This is me: Wendy Christine Allen

These are my main characters: Quaraun & BoomFuzzy: Frost Lich embracing Moon Elf -- watercolour art by Wendy Christine Allen

But first off, let's answer the #1 question that gets asked: "Why is the url eelkat" if your name is not EelKat. I thought you WERE EelKat. Who is EelKat if it isn't you?"
No. I am not EelKat.

This is EelKat:

Miss Citten the Eel-Kat is the talking Faerie Cat who is the narrator of The Twighlight Manor segments of The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer. She is the Empress of the Ptarmagin Kats of Planet Ptarmagin, and travels in her starship the VISION-D8, piloted by a silver skinned electric Eel MerMan named Etiole, known as Captain GoldenEagle, roaming the galaxy in search of rare Space Eels. Literally EelKat is her TITLE and not her name, as her name is Miss Citten.

The word Eel-Kat means "Cat who has pet Eels".

Miss Citten is the cat with pet eels, thus she is Miss Citten the Eel-Kat.

Important:

Fraudulent sites are impersonating Wendy Christine Allen.

• The ONLY official website for Wendy Christine Allen is Space Dock 13 (www.eelkat.com)

Fraudulent social media accounts, particularly on Reddit and FaceBook are impersonating Wendy Christine Allen.

• The ONLY official social media accounts for Wendy Christine Allen are listed in the footer here at Space Dock 13 (www.eelkat.com)

Any websites and accounts you find online that are NOT on this list are NOT Wendy Christine Allen

Also in recent weeks (November 2025 and December 2025), multiple people have contacted me asking variations of the question: "What ever happened to the bullying awareness website you run, I can't find it anywhere?"

Uhm...???... the what?

This website that you are reading right now is the ONLY website I've ever had.

I have NEVER had another website, bullying awareness or otherwise.

So, I have no clue what is this "bullying awareness" website is that you think I run, but, whatever it is, it ain't me.

I don't know if people are mixing me up with someone else, or if someone has made some sort of site and are pretending to be me, but, this site you are on right now, eelkat.com, was started in 1996 and it is the only website I've ever had. It has always been an author homepage, it as always been the archive for my short stories and novels, and it has never been anything else. 

It has been hosted on GeoCities, Angel Fire, TriPod, FreeWebs, and WordPress and other hosts over the decades, and originally it was:

geocities.com/TheSpaceDock13Network

later AngelFire.com/TheSpaceDock13Network

and TriPod.com/TheSpaceDock13Network

and FreeWebs.com/TheSpaceDock13Network

No matter what service hosted it is was ALWAYS TheSpaceDock13Network

In 2013 I bought the url eelkat.com (it was shorter and easier for people to remember then TheSpaceDock13Network.com) and it has had the eelkat.com url ever since.

SpaceDock13 is the name of the lighthouse the main character of my novels lives in. The site was called SpaceDock13 because it housed the stories about said main character. In fact, the site is STILL called Space Dock 13, that has never changed.

So, I don't know what this "bullying awareness" website it is that several people are looking for and thought was run by me, but, it wasn't my site and I don't know what it was.

Additionally:

If you are one of (as of December 2025, the now more than ten thousand) daily visitors, who arrive here daily in search of SEO advice, I made this page for you:

My response to the alarming spike in traffic to my "SEO" pages. aka I am getting Weird Spike In Google Traffic For SEO & Content Writing & Marketing keywords and search terms even though this is a Yaoi and Gay Romance website that has absolutely nothing to do with SEO or Content Writing or Content Marketing What the fuck?

An update to info about this woman imperonating me (added January 26, 2026)

If you were bedridden for 9 years, would your friends and family remember you when you returned to walking again?

Mine didn't, in fact they forgot me so hard that an impersonator took my place in their lives for 9 years. How does this happen?

 I had a wild experience today, and it has made me question: how fast do YOU forget people you know? Like details about them? I ask because, this was someone who knows me offline, face to face, local friend, who hasn't seen me in about a year, but knows me, and knows my car... specifically knows my cars... a 1992 Volvo, that is fully mural painted, with a giant pink jellyfish on the hood, a purple unicorn on one side, a blue merman and a seraphum angle on the other side, and a purple dragon on the back. Also, has a huge four foot long wheelchair carrier on the back, with my website url painted in yellow daisies. This is the same car that for over a decade had 2.5 million marbles glued to it.

I build art cars. I have NEVER not once in 50 years ever owned a car that was NOT an art car. Some of my cars are very, very, very, very famous *cough-TheRealChristineakaTheWorld'sMostHauntedCar-madefamousbyStephenKing-akaI'mtheREALGypsywitchfromThinner-cough*. My motorhome glows in the dark, yes, it's painted with blacklight neon pink and neon lime green metal flake bass boat paint.

I'm kind of a little bit famous, not only for my cars, but also for being one of the few authors on the planet to have sold over ten million copies of my books, most of which have pictures of my cars instead of pictures of me the author in the author bio, because my cars are more famous then I am.

I am also known for my cloths, and more recently my wheelchair, because I still wear the traditional garb of my people, we are Gypsies, and that means I wear what is often mistaken for Muslim/hyjabi because I wear head scarfs, long veils, long kaftan, long kimono-like robes, great kilts, and huge ruahna shawls, most of which are hand woven in bright colours and thick embroidery, sequins, and beadwork that would make Liberace proud.

I have never dressed "normal" (by American standards) and I've never had a normal car, and one of my cars is so famous it has 30million fans, and I've had to keep it in storage for over twenty years, because it's so famous I can't take it out without being mobbed by it's fans: THOUSANDS of them.

The Volvo is not quite as famous as the Dodge, but it's almost. And it too is to the point where, I can't even park it in my driveway because my driveway faces the main road, and I have to daily deal with dozens of tourists in my driveway taking pictures of themselves with my car if I leave it in the driveway. I have to park it on a side street around the back, so that it can not be seen from the main road.

And that, insaly famous car, is the car in question here. I've owned the Volvo since 2006, it is my daily driver, BUT, ever since buying it, it has ALWAYS had issues with cold weather. It is after all an antique car, nearly forty years old, that I am using as my daily driver. And so, because I actually care about keeping my cars running, and don't buy a new car every year like Americans do, that means I also, keep my car off the road, once deep winter arrives.

This year, deep winter arrived, mid December, and so two weeks before Christmas, as I have done every year since 2006, I packed up my car and put it in storage for the winter. I'll take it out of storage when winter shows signs of leaving, which given how it is going so far this year, means I likely will not be using my car until mid March or later.

So, this person, who knows me, and knows my car... had comments to say today about "my" car. The specifics of the comments are not important. What was important was "my" car was upsetting them a great deal and they informed me of this, as they had just seen “my” car minutes prior.

Needless to say this confused me greatly, because my car has been in a storage unit for a little over two months now and is still there.

I told them this. 

They were now equally as confused as I was.

Then they explained which car they were talking about.

It was just a plain, ordinary, normal, looks like the millions of other cars in America that look just like it average car.

That's not your car?

Nope.

Why would it be?

I'm KNOWN for a neon orange car, a glow in the dark green and pink blacklight car, and a muralled and rhinestone'd car... I'm known for a wardrobe that rivals Liberaces in both colour and rhinestones... more recently I'm also known for a neon yellow and orange, glow in the dark wheelchair, I'm known for book covers in the guadeiest shades of eye blinding pink and purple...

I'm legally blind since birth, I can not see shades of red, brown, grey, or black, I can only see neon shades of pink, orange, yellow, and teal blue... so EVERYTHING I do, my book covers, my clothes, my wheelchair, and my cars are always ONLY in those colours because I can't see other colours... why would you think, a car that was NOT neon pink, day glow orange, or glow in the dark lime green, was mine?

But the thing is... this is someone who knows me personally, offline, someone who I don't think is aware I'm famous (because most locals don't, I like my privacy), but, they ARE someone who in the summer when my car is not in storage sees my car almost every single day... so they KNOW the antique Volvo with the wild neon paint job that looks like it drove out of the 1960s, is my car. They also know I'm in a wheelchair and can't go out of the house without the wheelchair so can't go in ANYONE'S car unless their car is equipped with wheelchair transportability.

The car in question, not only a fairly newish aged car of common drab colour, also does not have a wheelchair carrier, so, that too should have been obvious.

But...

Here's the thing...

So, it turns out, because this person has not seen me in over a year, they forgot I was in a wheelchair and they forgot my car is a work of psychedelic art on wheels, and ... the car they were complaining about was parked in front of my apartment, you know, in a city that has 27k on street parked cars, so no body parked on the street is parked in front of their own house... so they just assumed it was my car.

But... back to the question at the start... 

When you are dealing with common, average, same old same old carbon copy cars that all look alike, or when you are dealing with Americans who own such cars.... I can understand how you forget them, because, they are arguably forgettable. Out of the factory they all look exactly the same to millions of other cars.

But, when you have a car like mine... how do you forget that? Or, when someone has been using a wheelchair for 13 years, over a decade now, how do you forget that?

I'm just left to wonder... obviously there is an issue of memory loss here... but... it seemed like an odd bit of memory exchange.

And it got me to thinking, that this is not the first time such as thing has happened (first time with this person), it actually has been happening quite a lot since 2021.

See, I became crippled in 2013 and was bedridden from 2013 to 2021... so, I vanished completely 100% from church, college, work, and online/social media/my blogs/etc. Gone without a trace, because I was paralyzed, severed spine, paralyzed arms and legs, and it took from 2013 to 2021 to relearn to use my fingers, hands, arms, and legs.... May 2021, I went outside for the first time in 9 years... that was when you started to see me doing my daily "walk around the block" using my wheelchair as a walker, pushing it and leaning on it for support, to try to relearn to walk. The first day it took me over 2 hours to reach the West Cutts Street stop signs, a distance of about 200 feet. Now in 2026 I am able to walk to the dirt road beside the tracks and back in about an hour and a half (a distance of about 750 yards).

In my daily walking i encounter a LOT of people who knew me BEFORE 2013, who are stunned, shocked, and upset to learn I was paralyzed and no one told them... worse... they usually think it must be recent, happened a few weeks ago.... why, because they tell me of a woman with a black car, sometimes they call it a Cadillac, other times a Lincoln, other times a Buick, but always a big fairy new black sedan... whom they THOUGHT was me, in fact, they stopped to talk with her... and one pointed out... "wait, I just remembered, you were born with low functioning Autism, like RainMan, you are almost mute, you can't talk right, she's talks fine; how did I mistake her for you? I never noticed she wasn't you until I just see you now!" 

Nearly a dozen different people have told me of this woman, they say she goes by "EelKat" even tells them to call her "EelKat". EelKat is the name of a fictional talking black cat from my novels. I am not EelKat, I have never called myself EelKat. But this woman, who has been impersonating me locally, had MULTIPLE DOZEN locals convinced she was me.

She also convinced people that I believed my WW2 veteran homeless friend to be an "amphibious alien" named Etiole. A homeless transman in his 90s, who was a prisoner of war during WW2, survived a concentration camp, and lives with massive PTSD, unable to be around people, and has horrible burns all over his body disfiguring him. He was a fighter piolet from France, back then still living as a cis-female. He is not an alien, his name is not Etiole, I've never called him an alien, I don't call him Etiole... and yet, this black haired woman has not only convinced dozens of locals, but spread the rumour so far and wide online,, that I found out about it in September 2023 when Coast To Coast AM Radio showed up in my driveway asking to interview me about being an alien abductee! I've never been abducted by aliens, my friend is not an alien, heck, I don't even believe in aliens or any of that other conspiracy theory junk!

My best friend is a World war Two fighter pilot, and you’ve all known that, I’ve been taken care of him since 1978! When that impersonator showed up calling him an alien, that should have been your first red flag that she WAS NOT ME!

And, these local people, since 2021, and my return both to the internet and going outside, after 9 years not online and 9 years bedridden... these local people are all telling me the same thing: "OMG! I thought she was you! I forgot you never wear pants! I forgot your always wear a head scarf! I forgot you wear glasses! (she does not) I forgot you build/drove art cars! I forgot..." It's an endless list of "I forgot this about you..."

And it's not just random locals..... it's my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, people I went to college with for 3 years, people I went to church with for forty years... these are people who knew me up close and personal, people I went to movies with, people I interacted with offline daily for years... 

• --they FORGOT I was mute and thought nothing of suddenly "me" showing up and talking to them?

I’ve only recently just started learning how to talk because I had surgery on my jaw… turns out my jaw bone has been fused shut since infancy and jaw replacement surgery fixed my mutness… but five decades of no vocal chord use my voice is barely above a whisper and ‌always will be, plus I slur words really bad because five decades of writing notes to “speak” in person, means I have no practice with sounding out words, I only know how to write them… how did you not notice this woman SPOKE when I WRITE everything on a notepad for five decades because I was born mute!!!!

• --they FORGOT I was legally blind and thought nothing of suddenly "me" showing up and seeing them and not wearing glasses?

Here's one...

• --they FORGOT I am not white, I am an INDIGENOUS race, a Native American & Persian Gypsy and thought nothing of suddenly "me" showing up SUDDENLY A WHITE PERSON?

--they FORGOT I was Kickapoo Native American, Persian Gypsy, and Mongolian/Asian mix race and thought nothing of suddenly "me" showing up WHITE? Yeah, I’m STILL got my flat Asian face, lidded Asian eyes, huge Native American nose and brown Native American skin, none of my skin colour, eye shape, or facial bone structure changed,... how did you mistake a white person for me? WTH?

HOW does that happen?

• Forget that she showed up gibbering madness about aliens… she wasn’t even the same RACE or SKIN COLOUR as me! And THAT didn’t tell you that she was not me?

HOW does that happen?

How do you forget I'm not white?

People see what they WANT to see... and I never realized how MUCH people see what they WANT to see instead of what is ACTUALLY IN FRONT OF THEM.

The strangest one was a woman who came running up to me yelling

"Hey, eelKat, wait up!" and when I turned around to facwe her she stopped shot and stode there "wait, your not... your... wait... your you... but... wait... so... who ... but... I though... wait... so ...wh.o.. wait... who...who have I been talking to all this time?"

She then told me that soon as she saw me it jolted her memory and reminded her that I was in fact me; she then explained that for the past ten years she has been going shopping, to movies, out to eat, went to an Atwater wedding, went to a few Atwater funerals, all with this other woman, who she thought was me the entire time... then embarrassed explained that somehow this other woman had convinced her and all my aunts and uncles and cousins that she was me and they had all believed she was me... she further explained that, upon seeing the real me up close, all her old pre-2010 memories of me flooded back and she immediately recognized me as me, and said that she can't figure out why it was that she never noticed this imposter was not me, because now seeing me face to face for the first time in over a decade, that this imposter looks and sounds and acts and talks and dresses nothing like me at all and there is no logical reason why she SHOULD have thought the imposter was me at all.

I suppose this would explain odd things like in 2016 the day the Biddeford police came over, with his phone on speaker, talking to an Old Orchard police officer and the conversation was:

BPD: "Nope, she's right here in Biddeford, I'm talking to her right now."

OPD: "Yeah, see? I told you this isn't her."

Man police called "Mark": "That is EelKat!"

OPD: "No, it isn't!"

BPD: "WolfBoy, you gotat stop with the fake complaints about Wendy, she's right here in Biddeford."

Mark: "That woman in the cowboy hat is Wendy."

Me: "I don't own a cowboy hat."

OPD: "I think you don't wear jeans either do you?"

ME: "I'm a Mormon. The Church does not allow women to wear pants."

OBP: "See? Told you she never wears pants."

Mark: "SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS EELKAT!"

OBD: "That's not EelKat. Wendy is the one everyone calls EelKat and that's not Wendy. Wendy is in Biddeford right now, we got an officer at her apartment talking to her right now."

Mark: "THAT IS WENDY! SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS WENDY!"

OPD: "This woman is not Wendy. We know Wendy really well. Her dad is an OOB Fireman. Her grandfather founded the Old orchard beach Fire Department. Her great grandfather founded our town. We know the Allens really well. That woman is not one of them."

Mark: "THAT IS MY LAND AND I WANT HER OFF OF IT."

OPD: "WorlfBoy, I have already told you, this land belongs to Miss Allen. We checked the deed. This woman is not Miss Allen and YOU do not own this land."

BPD: "Should I have an ambulance bring Wendy down to Old Orchard, so you can see who she is?"

Mark: "What are you talking about an ambulance for?!?!"

BPD: "Sir, I don't think you know who Miss Allen is. She's bedridden. She's a cripple. She's a quadriplegic. And both of you are treepassing on her private property. Legally we can arrest both of you."

That event always puzzled me. The police never did tell me who either the woman or WolfBoy Mark were, just said that they'd handle it and keep them both of my property.

As I don't know anyone named Mark, I never did find out who Mark wolfBoy was. And apparently no one knows who the real name of this woman impersonating me and as I personally have never seen her I don't know if she is somebody I know or not.

So, I knew in 2016 because of that event that someone was claiming to be me. But it was not until summer 2025, just 6 months ago, when I started walking outside pushing my wheelchair around the block, that I first became aware of how massively, enormously wide spread this woman's level of impersonating me really was.

Additionally, my banks accounts had been closed. By who or when is unknown. bein quardapalegic since 2013 until 2021, and not able to walk any distance until 2023, means I found out about it in 2023, the first time I was able to go to the bank since 2013.

I had opened both a savings account and a checking account in 1979, so these two accounts were over forty years old, and the only bank account I had ever had. In 2023, I went to the bank for the first time since becoming crippled in 2013, as it was the first time of my ability to get that far away from my bed in a decade, to be told:

"I'm sorry, these accounts are close."

At first I thought, they must have been closed due to inactivity. So I asked: "Where's my money then?"

Confused the girl said: "You withdrew all of it when you closed the account."

Equally confussed I said to her: "I've been bedridden and paralized from a broken spine, I haven't been out of bed in ten years. How could I possibly have come in here and closed my accounts. I did not close my accounts. Who did?"

The girl got the manager, a woman who knew me. "Wendy I have not seen you in years, how's things been?"

I told her of being crippled, patalized, a broken spine, bedridden for a decade, only now just starting to gain any level of revocery, and now just finding out my accounts were closed. She was horrified on many levels, said she had no idea my injury had happened, no one had told her, no iddea my accounts were closed, knew I had been coming to this back since the 1970s, and immediatly went to check the records.

Indeed, my savings account and my checking account were both closed, money gone, withdrawn. But here was a further issue: Thye bank's system, after an account has been closed for 6 months, automaticly deletes all records, save the account number itself, with the one word "closed".

So, at some point between 2013 and 2022 someone, they don't know who, withdrew ll my money, they don't know how much, and closed both accounts. And because it happened over 6 months prior to my discovering it, they no record of when exactly it happened. We simply know that the last handwritten date in my physical checkbook was in 2013, so it could have happened, all the way back then. Who knows.

So this local woman who is impersonating me, she also took all my money, which is WHY I have no money to rebuild the house that these people ALSO drove a backhoe over. It is WHY I am still homeless since 2013 and now into 2026, and why I am staying with various local relatives during my recovery.

Who it is who drove a backhoe over my house August 8, 2013, the police have been unable to determin. They've only been able to deterim who owns the backhoe and he claims the backhoe was stolen, driven out of his driveway, and down the road... someone HAD to have seen that happen, but so far no one has come forward to say so.

This seems to also explain why I have online, several relatives who claim I have attended weddings and funerals of relatives whom I have never even heard of before.

Frequently a cousin named "Nina" is mentions, and to my knowledge I have ZERO relatives named "Nina" so I haven't a fucking clue who this "Nina" cousin is that supposedly I know really well.

And I'm thinking, this perhaps might explain the wild and very violent gang that shows up harassing me about someone named Tod Murphey, whom they claim I know, even though I've no clue who Tod Murphey is.

And I'm wondering too, is this imposter also the reason none of my family, friends, and relatives were aware that my son was murdered... in fact most seem unaware that I had a son, named Xavier Octavian Allen Wildes.

And it seems that this woman showed up ONLY DAYS after my son's murder making it look like she showed up with the SPECIFIC GOAL OF USING MISDIRECTION TO TRY TO HIDE MY SON'S MURDER from people closest to me.

This woman, whom, I still don't know who she is, and apparently nighter does anyone she's been interacting with... IMPERSONATED ME OFFLINE... interacting with my friends, family, and relatives, for NINE YEARS... WITHOUT A SINGLE ONE OF THEM NOTICEING THAT SHE WAS NOT ME!

And I use to ask why no one ever visited me in the hospital or why no one visited me NOT EVEN ONCE the entire time I was quadriplegic... and now I know the reason is because someone who clearly knew how bad off I was, impersonated me, but they didn't even TRY... they drove around in a car nothing like anything I would own, they wore clothe I wouldn't be caught dead in, they ARE NOT BLIND, NOT MUTE, NOT IN A WHEELCHAIR, and they are WHITE... and no one noticed that I was suddenly miraculously no longer blind, no longer mute, no longer in a wheelchair, no longer brown skinned, no longer wearing dresses, no longer wearing head scarfs, suddenly talking about bizarre things I don't believe in like aliens... and not one of them, not even my relatives recognized that she was not me?

That's what I thought of today, when this person who knows me and my cars, but hasn't seen me in a year, and forgot, both that my car is a wild paint job antique Volvo and I'm in a wheelchair.

I think I am very surprised to realize that it's so easy for so many people to forget glaring details on such extremes.

Most people in my life, had no clue I was bedridden quadriplegics from 2013 to 2021, because, some one who is not even my race, and made zero attempt to look or sound like me, made no attempt to have any of my disabilities... pretended to be me that entire time, and no one noticed the change in race the no longer being blind the no longer being mute, the no longer being a Mormon, the no longer wearing tradition 14th century garb,, the no longer driving art cars... she simply TOLD THEM she was me, used nothing but my name, and was able to live here in Old Orchard and Biddeford, Maine for NINE YEARS passing herself off as me without NO ONE noticing?

• Do you realize how terrifying that is?

Do you know what that means?

That means someone can do the same thing to YOU, you who is right now reading this, someone can just take your life and pretend to be you, and they don't even have to look like you, act like you, dress like you, NOTHING, they only have to tell your friends and relatives they ARE you, and no one in your life will have paid enough attention to who you really are, so no one will notice they are not you.

And I KNOW it can happen to any one of you, because it happened to me, and I'm still flabbergasted by how MANY close friends and family members were so easily deceived by someone who didn't even make an effort to look or be like me at all.

I just don't get it.

Is the average person's memory really that bad?

Who is this woman and why is she doing this?

The FBI believes she is connected to the golf club woman who crippled me and murdered my son.

The FBI believes, the golf club woman THOUGHT she killed me, and when she found out I survived her violent attack, but was paralyzed, that she had one of her friends or family members pretend to be me, and do everything they possibly could, to gaslight everyone connected to me, into FORGETTING I was pregnant, FORGETTING that a backhoe drove over my house,

only a few days before the golf club woman murdered my son and crippled me

FORGETTING, everything I stood for, FORGETTING who I was and what I believed, and REPLACING it with a bunch of wild crazy bullshit about aliens, ufos, and gibberish nonsense.

The FBI also believes, this woman to be someone REALLY CLOSE to my parents... in fact, the FBI believes she is the daughter of one of my mother's brothers. According to the FBI, some of my female cousins look enough like me, that they could pass themselves off as me. The FBI think this to be WHY, people in MY FAMILY, including all 3 of my mother's sisters, and 6 of my mother's brothers, and more then 200 of my first cousin, ALL BELIEVED this woman to be me.

The FBI believes, that being a relative, one of my 400+ first cousins, the FBI believe with that many people in the family, it is easy to confuse faces.

According to the FBI, all she would have need was for ONE person, my mother my father, one of my siblings, some one from my church, my husband... the FBI says... it would only have taken someone like one of them, some who knew me really well, knew she wasn't me, but TOLD the rest of the relative that she WAS me... the FBI says, if one person who knew me well, DECLAIRED this woman to be me, the ENTIRE rest of the 400+ people my family, would simply believe without question, she was me. Any "Oh but I thought Wendy..." would quickly be shut down by that one person, by "Oh, you're remembering wrong, she here she is."

The FBI says some one very, very, VERY close to me, a parent, a sibling, a spouse, knows who the gold club woman is, knows who this impersonator woman is, and is working with both of them, to do everything in their power to erase all memory of the existence of my murdered 8 month old son.

and on that note:

If you encounter a page which asks for a password, no, you can not request access. There are over 2k pages of this website set to password access, due to the ongoing FBI investigation into my son's murder. If you are a police officer authorized access these pages but do not have the passwords, let me know, I will deliver the passwords to the specific pages you are allowed to access, to you via the Portland FBI office and you can pick them up from the FBI agent in charge of the murder investigation.

Pages where you can find out more information on that:

• How did the FBI get involved?

• Never Forget my son was murdered

• Do you know who this woman is? And no 146 Portland Ave is not for sale.

• Who is Tod Murphy and why does this woman arrive to yell the name Tod Murphey at me on the anniversary of my son's murder every year since 2021?

• Receiving death threats over a septic tank and a little brown log cabin, but I own neither a septic tank nor a little brown log cabin... what even are these thugs talking about?

Update: January 29, 2026: similar topic

wow, some people are saying there have been disruptions at some Iron Lung showings, very rude people ruining the experience for others. I really hope that dooesn't happen here.

I have been bedridden with a broken spine since 2013, quadriplegic the first few years, paraplegic the years later, today in 2026, I have movement in 2 fingers on my right hand, and near no use at all of my left hand; since 2021 I have been relearning to walk... in 2021 it took me 4 hours to walk 75 feet distance. Today in 2026 I can now walk (while pushing my wheelchair and using it for support) 750 feet in just an hour and a half (that the length of the average driveway by the way).

I was bedridden, paralyzed with no arm or leg movement for 9 years, have had only limited arm and leg movement since then, and not being able to go outside for over a decade, means I have not been to a movie in 13 years.

Though the theatre is only 15 minutes away, it will take us 2 hours to get me out of bed, in my wheelchair, out of my wheelchair, in the car, get the wheelchair folded and also in the car, drive the 15 minutes to the movie, get the chair back out of the car, get me in the chair, get in the theatre, get into the room, get me out of the wheelchair and into a theatre seat... that is a TWO HOUR process. And it's not easy for my boyfriend, who is 80 years old to do all this. Yes, we are elderly.

Being paralyzed since November 14, 2013 is WHY I started watching Mark, I've not missed a single video of his once since 2013. I was watching him BEFORE he even had 10k followers.

I say this, because I would really hate, to go through the amount of struggle and effort it takes to get out of bed in the first place, to get to the theatre, to see the first movie I have seen in over a decade, just to show up and have rude disrespectful people disrupting it and ruining any ability to enjoy the show.

Its very disheartening to hear that things like this are happening and really hope it doesn't happen to us when we go.

Updated January 31, 2026... Just saw Iron Lung, love it!

@eelkat Just saw #markiplier #ironlungmovie at #saco #maine #applecinemas ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Yaoi Author And for those familiar with the history of the making of Iron Lung... here's a throwback to the day I met Ethan in Portland, Maine a decade ago: February 11, 2026, additional update  @eelkat Harassment of disabled wheelchair user continues #winter #mainetok #wheelchairlife #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Yaoi Author

Harassment of disabled wheelchair user continues #winter #mainetok #wheelchairlife #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford

Update (9 hours after uploading)

An 80 year old man, who has to drive 3 hours to get here, is coming over tonight to shovel it out, because apparently everyone in all 11 apartments and 30+ people in my building are Maga (what even is that they were quite proud to say "I am a Maga!" and acted like I'm supposed to know what that even means??) and me having Multiple Schorosis (which they said i deserve; why exactly?) and being brown (im Native American, Kickapoo tribe) , and an LGBTQAI+ supporter, and Bad Bunny at the Super Bowl is why this is there? Who is Bad Bunny? What are they talking about? What's does the Super Bowl have to do with hateful people putting a six foot tall pile of snow across the exit trapping me so I can not get out? Is every single person at 409 Main St, Biddeford out of their minds? What are they talking about and why are they so full of hate, why are they harassing me, and who is Bad Bunny? What is Maga? I am so confused. I need to go outside to excerise my legs for physical therapy and i can't because someone, apparently one of them, put a 6 foot tall wall of snow across my door, trapping me from getting out, leaving me with no fire excape either. But yow, I had no clue how hateful of us none white people every one in my building was... being bedridden since 2013, and only just starting to go outside from only just starting to relearn to walk, I'd never met anyone who lives in my building before. I find thier sentiment that I deserve this harassment because of my skin colour and them being mad about some sports game, rather disturbing and incredibly terrifying.

But the only person I can find who will come help me to get outside and not be trapped in the building is an 80 year old man from half way across the state, he's on his way here now, but it's going to be way after dark before he gets here.
Why are the people in my building so mean and hateful?

Video from 8:30am this morning if you don't know what I'm talking about, what someone in the building at 409 Main St, Biddeford did today, and that apparently all 30+ people in all 11 apartments think was a good joke and all collectively worked on together, because I'm not white:

here, have another video:

They did that to my grandmother. What they are talking about in this video, my grandmother Eva Viola, was one of the women this happened to. My mother's mother. I think my mother and her Atwater siblings forgot that, forgot where they came from, forgot who they were, forgot how their mother was treated. forgot her mother was taken away from her family, called her "a red skinned savage" and daily beaten and raped by the head of the Shaker Village in Shapleigh, Maine on Sabbath Day Lake, from 4 years old. They kept her as the see washer girl slave of the church, and you can see pictures of her in the museum that's there now. Beatings and rape was the punishment for her inability to speak the White Man's English. Her grandmother fought for decades to try to get her grandbaby Eva back, but was denied adoption rights on grounds of her being "a dirty red skinned squaw who refused to submit to being turned civilized". That was in the 1930s, Maine. She was a Kickapoo stolen from her tribe when she was 4 years old. My Grammy Eva, retold that story to me daily, telling me to never forget what the White men did to her.

Today, my mother and her siblings pass themselves off as white and deny being Indigenous Native Americans. their mother, Eva Viola Atwater, would be so ashamed of them. I think a lot ICE supporters forgot what White men did to us Native Americans, and that it wasn't that long ago. In fact was still going on, not even yet 40 years ago.

Most of us Native Americans in our 50s experienced this happening to us in the 1970s and 1980s, and don't like that it's happening again right now to others who like us, also are not white. ICE sightings keep happening in Biddeford.

I saw them myself just 4 houses down from us, about 2 weeks ago, and other neighbours are seeing them around other parts of Biddeford.

Stay safe, but with what happened to me yesterday, my life being endangered by a 6 foot tall wall of snow being put across the only exit I can access, and then, when I asked my neighbours to help, they started saying they did it and did it because they were mad at someone named Bad Bunny, so going out of their way to make life harder for us who are not white, and they started accusing me, an Indigenous Native American Kickapoo, of being an immigrant and saying they needed to block me into my apartment so I couldn't flee before ICE got me... I find that very disturbing, especially considering I'm a 15th generation Native Mainer, and my land in Old Orchard Beach, has NEVER been out of my family.

My family was living there BEFORE the white men attacked us there for the first time in 1531.

I do not like that local white people have put it into their heads that me and my family are immigrants or that me and my family should be harassed or that ICE should come after me and my family, when we are not only Native American, but we still own our native land, for well over 600 years and are the oldest family in the State of Maine to be on our original land.

This local hysteria of white people sicing ICE on none white people, and in my case an actual literal wall of ice 6 feet tall across my door, needs to stop. You wouldn't like it if someone did it to you and you know it, so why are you doing it to us?

How dare you call me an immigrant you fucking arrogant, ignorant, hate fueled  WHITE bastards who don't even belong in this country to begin with! There ain't no WHITE people native to America you filthy pieces of shit!

February 13, 2026, additional update 

Answering question that was sent to me from NextDoor & FaceBook:

I have stage 4 MS (multiple sclerosis). I have had MS since I was 16, though doctors had misdiagnosed it several times, and it was not until I was 42 years old when doctors realized the original diagnoses was wrong. At 42 the diagnosis was changed to "Stage 4 MS" with a mumbled appolagy of "had this been correctly diagnosed back when you was a teenager, it probly wouldn't have gotten to stage 4 at all, as there is treatment if diagnosed early".

No, I am not able to stand in an upright position for more then an hour or two a day, often I can not stand at all.

Yes, what people keep calling a "rollator" is NOT a rollator. It is a Vocic z51 Transitional Wheelchair, you can look up the model yourself, the company that makes them has several videos and articles on what it does and why it's made.

It is a Vocic z51 Transitional Wheelchair, that is made specifically for people with MS and similar mobility issues. What this means is it is a wheelchair, that has stability bars in its sides (those big square rods that form an A-frame on each side of it), which allows me to put my full weight on it and stand up using it for support. Most wheelchairs are not made with stability bars like this, because they are designed for people who are never or rarely standing up. If you look at the handle bar, it is double sided - meaning 4 handles, instead of 2. 2 foward facing handles so I can hold them and use them to stand up, this allows the chair to be used like a rollator pushed by the patenit (me) to use to excersise leg muscles for physical therapy, and 2 backward faceing handles for a caretaker to push the wheelchair while I am sitting. It has the option to have a motor added to it, turning it into a power wheechair as wheel.

This sort of wheelchair is primarily used as physical therapy for wounded soilders who are relearning to walk. It is the type of wheelchair used for people with MS, POTs, and other similar disorders as well.

As this chair is designed for MS and ALS, it also has the option of adding voice proppelled (like what Steven Hawkings used on his wheelchair) via an AI computer; thise feature is for people whom have lost use of their arms, and are using it as a powerchair, but can not push the powerbuttons with their hands, so can voice activate the chair to move on it's own. The company makes several other different features and add ons for this chair, each designed for use by people with different illnesses. But I am only familar with it's MS specific features, as those are the ones I need it for.

Because it is designed to be a wheelchair 90% of it's useage time and only typically used as a rollator for under two hours a day, it features a layered memory foam seat designed for sitting in 4+ hours to a time.

It is what is known in mobiliaty aid communities as a "transport wheelchair" or an "ambulatory wheelchair", so if you've ever heard of this device before, that is likely the term you would have heard. This "name" come from the fact that they are used by people who travel a lot, for example someone who is a CosPlayer and travels to a lot of conventions, would have this sort of wheelchair because it's smaller and lighter then a typical more standard wheelchair (only 32" wide and only 50lbs, vrs most wheelchairs are much wider and can weight over 200lbs), and can be folded down "small-ish) to fit in a car (maybe) (mine does not fit in either my Volvo or either of my parents' cars, thus why I have a wheelchair traier for it on the back of my Volvo; I have only 1 friends who has a car this fits in, so it's NOT as easily fit into most cars as the company advertises it to be... it also is too wide to fit through MOST doors of MOST houses, and only fits through just ONE door of our apartmment building).

Because I primarily sell my books (novels, print/paperbacks) out of tent/booths at carnivals, car shows, festivals, comicbook conventions, state fairs, ect, the need to be able to have a wheelchair I can both take in my car and sit in for 4+ hours to a time, was a primary factor in choose this particular make/model wheelchair over the dozen+ others like it by other companies. So, yes, when you see me at LaKermeese or PortCon or Yarmouth Clam Festival or Moxie Festival or the Autism Awareness Car Show or the Saco Spirit Car show, yes, this wheelchair is in fact what I am sitting in. I can not use folding chair or seatting provided by most such events.

While I am able to stand up and walk a few feet with a cane, the distance is so short, that I can not even make it half way down the distance of my driveway.

For a few months in late 2023/early 2024, I was able to walk around the block with only a cane, which doctors at the time thought was reversal symptoms caused by medications, however, an MS flareup in summer 2024, reversed whatever that was, and I've not been able to walk with a cane since. Doctors have been unable to determine why a brief period of hightened mobility happened or why is just as suddenlt went away, my doctors explaintion was the shrug and say "It's MS, it does that sometimes". It was innitally thought to be a sign of improvment caused by medication, and later decided to be "just one of those things MS does sometimes".

Attempts to sit in a upright position for more then a couple hours a day cause servere flare ups and paralise. For example, on January 31, we went to see the Iron Lung movie, it was not untill Feberuary 4 (4 days later) that I was able to sit in an upright position again, and it was February 7 (7 days later) before I was able to stand up again. This is because the amount of exhertion on my nerves and muscles, that was requires to sit unmoving for a 2 hout long movie. This side effect is WHY it had been 13 years since the last time I have gone to a movie. I simply can not sit up for a space of 2+ hours without serious debilitating side effects that last for a week or more.

MS has variable symptons by person, depending on which nerves have erroded holes in them. Yes, that is what MS does: it is literally holes in your nerves, This is like if you punched holes into electric wires of your table lamp and then had intermitant connections, where sometimes your lights came on, other times the lamps flicker, and othertimes no connection ability of turn on the lights at all. MS is like that. So depended on where the lesions have occurred a person can have different symptoms. For me my legs (both), left arm, and left hand are where the worst of the "nerve hole legions" impact.

Additionally I have rhuematoid arthristis (diagnosed at age 4, this is a lifelong thing, that grew worse in recent years). It is in my primarily hip and shoudlers. My right leg bone is fully fused to my right hip bone, there is no cartalage; this is why I drag my right leg and can not put any substantial weight on it. This leg gets progressivly shorter, due to the top of my leg bone slowly pushing it's way up higher into the socket joint of my hip. My leg is about a 1/4" shorter now, then it was 20 years ago, so i's a slow getting shorter, but this is also who I am unable to simple "stand up" aka, the shortened leg causes balance issues and attempts to stand up (without a mobility aid) cause me to immediatly topple top heavily to the right and fall over. This is why I have used a cane, staff, or walking stick since I was just six years old, aka my whole life.

In 2013 my condition grew dramaticly worse when, a still yet unidentified woman weilding a golf club, should up at the Buglight Lighthouse Art Studio Parking Lot of Southern Maine Community College, November 14, 2013, at a few minutes past 10PM. I was leaned over into the back seat of my Volvo putting my easle and pait bag in my car, when someone screaming "I'm Clair!" showed up behind me. I did not have time to turn around to see who was yelling or why, before she started beating me with a golf club. I was 8 month pregnent, with my 8th pregnacy, and my 1st pregnacy to reach 5 months+ without a misscarrige. He attack, caused a labour and beat my baby's head in on the parking lot with her golf club, seconds after he was born, her golf club also, broke 3 vertebrea of my spine, broke my hip, broke my pelvis, and broke my knee.

However, the current state I am in now, happened June 26, 2016 at the Scarbough Walmart parking lot, when the same woman, this time with a early 1990s gold Volvo station wagon, pulled up beside my Volvo while I was taking bags of groceries out of a shopping cart and putting them in my car. She leaped out of the gold Volvo, grabbed the shopping cart, and started using it as a battering ram to hit me, while accusing me of being transgender and yelling "That's EelKat she tried to kill my husband!" She was dragged away by a red hair woman, and they both left in the gold Volvo station wagon. This event severed my spibal column, leaving my quardapelegic, ZERO use of my arms or legs at all, and is the injury from which I am currently doing psycal therapy to regain use of my arms and legs. It is also why I have not been online for a decade, and why you are only just starting to see me return to the internet after so many years not online.

I know no one named Clair and I've no clue who this woman is or why she attacked either time. She'd be about 80 years old now in 2026 though and the FBI has an active tip hotline for anyone who has any information leading to her arrest. She's wanted both for crippleing me and murdering my son.

As of right now February 2026:

-I had full function of my right thunb and two right fingers. Partical movement of the right ring and pinkie fingers. Very stiff, limited movemt without any grip strength of all my left fingers and left hand. I can move my right arm on limited levels, but I can not lift my arm up high enough to brush my hair. I can breifly rais my arm upright, but it locks my fingers into a stiff straight position, and I can not bend them, aka I can pick up a hair brush, but raising my arm high enough to brush my hair caused my hand to ungrip and drop the brush This is nerve damage and may or may not improve.

-Neigther of my legs has either the nerve function or the muscle strength to hold me up more then a few minutes, this is the primary reason I can not walk. Putting my weight onto the wheelchair allows me to shift my weight off my legs and onto the wheelchair, which gives me brief, limited abilty to walk short distances, but so far, not more then a couple hundred yards. As of right now I can make it from the driveway to the railroad tracks, about 750 feet, in a space of around an hour (most people take under 5 minutes to walk that distance). I am usually able to do this twice a day if a take a four hour nap after he first attempt.

-I can not lift either leg up high enough to use stairs. My leg lifts to a hieght of under 2 inches, while most stairs are 6 to 8 inches per step. I am ONLY able to use stairs IF another person PHYSICALLY CARRIES ME up the stairs. Yes, even if it is just 2 or 3 steps and not a full stair case. i have ZERO ability to use stairs AT ALL. I can not even lift my leg up high enough to step up onto the curb of a sidewalk, and require a person with me to lift me up over the curb, if there is no ramp on the sidewalk.

-While I had gone to culinary school and used to work on a food truck, and had at one point planned to open my own resturant... I am no longer able to cook MOST foods, because of not being able to lift a pot of water. this has seriously changed my diet as EVERYTHING requireing being cooking in boiling water, I physically can no longer make. And something like a frozen pizzza, is also too heavy for my to lift. with only 2 fully functioning fingers on one hand, I can still cut vegetables with a knife, and with the way my left arm hangs unusable at my side but forarm bent, i am able to use my left arm like a tray to sort of carry things... BUT... not being able to stand unaided, I have to hold on to walls or tables or chairs, when trying to cook. I am right now stubbornly still attempting to cook, but, I would estimate that in under two years, I will no longer be able to either cook or feed myself at all and so likely will need to look into hiring a live in caretaken within the next 24 months. I don't seem to have any other option.

-I am in bed 18+ hours a day and it can take an hour or more to sit upright in bed and even longer to try to stand up.

-I used a combination of AI voice to text software and my two usable fingers to type this and everything I type, thus why spelling can be quite bad at times.

Does that answer your questions?

Also, most people don't like answering medical related questions, I'm not mosst people, but you might want to consider that when asking others questions like you asked me.

But... how do you FORGET that someone in your family is THAT disabled...THAT crippled?

• Wondering where to find the 1970s and 1980s editions?
• How I sold ten million books, for those who want to do what I did.
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• Alphabetical Index of all The Pink Necromancer Fiction here on Space Dock 13 (EelKat.com)(links to over three thousand stories)

Main character: Quaraun the Insane aka The Pink Necromancer Quaraun in his Moon Goddess outfit. He is the Royal Court Mage of The UnSeelie Court, in addition to being married to the king. Information about Quaraun and BoomFuzzy, character history and backstory, information on what the series is about, can now be found here (It used to be on the home page, but I kept updating it and it got long enough I figured it should have it's own page.)

Primary character: King Gwallmaiic, Lich Lord of Fire Mountain, King of The UnSeelie Court, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley Quaraun's husband in his Faerie form (as King Gwallmaiic, the Faerie Chef) aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn: Quaraun's husband in his Lich form (as BoomFuzzy the Lich Unicorn)

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Not sure which story to start with? These here are good places to start, to get a good introduction to the three main characters:

• Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine

• Bone Dice

• BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma

• The Cellar's Forgotten Treasure

• Chaos in The Lighthouse - Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds

• The Cliff-Side Temple

• Control or Protection?

• A Dark and Stormy Night

• Excited For The New Baby

• Fudge Puppies, Frostbite, and the Fierce King of Chaos

• Five Ways To Save Money in Las Vegas

• The Golden Dragon Keys

• Herons in the Dunes

• If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying

• Kiss Me Fuckin' Arse - Just Another Day in the Ice-Laced Ruins of The GodForsaken City

• Lens and Light Maintenance

• Macaroni and Cheese: A Creamy Pasta Dish Drenched in Melted Cheese, Often Topped with Breadcrumbs- It's Never That Easy

• A Map Worth More Than Gold

• Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona

• Necromancy-A Day in the Life of a Bumbling Necromancer-Again

• Nightmare Nook

• Paddlewheel Maintenance

• The Phooka's Dragon School

• The Red Hakama

• Spirit-walk Slippers

• Springtime by the River

• Sticky Rice, Bare Fingers, and Slippery Chopsticks

• The Sweet and Sour of Lemons

• The Terror Bird

• 3 Perspectives on an Apple

• The Valuable Mystery of the Talking Saloon Door and How We Nearly Got Shot Over Stale Tacos

• Vendetta over Vittles

• A Very Important Clump of Grass

• Wagers and Wiles in the Godforsaken City

• The Washer Woman & The Fae

• Weather Forecasting Stones

• You Never Know What Info You Might Pick Up in the Afterlife aka Quaraun's Near Death Experience (A NDE Fiction)

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For those wondering what is Yaoi; Yaoi is a subgenre of Gay literature, usually a subgenre of Gay Romance, though Yaoi does NOT automatically mean the story is Romance. Yaoi is EXCLUSIVLY written by women/female authors and read nearly exclusively by female readers.

Yaoi is a Japanese word whose literal English translation means "boys in love". When Yaoi is used to mean a genre of fiction it means "female authors who write gay couples aimed at female readers". Yaoi makes zero attempt to write gay couples realistically, and is most unabashedly a genre for women who just want to lust after gay men, so if that bothers you, you're REALLY gonna hate my books and this website where you will find over three thousand short stories that are absolutely nothing but fetishizing gay men.

Yaoi is NOT gay men written accurately, nor does it cater to gay readers.

Yaoi is like when straight men write stories about lesbians, (that genre is called Yuri, by the way) targeted to straight male readers, only Yaoi is straight women who write gay men, targeted to straight female readers.

I am a Yaoi author.

That means the main characters of my books are gay couples.

Specifically I write Poly Furry Slice of Life Isekai Yaoi Dark CyberGoth Space Fantasy.

Poly means I write a polygamous throuple: 3 gay men married to each other and living together, are my main characters.

Furry means they are anthropomorphic aka are both not Human and have animal features. In my case, the main character is an Elf JellyFish hybrid silk merchant turned necromancer, his primary husband is a Unicorn pastry chef who shapeshifts into the form of an UnSeelie Faerie King, and his secondary husband is a Satyr-like Sheep-man who has a sapient pet AI.

Slice of Life means it's character driven, and there is absolutely ZERO action, and often no plot. AKA, they do every day normal things. They spend a lot of time hanging out in taverns, selling goods in market squares out of a vardo, selling food out of a food truck, digging for clams on the beach, bickering like the whiny bitch boi fembois they are, washing each others feets, brushing each other's hair, theres a lot of barefoot fetish and hair shampooing and hair brushing fetish, or fishing off a boat in the river, all while trying to maintain their lighthouse home which is actually a giant mimic monster who eats the local Humans, that they live in when they are not living in their travel tent.

If you are looking for fast paced stories with quests and action, you are in the wrong place and you're gonna be bored out of ya fucking mind here. Plus I just like writing scenes of naked men bathing together. I have way too much fun writing stories of them bitching at each other and and slashing around naked in the river, to ever get around to writing quests or action.

Isekai means it's time travel. The main character was born in 800BC, his primary husband was born in 2515, and his secondary husband was born in 1959. All three of them got sucked out of their timelines by feral portals and ended up together in a far future 20,000 years after the earth was destroyed by a comet in 2525.

Dark means Horror, but olde style, like written by Poe or Lovecraft. AKA my characters monologue like Vincent Price in eyeliner, drunk on absinthe, and writing poetry about existential dread, while eldritch monsters crawl in the basement slithering tentacles through the darkness.

Also, it's villian point of view. These guys are the the big boss fight end of the game super villains, so once in a while little DnD style adventuring parties show up at the lighthouse to fight them, but they just feed the adventurers to the lighthouse. The are three god level, god tier, god powered wizards, hell bent on taking over the planet, but they are too busy slinging hissy fits, food, and sexual tension at each other to ever get around to actually carry out their global domination plans.

CyberGoth is the genre that American McGee's Alice is. Not quite SteamPunk, not quite CyberPunk, a little bit of both, with whole lot of AI overlords, vampires, and ye olde Victorian meets laser swords and star ships, but everyone dresses like they just walked out of a Goth Rave Night Club with goggles and cyberdreads.

Space Fantasy, means there's Elves in space, flying star ships between planets and solar systems, specifically in my case: my main character is a merchant whose interstellar star fleet travels between five inhabited planets.

In short, I write gay edgelord Elfbois with tentacles, Faebois who turn into Unicorns, and Pleco eyed Sheep-bois.

On Being Legally Blind:

Another of the top 3 most asked questions people send me, is to ask what it is that I actually see. I am legally blind, yet I have a driver's license and drive a car... but I NEVER drive over 25MPH, because I am legally blind and I can not see far enough, clearly enough to even attempt to drive over 25mph.

And it confuses people the fact that people hear "legally blind" but automatically ASSUME (incorrectly) that "blind" means I see only blackness. Blind people seeing blackness is a myth created by HollyWood movies and does not actually exist in the real world and very few sighted people seem to be aware of this.

Over 70% of "fully blind" people have SOME vision, as the criteria to be "FULLY blind" is not being able to see past three inches.

The only blind people who see "blackness" like the movies show, are those who have damage to the eyes, or have no eyes at all... and EVEN THEN... people without eyes often DO NOT see "blackness" at all and instead see white with rainbow flashes of light, because it is actually your brain and not your eyes that cause colours vs blackness, to begin with, thus why people without eyes can see see colours.

Blindness is a lot more varied then sighted people are generally aware of and often blindness has more to do with the brain then the eyes. Which is why there are blind people whose eyes seemingly function normally and eye doctors say have nothing wrong with their eyes at all, aka, the eyes have no cause of that person's blindness, and their lack of sight is caused by something like a brain tumour or a blood clot, or some other issue not directly related to the eye.

And such is the case with my own blindness.

My eyes have damage to the rods and cones which causes SOME but not all of my vision issues. What this means is the rods and cones in my eyes are malformed, some too long, some too short, and this is a thing I was born with, that causes severe nearsightedness.

I am legally blind in my left eye and serverly vision impaired in my right eye. However BOTH eyes are able to pass Maine's eye test at the DMV. Go figure. I've been told that the eye test is different in every state and that Maine's requirements are far lower then in other states, so that probably factors in.

If you are seeking more details on what it is like to be legally blind, including images of how I see the world vs how others see the world, I made a page that goes into on being legally blind in more detail HERE.

I can never win at games like Dutch Blitz, because when you play Dutch Blitz you see this:

But when I play Dutch Blitz, I see this:

That is how the world looks to me.

If you are interesting in finding out more about life being blind and/or how to write blind characters in fiction, I have this page: Writing Blind Characters: I am legally blind and I write a legally blind character, this is how I do it...

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