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    El Clot de Galvany

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    Woke up this morning, with a terrible hangover.  I had already arranged to go to The Nature Reserve in Gran Alacant (El Clot de Galvany), with Katie.  Jamie had come in at six in the morning, after I heard him banging on the door.  He had left his keys and bag at work and was trying to get in, suffering from an asthma attack.  It really was lucky I woke up, or god knows what would have happened. He was fine at least in the end.  

    We got to the reserve at about 1.30pm.  It was a hot day, at 28 degrees, but nothing like the 40 degrees, we have had in the past.  It was perfect walking weather.  As a person, I am not keen on walking at the best of times, but for once I was actually quite looking forward to a long ramble and time to clear my head.  I had had a phone call with my Brother from another Mother, last night, Gavin; walking in the Spanish countryside was just what the Doctor ordered.  I had time to think and gather my thoughts.  

    The scenery was glorious.  It looked rather like the wild west to be honest, with imposing deformed trees and lush green cacti in every direction.  The ground was dusty and, the terrain was mountainous, with numerous hills and rocks.  The views of Gran Alacant  and inland Spain were magnificent.

    We walked for about two hours; I enjoyed every single step. The Spanish life, is an outdoor life, so for me, I am embracing every part of it. 
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    As well as the scenery, there were also duck ponds and viewing chalets on the way round, the walk.  I have certainly never been into bird watching, but the experience of viewing these native species in their natural habitat, was fascinating.  I enjoyed every part of the encounter! 
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    We ended the day, having a picnic, in the specially developed area, at the entrance to the park.
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    It's been great, continuing to get to know my new home town of Gran Alacant. El Clot de Galvany, is a special place, one of which, I am sure to be returning to, again and again!  
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    Drinks for Andy!

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    After Katie dropped Andy off at the airport, on Friday evening, we popped to our local, Zest, for a few drinks for Andy.  Actually I had far more than I usually do, plowing through a couple of bottles of Rioja. Had a great evening as usual; it was sad Andy had left, but life goes on, here, in Gran Alacant!
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    Autumn!

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    Whilst out for dinner, in Gran Alacant, last night, there was a distinct chill in the air. The cats are getting into my bed at nights again and the fans have been turned off. Autumn is coming to Spain. My most favourite time of year.  Will it be the same as in The UK?  I doubt it, but, fresher weather brings cooler heads and a welcome break, from the intense summer sun!
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    Viaje Seguro Andy!

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    So tonight was Andy's last evening in Spain, before he returns home to Britain tomorrow.  Jobs are few and far between here, so like my husband Darrell, he is going home to work, to fund his and Katies life in Gran Alacant.  It is a sad irony, that to enjoy the life you want, one partner has to live abroad to pay for some or all of it.  

    I had a lovely, relaxing, chilled evening with them both and little Lexi.  We ate out at King's Pizza, at the GA Centro Comercial.  I had the paella, which was to die for.  In fact I would highly recommend the restaurant; the staff and service was also exceptional.  I will be back with Katie, for sure!  After a few drinks at Zest on the way home, I had a quick night cap, before leaving Andy and Katy to the rest of their evening!

    After a final farewell tomorrow, that will be another friend, leaving Spain. I am actually finding that process a lot easier to deal with now.  It happens all the time.  You learn to live with it!

    ​Viaje Seguro Andy, I'll see you soon!
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    Housewives of Español!

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    Desciples!

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    The Sociopath's Disciples!

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    Now I have written much about my Sociopathic ex employer and the reasons I had to come to Spain. What I haven't really delved further into is the 'disciples'.  I read much and discussed even more about sociopathic behaviour, as soon as I was told, what was happening to me.  I sought professional help, and was told where to look for legal advice.  I still get on average, fifty emails a week from people, experiencing similar situations, to those that I went through.  The details can be harrowing to read and for most, even more difficult to talk about; after all the nature of the crimes committed by those who seek to cause harm, can be terrifying.  Another terrible aspect of sociopathy, is the involvement of other people, knowingly or not.  The repercussions for those implicated in the direct violation of people like myself, can be equally as high, if not worse than that of the Sociopath!

    It is difficult for someone who has not had experience of a Sociopath, to understand just what happens, during a sustained campaign of abuse.  I have discussed in past entries the role of a sociopath, but never that of a disciple or apath, both terms are equally correct to use.  My Manager had at least two disciples, that we and others knew about. One of them  was a van driver for our region, who had contact with all the other Managers on a daily basis.  This was great for my boss, because contact is important. The abuse handed out by him, in her name was quite awful.  He felt untouchable; no matter what he did, who he hurt or the lies he told, he was never brought to account. Don't get me wrong, complaints were made, all the time, but because the buck stopped with my Sociopathic Boss, he could run roughshod across our region. We know she sanctioned what he was doing.  We understand she was the one who pulled the strings.  He was the one who carried out her wishes and warped desires.

    Most shockingly for me, was I was working for a charity.  They employed about 22 Managers in our region alone.  On top of this, my Manager had access to over 700 vulnerable volunteers, many of which, were also victims of her psychotic games.  I had witnessed at first hand, her disciples destructive behaviour and lies.  This van driver was a dangerous criminal who endangered people's lives, victimised whoever he wanted to and didn't care about the ghastly damage being caused to people and of course our region.

    I am unable to speak about specific people, because of the legalities behind what transpired.  Someone very close to me, was also a victim at the time.  There was hardly ever any paper trail, linking people with various dubious activities.  They could not afford to get caught. When the person close to me, reported others for damaging behaviour towards vulnerable people, he also became the victim himself.  As a Manager for a charity, you have a duty of care, to protect those in your employ.  When you report irregularities, you do not expect to be ignored and dismissed, but that is exactly what happened.  I also disclosed bullying towards unprotected volunteers. They were of course disregarded, because I was reporting my concerns to my boss, who I didn't know was a Sociopath at the time. 

    The person close to me, was beginning to break down, both physically and mentally.  I had already been taken out of work, for what I was told, was for safety reasons. This left him at the mercy of those who wanted to destroy, bully and violate.  He was threatened with being put into the boot of a car, taken to a forest and disposed of. Threats to burn down his home, kill his cats and disgraceful homophobic comments were made on a regular basis.  Over a gradual period of time, when I was at my most ill, he also became severely unwell himself, and was removed from work.  The most serious charge laid at the charity's door was something I didn't want to print, but have decided to, out of sheer disgust.  A member of the Management team had a confidential conversation with our boss, about a rape that had happened to them.  No one else was present at the time. It wasn't too long before this person, already a victim, was having to endure further abuse from the 'disciples'.  Our Sociopathic boss had told them the details of what happened and they used that information to try and damage an already traumatised victim!   Once again, complaints were made and all of them were dismissed.

    It is difficult to imagine the pain you suffer through bullying and victimisation.  You naturally assume, that you can get the protection of your superiors.  Sadly when your commander in Chief is the instigator, the challenge to stop the campaign of hate becomes much more difficult.  At the time, all of us who were innocent targets, followed official channels. Remember these procedures are only there to protect the employer, not the employee. 

    What made our situation, even worse, was not knowing who was involved.  Myself and others were offered help, through other work colleagues.  As we later discovered, they were also disciples, bullies, apaths or Sociopaths themselves.  They were part of the problem and they had been for years.  How these people were allowed to get away with their actions, is still not clear.  They were certainly being protected by corrupt people at the top; after all Sociopathy is normally heirarchical and passed down from Manager to Manager.  The only official response we were ever given, was it is being dealt with and the need to protect the reputation of an organisation and charity, gone seriously bad.  Of course all of these issues, problems and criminal acts were being managed by an incompetent HR, who's only aim was to protect themselves and not those who needed it!

    The story of the disciple or apath, is a difficult one.  Many researchers into this phenomenon believe the apath is also a victim; yes many of them are.  A Sociopath will groom a disciple, in the same way a paedophile grooms a child.  They become the abuser on behalf of the Sociopath.  Many of them do not actually realise the harm they are causing and are under the impression, the Sociopath is the victim and they are helping them to fight for justice.  When the Sociopath is finally caught, so are the disciples.  When they discover the extent of the damage they and their superior are responsible for, they generally break down with remorse, not fully knowing what they have been complicit in.

    ​This episode in my life will always remain with me, because of the shameful acts carried out, the damage caused and the fact that this person still remains in her job. When she and those who followed her and those who were involved are brought to account, then and only then can I rest in peace.  Myself and others were the victims; I have a prison sentence; she remains free.  When the day comes, for us to speak and be heard, either through the courts or media, that will be the day, justice will finally be done!
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    Life cycles!

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    I had a busy day yesterday.  I went with Katie and Andy to pick up Lexi from school.  Personally I am not too keen on schools, having never liked going myself, as a child.  Santa Pola school, looks pretty impressive to to be honest. A very large, modern complex with state of the art facilities. Something else to put Britain to shame.  I don't have children myself, so it was also an experience, observing, just how different schools are, compared to when I was a child.  They have changed dramatically! 
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    We had a quick drink in La Glorieta in Santa Pola square, after we picked Lexi up.  It is a beautiful place to just sit and chat, passing the time of day.  After a few swift halves, we went on to the bar on the beach, along the old Santa Pola coastal road.  

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    Chloe is leaving for The UK on Friday, to return to University; we had  drinks last night before she leaves on Friday. Chloe and myself have become very good friends.  I find her company stimulating and her conversation intelligent.  She is studying creative writing at University in Wales, so we also have that aspect of life in common.  She is one of the good people in the World, wonderfully bought up by her father Steve; she is a credit to him.  I will most certainly miss her, when she goes back, but she will of course be here at Christmas, so I will see her then.

    Both Andy and Chloe leave on Friday; I will be sad to see them both go. Once again life will change, as it does in this place, frequently!  Change is of course a good thing, and like my life now, I am embracing it wholeheartedly.  It can be hard, with people coming and going.  As soon as you get to know someone, they are off again, but that really is the nature of the best out here.

    Next week is another new start in many ways.  The season draws to its end and Autumn kicks in; friends return to University and jobs in The UK and the World keeps moving on.  

    It has been a good first season in Spain; certainly not financially, but in every other sense of the word.  I have never felt so at home in all my life. The fact that I can walk to my local pub, on my own and know those who not only frequent it, the patrons, but also the welcoming staff, is testimony to both this place and also how far I have come as a person.  I met Chloe, whilst working at Zest and she is now, what I would consider, a very good friend.

    The success for me, is establishing new and varied friendships; living in Spain without my partner, while he works in Australia; writing for a local magazine; feeling well, for the first time in my life and most importantly restarting my life, when others made it fail.  Gran Alacant has been instrumental in starting a new chapter, with new challenges and new friends.  Now that really can't be bad!
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