Showing posts with label ABL Health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ABL Health. Show all posts

Sarah Chilton - Mad as a march hare...

Sarah Chilton, alias Sandra Clinton in 'BETRAYAL'
On February 10, 2019, police arrested me...
Copies of this blog had been sent to Sarah Chilton's employers, ABL Health in Bolton.
And she pointed her finger at me.
No evidence produced mind, just her accusation.
She complained that her colleagues at ABL Health were giving her funny looks (quelle surprise) after reading the blog.
So, armed with this unsubstantiated allegation and no evidence, police forced their way into my home in broad daylight, pinned me against the wall, handcuffed me and threw me into the back of a police van.
No evidence against me, just an allegation from Sarah Chilton.

THE END....

Sarah Chilton Director of External Affairs for ABL Health ironically....

My emphasis (in bold).

"They are often voluble and verbally facile. They can be amusing and entertaining conversationalists, able to tell unlikely but convincing stories that cast themselves in a good light. They can be very effective in presenting themselves well and are often very likeable and charming.

They have a narcissistic and grossly inflated view of their own self-worth and importance, a truly astounding egocentricity and sense of entitlement, and see themselves as the centre of the universe, justified in living according to their own rules. One woman described these rules as "looking out for number one."

They show a stunning lack of concern for the effects their actions have on others, no matter how devastating these might be. They have no sense of guilt, are not sorry for the ensuing pain. Their lack of remorse or guilt is associated with a remarkable ability to rationalise their behaviour, to shrug off personal responsibility for actions that cause family, friends, and others to reel with shock and disappointment. They usually have handy excuses for their behaviour, and in some cases deny that it happened at all.

Letter to Sarah Chilton - updated after The Marsden incident


18th March 2018 

(updated after The Marsden Incident 5 May, 2018)

TODAY is the first anniversary of the night that you protested about my employer: “how dare she text you on a weekend off!”  

Then you dictated my “I don’t appreciate...” text response to my employer, triggering my fight for my job.

Just two weeks later, on April 1st  (fittingly) you sent me a completely deluded email ending our relationship after almost two years.

We made up. The next day you sent me these from your @chilts69 Twitter account:

Sometimes do think it would be better if we bit the bullet and lived together x but not for discussion now I understand x 2 Apr 2017

True love is an amazing emotion and the impact it can have x 2 Apr 2017, 9:33 am

My original letter to Sarah Chilton (since updated) which prompted her to contact the police


18th March, 2018

THIS is the first anniversary of the night that you protested “how dare she text you on a weekend off!”  

Then you dictated my “I don’t appreciate...” text response to her.

Just two weeks later, on April 1st, you sent me an email ending our relationship after almost two years.

Woman No 1 - anatomy of The Break-Up


The Break-Up, when it came, was a relief. 

At least at first.

The back end of May. Late night. Sarah Chilton (Woman No 1) on the phone. I was just two months into the battle with my employer, Angela (Woman No 2) and fighting for my professional life. My diabetes was out of control. My depression worsening.

And then suddenly, Woman No 3 (Jo, an ex) lurches into view.

The Great Betrayal - how could you do that?

The story so far:

  • I have struggled with controlling my diabetes for months.
  • I am suffering from chronic depression and anxiety.
(These are the facts, not self-pity. Oh go on then, there's a bit of that).

And then the phone rings.

On the doorstep: her face went white, and in a split second I knew it was true...


There was only one question in my mind.

I had to know the answer. Had Sarah Chilton betrayed me by colluding with my employer? There was nothing else in my head, although the things I should have said on that bitterly cold night in December are in {brackets}.

I knocked on Sarah's front door. There she stood, shocked at first, then squirming a bit. Months since I had last seen her.