It took only three days before a fraction of my past was exposed to the public. An anonymous user had posted on social media about my mental instability when I was a teenager. Luther, later on, found out it was a dummy account.
The post recounted the many times I was transferred from one shrink to another, not forgetting to mention I had attacked three or four of them. What disgusted me was how the story was twisted by claiming that I had stabbed several times a well-respected psychologist using a pen, completely maiming his hand. Another big fat lie was that he initiated asking for an apology to me and my Dad as it was caused by a misunderstanding, but I ended up attacking him again and breaking his other hand.
Whatever the intention of who posted it, he/she did a convincing job of cre
