Sexually Violated By A Canadian Doctor – Flashback

… Okay, picking up where we left off. But before going into this, let’s recap.

It all started with Trouble At The Canadian Border.

That led to A Road Trip To Epiphany.

Then a look into A Snapshot Of My Life In 2006.

Followed by My Wife Getting Kicked Out Of The U.S.A.

…And here I was. 29 years old and my wife wasn’t allowed back to my home in LA.

Immediately Lisa began searching for living accommodations. We decided that downtown was the best place to be even though rent was more expensive. We wouldn’t require transportation and could rely on public transit. Schools and shops were walking distance. We settled for a studio apartment, which was to house the 3 of us like sardines.

Although my income had increased, the financial debt that I had from my previous business and loans still totaled close to 6-figures. We were broke and now had no income.

Fortunately I had still had excellent credit, so I signed the lease to the new apartment using my U.S. credit.

As soon as the lease was signed I prepared for the drive back to LA, which was world’s apart from what I had expected just days before. Instead of all 3 of us going home, it was just me. I had to leave my wife and stepson in Vancouver and begin a new life there, spontaneously and totally unexpectedly.

The move-in date was still a month and a half away so there wasn’t much Lisa and Ted could do. They had to stay camped out in a neighboring city, without much money or resources. The emotional roller coaster during this time tested us in many ways. Like always, Lisa and Ted were troopers through it all.

We started the application process for my immigration immediately. It was to take 2-3 years to get my permanent residency, (P.R. or greencard), so we made haste. Lisa took the reigns and managed the whole thing – all the paperwork and research.

I had to take a physical exam for the immigration process. Now I’ve had physical exams before, but they seemed to do them differently in Canada…

A couple years later I found out that the physical exam I took was something I hesitate to even journal. Let’s just say the doctor was ‘far too thorough’ in his examination and all the time he spent fondling my balls and examining my ass was Not standard routine like he told me!

I only know this because I ended up having to take another exam almost 2 years later cause the first exam expired and my paperwork hadn’t processed, so I had to take another one! After what happened the first time, I really wasn’t looking forward to another one…

The second time I took the physical, I had a different doctor. This doctor never even touched me! It dawned on me then that the first doctor totally molested me. No wonder I felt so sick when it happened! And worse yet, I paid for it!!

It was not a nice welcome into Canada…

Now feeling violated, stressed, totally vulnerable, and emotionally unstable, I prepared for the long drive back to LA to tell my friends and family I was moving to Canada, right now!

How was I going to take these lemons life had handed me and make lemonade?

….Thoughts for the long drive to LA. And off I went.

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