The 'Pre-emptive Damage Control' methods

The abuser. Malia Marie Godsey

W Main Street Crack dealer (AKA Black Shaun) is the boss of my sister and my sister (claims) she  is the boss of the Decatur Illinois Outlaws

Fucking LOL

If you read about the side-effects of my cancer treatment, Keytruda, you can see the list​ is very long. My sister and others could just pick from anything to explain my behavior, instead of the fact of me being stalked, abused or harassed

Like people say, "Cancer ain't good."

Abuse happens in different styles, especially if it's well-thought out by a team of people that can easily predict what you can - or can't do, because of, you know, abusers watch the abused and who sees the abused.

My father's role in this game was to be delightful as fuck to everyone as I suffered. You'll see and hear what my father is really like and it's fucking awful. His hand was forced by Raebecca, her crack-dealer and, apparently, the good and hearty kindness that give toys for tots.

Except my sister is a hoarder and wants everything, including to beat the tots. Decatur Illinois ABATE Russell J Garver Jr himself was delightful giving me a ride to Decatur Memorial Hospital the day I was going to have the drain tubes removed from my back due to kidney failure. On the way there, he's telling me about some kind of goiter or herpes near his ugly wife's eye, and as I'm getting out of his shitty truck, he grabs my arm, jerks me back in, and said "See, she had it right here." And that underage titty-toucher flipped me off, being the "tough ass" he thinks he is.

He sure didn't do that when I punked him out at the "CLUB" on 17th Street years before and his friend my sister's boyfriend, Frank L Irvin got punked out by, you guess it - me - in 2013 at The Wild Dog Bar on 22nd Street in Decatur Illinois because my father asked me to "take care of him" when I got out of Graham Correctional Prison in 2013.

Here's a shortlist of methods the crew thought for my sister, Malia, to do. My sister is not smart enough in any way, shape, or, form to come up with these complex, detailed things to do. Believe me. She can't even have solid conversation and look you in the eye, longer than a minute without needing to look away, more so if she doesn't know you. Even more than that when she's lying or nervous. She'll react with anger when the pressure is on or say something like "I don't need to talk to you," and laugh or just "No, no. No."

• When I did call the police, her and my father would sit outside for them, tell them god-knows-what or show some sort of false identification. By false identification, I mean like they're my care-givers, had authority over me, or some sort of credentials.
• When I called an ambulance or police at other times, they would act like they were not there. One one occasion, the ambulance people had to beat on the door for a long time for my father to begrudgingly answer the door. They came downstairs and saw the disaster downstairs and acted like I just live like that
• My father would answer the door to the police and say I didn't live there or he doesn't know what the police are there for. Once, by his sneaking around peaking out windows (the sound), I raced upstairs and waved down the police as he was nearly a block away.
• My sister was talking to Hospice people behind my back and the guy that managed the control substances told me I should be nice to my sister because she can have me thrown out of the house, I then text'd my nephew who was a few blocks away and he came over and explained, without pause, how his mother used to beat him and that she didn't live there. I text'd a different hospice person and asked if my sister was talking to them and she said "We're there to listen to the patient and the family." Right then, I told her to tell them to never come back and pursued cancer treatment after. Guess who picked up the hospice bed? If you said Raebecca's crack-dealer, you'd be 100% correct. "Black Shaun" has an obsession with beds I've been in as you'll see in a video, later.
• After that Gentiva experience, I had an appointment with my Oncologist. Oddly, my father went inside with me. I said to my Oncologist Sebastien Kairouz "Do you remember when my sister came in with me and you turned to her and said "Have we met? You look really familiar." Did she try to talk to you before?" and he immediately said "You see that desk right there," and I looked where he pointed "You walk right up to that desk and write down her complete name and that you don't want any information given to her." My father looked pissed.
• In 2025, while crossing the US Interstate 55 to get to the Peoria Exit 74 while I was in Bloomington (walking), a State Trooper stopped me and said it was dangerous to cross the Interstate. Two other Troopers arrived and checked me and my belongings and my ID. I was served a restraining order that was filed in 2023 when I had cancer and wasn't even there, just off of hospice and starting to be able to survive. My sister and father were trying to put me in the streets while I was dying.

Frank Irvin - bad father, meth-user and my sister's boyfriend