Keeping Healthy

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By Wendy C Allen
eelkat_red_scarf.jpgWendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again.

Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer

Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)

If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title.

List of the published titles still in print:

The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series

What the series is about, for those new here:

The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series. 

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.

There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...
@eelkat

health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis

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@eelkat Health update: #chickenpox #bellspalsy #RamsayHuntsyndrome #paralysis #recovery ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
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I seem to have had another stroke (during the night while I was asleep?) #stroke #paralysis

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Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

update sept 7, 2026

"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?

I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.

So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.

see video below for more information: 


@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

update Sept 15, 2026:

I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed

you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?

all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,

well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.

waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.

update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine

Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.

Important Note: This is page 2 of a really long answer to a really long question. While you can start reading here if you’d like, it’ll probably made a lot more sense to you if you head BACK TO PAGE 1 and read the question I am answering along with the first half of this article. So, go back and read that page first, no hurries, I’ll just slip into this blue box here and marvel at it being bigger on the inside... Let me know when you get back.

So, you back?


Okay, picking up where I left off. So we covered the whole lemon water thing, and for the most part, for most people, yes it’s a good idea, so long as you have no health issues that are made worse by contact with citrus fruit. It’s going to cleanse your colon and kidneys (like a diuretic and a laxative, so watch out the first few weeks you are drinking it, because you are going to be running to the nearest toilet every hour or more! Yeah, lemon water does that to you.) This is going to get a lot of bad bacteria out of your system, and you’ll not be getting colds or flus as often as you used to. On the other hand, it’ll also clear out a lot of the good bacteria so if you are drinking lemon water you want to be eating yogurt as well - 2 servings for every bottle of lemon water. I recommend drinking the lemon water when you first get up in the morning, just before your daily walk. Than eating the yogurt after returning from your walk, then at night just before going to bed, eat another yogurt.

Now the lemon water and yogurt are all well and good, but this is only a very small part of the puzzle. Losing weight, especially a lot of weight, is like a giant jigsaw puzzle. It has lots of little pieces that fit together to make a whole, and until you gather up all those pieces and start connecting them together, nothing is going to work out quite right.

And what you want to know is, how did I connect the pieces to lose 80lbs, because you want to lose 60lbs. Well, now, let's take a look at how exactly it is that I came to lose 80lbs and than you can decide if you want to try to repeat this on not. Okay?

Yes, I did lose 80lbs, but it took me 2 years to do that. It didn’t happen overnight. The event you are referring to, when I lost weight really super fast, I lost 30lbs in 3 weeks and that was not me being on a diet, that was me starving to death while I was homeless in the first few weeks after Hurricane Katrina. Most weeks I was taking one SubWay sandwich and making it last the entire week.

I was eating less food in an entire week, than the average person eats in a single meal. There was no food. Stores were shut down (or simply not there anymore), food that could be found was often soiled, spoiled, and full of maggots. To make things worse there was no water available either. I was not only starving to death, I was suffering from serious dehydration as well.

To make things worse, the hurricane had pushed a heat wave up here to Maine, than pulled the coldest cold front in Maine history up behind in. By October 17th we had had 3 blizzards back to back totally 9 feet of snow, followed by an ice storm that dropped temperatures to a record breaking -48F.

There was one point in that period where I had gone 12 days without a single bit to eat and was shaken so bad from the resulting seizures and tremors that I could barely stay sitting up let alone walk. A side effect of having lost so much weight, so fast, having gone so long without food, while the temperatures were this cold, was I got serious frostbite and  I lost the use of my hands for almost 6 months, I developed arthritis in my hips (a side effect of dehydration), and I developed what doctors called “puffy belly” an alarming side effect of going so long without regular food that your belly becomes distended and extremely painful to the touch.

So yes, I did lose 30lbs in 3 weeks, but no, it was not from dieting, it was from coming very close to starving to death while I was trapped under 9 feet of snow after a blizzard froze over the floods Hurricane Katrina dumped on us.

No, I did not lose weight fast because I was trying to lose weight. I lost weight fast because I was in an extreme survival situation, fighting against nature to stay alive, in a situation that would have killed most people, and did in fact kill several people.

And you want to know something else? My entire life from the time I was 12 till the time I was 31 when Katrina hit, my weight was between 120 to 130lbs. Never more. Never less. Not once in my entire life! Losing those 30lbs you are so fascinated by, left me at a little over 90lbs. I'm 5'6" my body mass index "ideal weight" is 125 to 140lbs. I was bordering on being underweight at the time I lost those 30lbs, and losing those 30lbs put me into a critical danger zone that almost killed me.

Going through that messed up my health big time - my teeth fell out - yeah, I have fake teeth now, I developed cysts in my uterus and ovaries, I went into menopause at 31 years old, I can't have children now, a side effect of having lost 30lbs in a matter of days. There is nothing in this life I wanted more than to be a mother and Hurricane Katrina took that away from me, my family and church refused to help me when Katrina hit, not one single person was there for me - I had no food to eat for weeks on end, living under a 8x6' tarp through 3 blizzards, 2 ice storms, 5 more hurricanes, and the coldest cold front to hit Maine EVER in history! I was alone, abandoned, unloved, and unwanted, and I had no access to food, water, warmth, or shelter, I lost my family, I lost my friends, I lost my church, I lost my ability to have children, I almost died and not one person gave a rat's ass, so don't you dare come in here and glorify wanting to lose weight fast like I did!

Losing weight fast like I did is not a safe way to lose weight, but you are also forgetting that I neither wanted nor needed to lose that weight either. I suppose next you want to know well, than what about the 80lbs I lost? Yeah, a side effect of nearly starving to death was that my body went into panic shock and started storing fat fast as it could, so that the instant I did have access to food again, I ballooned up like an elephant, and in a matter of months I weighed 182lbs. This after losing the 30lbs, meaning I gained almost 90lbs in the same amount of time it took me to lose 30lbs.

The really odd thing here was that my diet was still ranging at 3 meals per week. It would be 5 years before I would gain access to normal amounts of food and daily meals again. Previous to Katrina I had been eating 2,500 to 3,000 calories a day and maintaining my weight at125 to 130lbs.

What changed? The food itself. Previous to Katrina I was growing my own food and cooking everything from scratch (farmer, remember?) after Katrina I was dumpster diving and living off people's left over processed dinners. I started relying on handouts from soup kitchens, which added things to my diet I had never eaten before: soda and pastries.

Soda it turns out was the killer that caused me to gain 90lbs in 3 weeks after losing 30lbs in 3 weeks. Normally you wouldn't gain that much that fast, but remember what I said about the body bring fat back if you lose it too fast? Well that's what happened. I lost 30lbs to fast and my body panicked and kicked my metabolism into overdrive to start turning everything I ate into fat fast as it could, thus in a matter of days I gained the 30lbs back, than gained twice that much on top of it. It was my body's way of "protecting" itself from starvation. And this is what will happen to you if you go ahead with your plan and try to lose those 60lbs in 3 weeks. Those 60lbs will come back, and than to be on the safe side your body is going to slap an extra 120lbs on top of the 60lbs, so that 6 months from now you'll be back where you start plus a 120lbs more.

Yes, I did lose 80lbs, but the way you are asking me about the 80 and 30 you make it sound like I lost 110lbs and that's just not true at all. I lost 30lbs while sick and starving to death, than I gained my healthy weight back, but a side effect of losing weight so fast and unhealthy like, my weight came back x3, totally 182lbs, requiring me to lose 50lbs to get back down to my healthy 130lbs, and 50 + 30 is 80lbs total. How did I lose it? By walking and eating.

This is where I shock people, because before Katrina took my house and decimated my land making it useless for gardening, I used to be on a total raw foods diet, that consisted nearly 100% of vegetables. No place to grow food, no place to cook food = the need to buy already cooked food and I am walking distance from...

...pause for dramatic effect...

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McDonald's

Yep, you read that correctly. I lost 50lbs by eating at McDonald's. Go figure.

And what did I eat? Well, being a vegetarian, they don't have much I can eat. My religion allows me to eat fish if nothing else is available so I eat, every day for 3 months, the exact same meal, once a day, every day:

2 Filet O Fish sandwiches

2 large fries

1 supersize vanilla shake (EggNog in December; Shamrock in March)

2 pumpkin pies

1 fruit salad

My one and only meal every day for 3 months.

Walk to McDonald's eat said meal, walk back home. Every day. And by walking distance I mean it's 2miles one way, so I was walking 4 miles a day in order to eat.

That's how I lost 50lbs while eating the most unhealthy meal to ever grace my diet.

It wasn't what I was eating that was the issue. You can literally eat anything and lose weight. What matters is how much you eat and how much activity you do throughout the day.

At that time (2006) the meal listed above cost $7 and was thus a lot more food for the money, than eating at SubWay. However McDonald stopped selling fish sandwiches at 2 for $3.33, stopped selling fries buy one get one, pies stopped being .50c each, and changed the price of shakes to $4.97 for the supersize. One day I went into McDonald's ordered the same meal I ordered for $7.13 every day, and was told the order came to $23.72! So I went across the street to SubWay and got a $5 footlong instead. Been eating at SubWay every day since.

What was my diet like before Hurricane Katrina, and what is it like once again now that the nightmare of 7 years homeless is over?

I am a Scottish Traveller Gypsy and look "white", but my grandmother was a Kickapoo Native American, and her grandmother was a "black slave" named Tibuta (country of origin unknown, rumored to have come to New England from Haiti), thus I am not "white" but rather "mixed race" consisting of "red", "white" and "black".

Voodoo tradition has been passed down in my family and I am myself both Voodoo and Hoodoo (as well as Christian/Mormon).

I should mention I am a Damballa (Voodoo) Priestess from the House of the Lansquin, my rank is Medsen Fey, I am Marji Lwa (married to/the bride of) Papa Damballa Weddo, god of peace and purity, creator of life, bringer of good health, and which is why his veevee (symbols) are painted on my car. His colors or white, green, and orange. Snakes and eels are his animals. I am also a servant of Erzuli Freda, goddess of love, joy, marriage, sequins, and drag queens, thus why the rhinestones, beads and marbles or glued to my car. Her colors are pink, lilac, and baby blue. Cats are her animals.

It is also why on certain days you will see me wearing white robes, white head wraps, sequined robes, gold embroidered kimono, a 200 year old African Kente cloth-robe passed down to me (see photo at left and below), or a bright orange kimono - depending on what day it is (in respect to the days of the lwa)

Being the bride of Damballah my diet is greatly restricted, for he is the lwa of purity and requires this. Thus I do not eat meat of mammals or birds and only eat fish on rare occasions. My diet consists largely of white foods with lots of milk, eggs, and rice, with cheese, fruit, and vegetables. I only eat spicy food on days of Damballah DuFlame petro when he is in his Petro state, I only eat sweet food on days of Erzuli.

If you are to understand me and my diet and my method of keeping healthy, along with my why of keeping healthy, than you must first try to understand that my devotion to Damballa is beyond what the average non-religious or even your average standard religious person is capable of comprehending.

I am not comparable to your "Sunday Christian", I am not even comparable to your "Saturday Prayer Warrior".

Think of me as you would a Catholic Nun married to Christ, who lives her life forever wearing sacred robes and eating only foods sanctioned as allowable by her convent.

She does this because she is married to the son of God, and has devoted her life to the utmost respect and reverence to him.Like the Nun married to Christ whose life is one of extreme devotion, so is my life one of such extremes.

This is me. This is who I am. This is how I live my life, only I am not Catholic, I am Voodoo. I am not married to the son of God, but rather to God Himself. This is why I own not one stitch of "normal" clothen. This is why I do not drive a "normal" car. This is why my diet is VERY restricted.

This is why I do not drink alcohol. This is why I do not drink coffee. This is why I do not eat meat.This is why I eat mostly raw foods.

This is why I do not I bath in the ocean and wash my hair and skin without soap, using only beach sand. The is why I do not wear makeup. This is why I have no tattoos or piercings.

This is why I wear cloths which most American's call "outlandish".

I live a life that is far removed from the American norm, because I am a religious leader 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I am not a preacher on Sunday who tosses his robes outside of church and 6 days a week looks and acts no different from anyone else. I am like the nun who devotes every fiber, every aspect of her life to her beloved Lord and Savior.

Now do you understand why it is that I have such a healthy diet and lifestyle? I do not do it for myself, I do it to please my Lord, I do it because He asks it of me and I obey.

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i just found out there is yet another bizarre rumour going around. where are these wild rumours coming from? who is starting them? and why?

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since I've been flooded with hundreds of messages the past two weeks asking if I still own "the world's most haunted car", yes, and here it is, filmed today May 18, 2026… but my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and given that people are AGAIN showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", and spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King, I think I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every single one of them for CAUSING my car to be cut in half May 10, 2010, for CAUSING the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, for CAUSING my son's murder November 14, 2013, for CAUSING me to be crippled and in a wheelchair November 14, 2013, and for CONTINUING to CAUSE harassers to show up in person to harass me near daily, STILL now in 2026. EVERYONE telling you my car is haunted, telling you my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is lying to you. They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, and a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet identified the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club and the FBI believes that it is friends and family of the woman who did it, are the ones who started and spread the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bs about aliens, ufos, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and Stephen King connections, even though I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, ufos, demons, and had never heard of Stephen King before 30k of his fans showed up in my yard trying to find my car! FBI believes the backhoe driver and the murderer are the same person and it is a developer who wanted my land and so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, and when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, and when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son. Why are they doing this? How do I get them to stop?

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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....

... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.

While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.

eelkats_house_before_after.jpgMy house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since.

The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground

On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.

She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.

The attack also triggered labour.

My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.

Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.

The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.

The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.

Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.

Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.

Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.

Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.

The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Kendrascreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.

Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.

Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.

Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.

In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.

Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.

But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.

I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.

Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.

Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.

I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.

My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.

Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

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