not have time to be with my friends. If I made time for my friends I would fail all my classes. Jaycee Lee Dugard was abducted at age 11 by Phillip and Nancy Garrido at a school bus stop in 1991 and was imprisoned at their residence for 18 years. Dugard has since admitted to forming an emotional bond with Garrido (he raped her repeatedly and impregnated her twice) with great guilt and regret. I invited DSS to my graduation even though I was aware of what they were doing to my academic record, my social life and my friendships. I invited eight other people and they all came (my brother flew in from Hanover, New Hampshire). I was thinking DSS would be proud of me. When no one showed up, however, I came up with all these rationales why they had not come. Actually, I think they were ashamed of what I was (disabled) and annoyed by my existence. I was living testament to their futile efforts to break me. I feel guilty for ignoring what DSS had been doing to me and inviting them to my graduation. The assault on my friendships and sexual orientation by DSS and DSPandS was not continous (I would escape to Modesto or Mariposa to see my best friend - twice a month) or I would have killed myself. I felt really bad about myself almost all the time I was at either UC Santa Cruz or Cabrillo College. All the time I was working on my homework I was aware something was not right, but always attributed those feelings to myself. There was something inherently wrong with me, with my existence. It was something I had done - it was never what was being done to me by those that were helping me with their policy of denial-of-service (social isolation). Credibility If I was unaware of this issue, I would want to know and, I believe, the same is true for other people. I get the impression that I am the first TBI survivor to speak about my treatment and its consequences. I risk my credibility by speaking about this now. Understand I spoke up back in 1984 and was attacked by the head of DSS. She did not want to hear anything that was not positive and glowing about the job DSS was doing. Scanning various websites of Colleges and Universities, I realized nothing has changed. I emailed 16 schools about services they provide (April 20, 2011) and got back two responses, this is motivating me. TBI survivors are people. People need to know what is going on , what I was subjected to and the effects it is having on my life. So, I am speaking about what was done to me. DSS, DSPandS and DRC deseve full credit for my terrible self image and damaged life. I am trying to come-to-grips with why I have been alone for 18 years. I am not a criminal, yet they deliberately did this to me for some reason of which I am unaware. How do the conditions responsible for the Stockholm Syndrome influence the way the ADA was written, that is, why are staff people, who knowingly break the law, are still employed in the same job and allowed to escape justice? How do the conditions that lead to the Stockholm Syndrome influence (prevent) other victims of abuse, by sadistic staff people, from speaking about their treatment? Click here to go to Access 2 Access 1 Access 2 Access 3 Links to student access issues Site Map Lecture Experience Laboratory Experience Details Access 1