I find myself yet again without the assistance of someone who had offered to help with my most dire need: refuge here in Mexico, because that person has treated me according to the symptoms of my disabilities, despite specifically warning her against doing so. Andrea Geiger, a lawyer employed by the corrupt city of La Paz, Mexico, presented herself as an activist lawyer; an oceanographer by PhD education and specialist in ocean shoreline ecosystems, equivalent to training I myself received – the land version of riparian ecosystems.

Andrea promised the world, and has delivered what I should have guessed I would receive from an employee of a government that should be considered as being completely corrupt and devoid of it's purpose (to serve the people, it's rather the other way round here): nothing.

I do believe I understand now why people like Andrea Geiger treat me the way they do: because I am intolerant of dishonesty, especially in matters of such significant importance as my need for protection as a vulnerable person. And Andrea Geiger is not an honest person; be it because she is just another corrupt government employee or because she suffers some ailment which causes her to forget what she says and writes and also causes her to check what she wrote and instead conveniently blames someone seeking protection from people who treat her exactly as she is warned she is doing.

My life is full of such ironies by the way.

But these ironies are no more than the revelation of the true nature of people. Of course Andrea is a liar. She buddies up with people I've asked her to submit a formal federal human rights complaint against. She can't possibly do anything positive for me. But I have to believe what I'm told and accept referrals and try people out to see what they can do, and I have to believe, for the most part, what they say. And Andrea, initially, seemed believable. I sensed a familiar pattern of behavior developing (I will write about it separately, but this is one element of how I am able to discern dishonesty in others) and tried to make sure I communicated what I needed to ensure that she could not possibly misunderstand me unless she had malicious intent or was otherwise being dishonest (another thing I will write about is my sense that all dishonesty is malicious or my inconsideration for the difference).

Maybe Andrea really could have helped with the human rights complaint, that she offered, unsolicited, after we were referred to her while in a life-threatening situation which she did not even seem to acknowledge much less address. But since she didn't bother asking us what help we needed, and was dishonest about what she said she could provide when pressed to deliver, I highly doubt Andrea even believed I had need for what is in fact my most dire need, and that she is just incompetent, and follows an unfortunate social norm here which I am told is common to Mexico but I will for now believe is only common to La Paz – answers to inquiries with whatever answer in order to seem helpful rather than being honest about not actually knowing the correct answer (never ask for directions or where you can find something here.) I also don't believe Andrea was capable of doing anything she offered, including even following through on my complaint to the human rights commission (which again I did not ask for yet I did pay for – oh yeah, in cash, without receipts, and without any contracts or other documentation or even verbal agreements!)

The lesson here is, I can't learn my lesson. I fled the USA because I was taken advantage of by people I sought help from because I was being taken advantage of. Now it is to the point where the same thing is happening here, but I am no longer in a position to flee, not even this city. No one from outside will help, no one here can help, and no one anywhere believes me. But worst of all is that everyone who has offered to help has taken financial advantage of me instead. What it tells me is what I've known instinctively all of my life: that society is dishonest, and motivates people to be dishonest.

So I guess I really am on my own, despite the gravity of my situation.

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