I suppose there are a lot of J.D. Nearys in the world.
On Monday afternoon April 16, 1990 the legal assistant coordinator at the law firm where I worked, J.D. Neary, met with my psychiatrist, Stanley R. Palombo, MD, at his office. It was a stealth visit arranged by my employer, the DC law firm of Akin, Gump, Strauss, Hauer and Feld. I was never supposed to find out about the visit. But I did. One of my special powers is to read the meanings of trivial events in my environment. The world-renowned psychiatrist, Gertrude R. Ticho, MD, in fact, affirmed that I read a meaning in trivial events. She never actually said I read an incorrect meaning in trivial events, to the best of my knowledge -- simply that I attach a negative meaning to trivial events. Dr. Ticho's professional opinion leaves open the possibility that I accurately read the negative meanings of trivial events. Yes, that's my special power.
So, in my deluded belief system, J.D. Neary saw my psychiatrist on Monday afternoon April 16, 1990. J.D. Neary told Dr. Palombo about my messy, junk-strewn apartment. You see, my employer had gone to my apartment in early January 1990 -- it was the first workday after the New Year; the exact date escapes me now. It had been a stealth operation. A couple managers of the firm got the apartment manager Elaine Wranik (now sadly departed) to let them in my apartment. They came with a video camera and taped my apartment. The resulting video was not exactly Oscar material. The managers sent a copy of the videotape to my sister.
Dr. Palombo's professional opinion was that J.D. Neary's comments about me were a projection of his own anality.