I am not crazy. I am sick. I am just a creative artistic person who unfortunately was born to parents who are not artistic or creative. My father is a former Special Agent for Customs. He worked on Gay Street in Baltimore, Maryland at the Customs Building from the time I was five into the 90s. IN 1995 my parents sold the house I grew up in and moved to Arizona. At the time I was living in DC and had just started law school. My dad eventually retired from Customs. I moved to California in 2002. At the time my father was still a working agent and working in Arizona. I was told his title was Officer in Charge of Nogales, Arizona.
I have not seen my parents since 2005. I visited my parents and took this final family photo below. I will never take a photo with my parents ever again. I am done with their need to make me respect them without any consideration for my health or well being. They do not accept that I want to be in the arts and entertainment. My mother writes me and says she wants me to be successful. If I hate my job and can not stand what I am doing, and it goes against what I believe is right, I will feel like a failure and hate my parents. FEAR IS NOT RESPECT.  I loved acting.  My father keeps saying he has not told me I had to give up acting.  Being a lawyer is not playing characters on TV sets.  Acting is not selling stuff or manipulating the truth.  Acting is not just a hobby to me, and who does acting as a hobby in America. I am not interested in doing theater. I trained in graduate school to do film and tv acting.  My parents did not know that because as an adult they had no right to dictate what I DID.  

The written note is on the back of the photo and written by my mother.  I have a brother. I have not seen or talked to him in years. My parents drove a stake between us.  My father used to make fun of me when I cried.  I do not want him in my life. And I would be better off I if I had been allowed to pursue my own career goals. I am the daughter of  government agent and I go to work to be told I am on a list like a terrorist.  While a guy who molested me with a cocaine addiction gets to build a family and a career.  I would rather commit suicide than do what my parents want.

I visited my parents a few times since 1996 but I have not seen them since 2005.  in 2010 their dentist did not clean my teeth after taking out molars. When I was tripped on a set my mother was happy about it.  When I told my mother that I was molested she told me what did I do to cause it.  I was an honor student growing up but as far as My parents were concerned I was an idiot because I had a vagina.  My parents never paid attention to my homework or what I did in school.  My mother got angry when I told her the founding father’s were diests.  My mother worked nights as a drug dependency nurse.  

When I think about my life now though I wonder if my father had not been a government agent would my teachers have pushed me to be gifted and talented in social studies and let me pursue poetry and writing instead.  Would they have encouraged me to be a journalist and maybe even be an actor.  I have never been like my parents.  I will never be like them. I do not want what they have.  I wanted an acting career. I did not need much money to be happy.  I do not need things. I thrived to have ideas and I wanted to leave ideas that made the world better behind me when I died.  I was never interested in border law.  I was never interested in running for politics. I never wanted to be in court or to work in a law office.  I was happy when I was on sets. I will never be happy again. I feel as if my parents would rather have me dead than happy and free.  

these are articles I found quoting or mentioning my father as the lead investigator for a cases in Arizona.

Plus he was interviewed about his opinion on the border wall.  

I am not sure where I got this document from. I think I found it on line though. It was not private. It lists my father as the DIRECTOR for the SOUTHWEST on the second page.