Deeply closeted scientologists?

Thanks for the kind words and support.

Well, OK, I was hoping I wouldn't have to get this far into it and there was some magical bullet to get him to be honest, but it appears that is highly unlikely to happen.

Maybe if I can describe my situation better it will explain what a complete mess this is.

So the short story is - I'm already seeing a psych and have been for about 10 years.

The long story is - this mess started after I finished medical school and he decided where I was going to do a residency because I didn't have the money for interviews and he wouldn't cosign any loans.

So being a full grown adult with a medical education and hundreds of thousands of dollars in student loans, nobody is going to tell me what or where I'm going to live my life. Regardless of all that, nobody is going to tell me what to do ever.

So, the aftermath of that resulted in me having all my employment options blocked and working as a temporary day laborer for $7/hour with a M.D. degree. Not going to pay off student loans that way, I quickly became proficient at online poker back when it was still legal and very soon I was earning $10k/month.

However, this choice of profession was not looked on happily by the "boss" and very soon this avenue was blocked and sabotaged as well and not long after that I was back to manual labor but at a more reasonable $10/hr.

So, in a moment of creative inspiration I decided to write my way out of the situation and put my tears on the pages of a comedy screenplay. This was well received by everyone I showed it to, I received professional notes that said very positive things and I was getting ready to enter it in contests but then things got real weird. I got a random email from William Morris Agency. Could that have been from the studio reader I sent it to for notes? Did they share it with anyone who might be interested?

But then the "boss" magically shows back up in town and my family conspires to usher me to the hospital because I'm sick with "schizophrenia". Oh wouldn't that be a convenient way to deny me money from a screenplay or a writing job? Oh wouldn't that be double convenient that my student loans would be discharged from a mental disability? Oh wouldn't that be triple convenient that you wouldn't have to acknowledge that you were wrong in trying to control my life choices and punishing me with manual labor and you could always now look down on me as the sick boy who should take his meds.

My best guess is that the "boss" took this opportunity to sell my screenplay for a substantial amount of money. Used the guise of my "sickness" to forge my signature on a transfer of copyrights because I was incompetent and if I was well that's what I would agree to.

And now for some reason, there's all kinds of attention on me. People are saying nice things about me. It's like I've got my very own cheerleading squad except that I'm sitting here in poverty on a measly disability check.

OK. Fool me once, so my next escape attempt has to be highly public. So there's no way there can be back alley dealings and forged signatures and retaining of the corrupt powers.

So, in another moment of inspiration I remember back to a special talent I had as a child that was undernourished by a cheapskate father. I can hit a golf ball an incredibly long way while also being incredibly accurate. Now that I've got all this attention on me, maybe I'll finally get the support I need to nourish this talent.

Cut to 6 years later, without the proper resources to actually do it, but somehow I've gotten good enough to start touring as a golf pro. Ah, but the catch. Expensive. Very expensive. $50-60k a year minimum expenses. Ah, but the double catch, the house of cards the "boss" has built from his previous screenplay shenanigans is going to fall apart if this is going to come to fruition. I won't be "sick" any longer. He won't be in control any longer. I'll have money in my name. I've won.

Wait? What? The "boss" and his cheerleaders encouraged me all this time, to reach this point and now they don't want to pay for it? Is this a cruel joke? They had to know golf was expensive, it's common sense, what's the agenda here?

Power? Control?

Anyways, you can see how messy this is. Is there a substantial amount of money from a screenplay I wrote? I sure could use that to fund the golf among other things. If I cut ties what happens with that? I can't stay here, no way. Can the FBI investigate for identity theft? Would it even matter if I placed a call, since there's probably moles like in the IRS?

I'm used to being poor, but how do I make certain I'm not followed when I leave like I was in the past? How do you cut ties with someone who won't admit to who or what they are?

So, I know I will get "you're really crazy" comments. Save them. You may be right about the screenplay but you'll have to eat your words if you want to meet me in real life on a golf course. Crazy doesn't matter there.

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