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Rabid Hound: Paranoid Schizophrenic Exemplar
Rabid Hound: Paranoid Schizophrenic Exemplar
Rabid Hound: Paranoid Schizophrenic Exemplar
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The Author's Memoir is a stunning and spellbinding blow by blow account explaining the very peculiar set of events which led him down the path from sanity into a severe full blown psychotic disorder, namely paranoid schizophrenia. His astonishingly gripping and intriguing account is full of woe and crime, plus conspiracy as well, which will enthral the average reader, plus Psychiatry students alike would also discover the book to be a valuable resource of intelligence, granting a glimpse into the mind of a psychotic madman.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJames Darcy
Release dateSep 30, 2015
ISBN9781311048950
Rabid Hound: Paranoid Schizophrenic Exemplar
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James Darcy

I am mostly a lifetime resident of Toowoomba City, Queensland, Australia. I departed High School school in 1982 after completing grade 10 (Junior), and then I commenced employment with Queensland Rail (QR) in 1983 as an Apprentice Carriage Trimmer. Post Apprenticeship, I was redeployed by QR to other roles in the form of Messenger/Gopher, Boilermaker’s Assistant, and finally as a Clerk. I was declared redundant in 1994 and I resigned in frustrated disgust from QR in 1997. Unfortunately, I then plummeted into psychosis and I was diagnosed in 2003 as being Paranoid Schizophrenic. I was a former resident at Baillie Henderson Psychiatric Hospital for a number of years. Nowadays I reside in the community, subsisting on a disability pension. I am a hobbyist x86–64 Assembly Coder with Linux Ubuntu. I haven't used Windows for years. I excel at playing sinister characters.

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    Rabid Hound - James Darcy

    RABID HOUND

    Paranoid Schizophrenic Exemplar

    Published by James Darcy at Smashwords

    Copyright 2015–2018 James Darcy

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    Disclaimer

    Digesting this book past this point imposes a mandatory condition compelling the reader to fully and totally indemnify both the author and publisher against any claims or responsibility or liability for any mental illnesses that the reader may end up experiencing due to digesting this book. Material within this book has the potential to induce a psychotic illness or delusional disorder via the phenomenon known as folie à deux. Readers digest this book at their own risk.

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    Table of Contents

    Prologue

    Career and Redundancy

    Police Encounters

    Plummet Into Psychosis

    False Confession

    Evil Mind Profile

    Stalking Crime

    Coerced Nest Egg Expenditure

    Human Rights and Second Opinion

    Defiance and Grim Consequences

    Epiphany

    Epilogue

    About James Darcy

    Connect with James Darcy

    Additional Resources

    Appendix A: MHRT Clinical Report 2015

    Appendix B: Second Opinion 2011

    Appendix C: Police Confession

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    Prologue

    My name is James Darcy. I was a QR (Queensland Rail) employee from 1983 to 1997. I am diagnosed by Queensland Health as being a Paranoid Schizophrenic. I was detained for a number of years at the Qhealth (Queensland Health) Baillie Henderson Psychiatric Hospital in Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia, due to matters which will be explained in full detail in a later chapter, as I am reluctant to ruin this intriguing true life tale by delivering a spoiler at this stage. I am presenting readers a thoroughly exhaustive and unabridged memoir detailing an utterly gripping and gob smacking account of woe and crime, plus potential conspiracy, and furthermore detailing exactly how I plummeted from sanity into psychosis, due to grievances with QR Management over job appointments and also over a QPS (Queensland Police Service) search of my home. I ended up embracing a far out delusional belief in a collusional conspiracy between QR, QPS and Qhealth Psychiatrists, not forgetting the media too. I have been instructed by Qhealth that I must obey Australian Federal Privacy Legislation when writing, but they say it is permissible to just refer to various individuals by first names only, and I complied with that direction in previous versions of this memoir, because I didn’t particularly relish the idea of making myself a vulnerable target of civil litigation over privacy intrusions, but in this latest update of my memoir, I have decided to flout the law, I’m going to point fingers and name names. I don’t give a toss about violating the privacy of the various individuals referred to within this memoir. I’m a firm believer in freedom of speech.

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    Career and Redundancy

    Upon exit from High school in 1982, I landed a job in 1983 as an Apprentice Carriage Trimmer at the Toowoomba QR Rollingstock Depot, formerly known as Willowburn Workshops, located at the corner of North and Davidson Streets. After the four year indenture period had expired, I was ejected from the Trimming Shop, because there were no vacancies in the Carriage Trimming Trade. Apprentices had no guarantee of permanent employment when their apprenticeship term had run its course. My employment could have been abruptly terminated, but luckily the DER (District Engineer Rollingstock) Arden Coles decided to retain my services at the Rollingstock Depot in the alternative role of Messenger/Gopher, but I believe my actual designation was Labourer. I was receiving less pay than I was earning as a 4th year apprentice, and despite being grateful for being retained by QR in the Messenger job, and the role being enjoyable too, I was unable to help but feel rather bitter and resentful over the miserly remuneration and demotion to a lower grade position, especially when considering that most of the other apprentices in my year were retained as Tradesmen, which tended to somewhat reinforce the feeling of discontented rancour. In following years, I fulfilled other roles as Boilermaker's Assistant and finally as a base grade AO2 Administration Officer (I believe AO1 was reserved for Junior staff under adult age).

    In the early 1990s, QR began a massive restructuring and downsizing reform, and it was pure chaos. Consequently the Workshops were split into core and non–core assets. Wagon maintenance was deemed essential to QR’s continued operation and was classified as being core, and everything else was deemed non–core and could be dissolved. I believe close to 200 personnel were no longer required, and I was one of them, because Rollingstock Management had decided that just two Administration Officers were sufficient to serve the needs of the Depot, and a staffing level of two AO2 and one AO3 was deemed superfluous to needs. I recall that only about 20 personnel were retained in the core division of the Depot, and they began being retrained as Wagon Maintainers.

    Accordingly, on a number of days or weeks immediately preceding Friday 13 August 1993, Rollingstock Manager Les Spall summoned a group meeting to decide a redundancy between one of his two AO2 subordinates (John Griffin and me). He proceeded to explain that one of the two AO2 positions needed to be abolished. He requested us two AO2 employees to identify which of us possessed the highest merit skill wise. I believe I was the better skilled, because I could proficiently touch type with 10 fingers in performing mainframe data entry duties, plus I had knowledge of word processing that I had learnt on my home computer, although neither AO2 John Griffin or I were actually required to carry out word processing duties at that particular stage. I had three home computers, namely a Commodore Amiga 500, Commodore Amiga 2000, and finally an IBM 286 clone. The two Amigas came stock standard with TextCraft, serving as my introduction to the art and technique of word processing.

    AO2 John Griffin in comparison painfully stabbed at computer keyboards one key at a time with a Biro, plus he had no word processing skills, although he did possess basic mainframe data entry skills. I was unwilling to claim the merit high ground, because I was reluctant to push AO2 John Griffin out of a job, as he was a really grouse chum, plus he was superbly skilled at writing, because he possessed a Journalism degree, but I believe that was an over qualification for a humble base grade AO2 position. Anyway, we both stated that we were equally skilled, I was basically falling on my sword and letting AO2 John Griffin have the job, and because AO2 John Griffin had seniority, Rollingstock Manager Les Spall went on to explain that my AO2 position would be abolished at an unknown future date. I was thus deemed to be a redeployee, and I was later approached by Rollingstock Manager Brian Maguire, and he offered redeployment to an AO2 job in Brisbane, but I declined, as I was reluctant to pull up stumps and sell my home and relocate to the big smoke. Brisbane is a capital city with expensive housing, urban sprawl with long traffic queues, plus city flooding, all of which are disincentives to relocation.

    HR (Human Resources) no longer had the staffing available to provide relief, because they had shed their own excess staff too, hence at the conclusion of the redundancy meeting between the three of us, Rollingstock Manager Les Spall presented advice to AO2 John Griffin that he would need to learn word processing, namely WordPerfect, because relieving the higher grade AO3 Robyn Bayntun was required. Her job carried out all the Depot word processing. AO2 John Griffin gave me a glum look, he was from a more elderly pre–computer generation, and I could see from the mortified expression on his face that he was less than enthusiastic or thrilled with his new found duties. I happened to be in the Depot Manager's office when AO3 Robyn Bayntun was endeavouring to teach WordPerfect to AO2 John Griffin, and I could see that she was very frustrated and practically tearing her hair out by the roots.

    I should point out here at this juncture that QR failed to maintain a record of the date when the redundancy meeting with Rollingstock Manager Les Spall had occurred, as I queried QR many years ago, and they explained no record exists, and I believe the veracity of that claim. However, it eventually dawned upon me in 2017 that I retained my own record, in the form of my bank passports, as I have kept all of them for decades. When Rollingstock Manager Les Spall presented the verbal advice that I was to be declared a redeployee at an unknown date in the future, and I was thus deemed to be a redeployee, I was mulling over the fact that I might not qualify for dole payments from Centrelink, because I had a sum of $25,846.75 in my savings account. I was fearful that Centrelink may have imposed a bank account savings threshold beyond which dole payments would be forfeited.

    I was aware the bank had a cash withdrawal limit, hence beginning on Friday 13 August 1993, I began daily withdrawals of large sums of cash over the counter, amounts varying between $500 and $1,000, up until Thursday 7 October 1993, when the bank balance finally dropped to $229.29, which was reassurance that I would at that stage certainly qualify for the dole payment. I thereafter sometimes withdrew my pay from the bank, other pay days I didn’t, because it was too much effort to detour to the bank after work. My balance started creeping back up again, plus I was very worried about having such a large sum of cash stashed away at home, as I was fearful the house would be robbed, because it would have been as attractive as pollen is to a honeybee, hence on Thursday 3 November 1994, I deposited a sum of $25,700 back into the bank, and I then transferred a sum of $31,600 into a term deposit. I had decided that I would rather accept the risk of dole forfeiture, than have so much loot stashed in my locked security strong box at home, as it wasn’t a very wise move.

    QR was government owned, but we all feared that it was eventually going to privatise, and our guarantee of no forced retrenchment would be forfeited, and I thought that I might eventually be forced out the door. I had a great deal of accumulated leave up my sleeve, but I was reluctant to exit QR with any leave paid out, as I suspected Centrelink would deny

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