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Another Chapter in Joan Wheeler’s Revisionist History – how her 9/11 experience changed from a ‘truthful’ account in 2009 to a lie in 2014. September 19, 2014

Posted by Ruth in Black and White Evidence of Joan Wheeler's Lies: Letters, Contradictions of Joan Wheeler, Court Documents, Joan Wheeler Speak - how Joan views the world.
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Or was it a lie in 2009, and now it’s the truth in 2014 – and will there be another version of the the facts down the road?

 Joan Wheeler says she’s been revising her book Forbidden Family since it’s been pulled from publication in May 2011 for her violating her contract with the publisher – for signing a statement that the book was truthful. And I sent documents to the publisher that proved she lied in the book. — But she’s been revising it – I have asked in the past, how does one revise the truth? Oh, that’s real easy, when you’re Joan Wheeler. Let’s check this out.

 From “Forbidden Family,” page 372, published November 2009, pulled from publication, May 2011.

  “Then came September 11.

  I was working at a crisis center for two years when terrorists attacked our country. I called Mom shortly after 9A.M. and went back to work. My daughter was in school. How would the high school handle this? I thought of my son. he was one month away from home in Navy Boot Camp. Was he safe?

  I put in ten hours of work that day as a crisis counselor. The director found a small black and white TV set with an antenna. She put it on a table in the front of the phone room for the phone counselors. We watched the news with a fuzzy picture, or even just the sound. When calls came in, we helped callers cope with the unfolding tragedy. Toward the middle of the afternoon, we were flooded with calls from people wanting to donate blood and to organize a drive to Ground Zero. I was frightened, tired and ached for my mother and daughter who were alone in the house. When I arrived home, we cried together.”

 Hmmm, a pretty good narration there. A straight-forward account of where she was when the attacks occurred, how she found out about it, and her reaction to the attacks. But let’s see how she narrates that awful Tuesday morning on September 11, 2014 on her facebook page. –

  “On this day 13 years ago, I went to work at Buffalo’s Crisis Services as a telephone crisis phone operator. The day started as usual. We huddled together for morning chats. I broke away to gather up my cup of coffee from the kitchen. As I approached the Phone Room with my coffee, a small crowd of social workers gathered in the hallway. They were crying. One of our own workers had received a call from her brother. He worked on one of the lower floors of the World Trade Center. He escaped. We knew SOMETHING was wrong. We went to work.

  As the morning progressed, we sat at our posts, taking calls. But the Buffalo community was strangely silent. Not many knew what was happening.

  Our two directors scurried around the main office to find a TV. We had an old black and white TV, not cable ready, and placed it in a small table at the front of the room. No picture. Only sound. Sound muffled through the static. We heard the morning progress, but could not see the News unfold.

  When the plane hit the Pentagon, the Phone Room Director came in, stood in front of us, and declared, “This country is under attack!”

  At once, a feeling of shock and horror swept over me. A brief accounting of my immediate family entered my mind: my aging mother at home, my high school age daughter in school, my son in his first month of Navy boot camp.

  But I was at work.

  Whoever sent those planes could target Buffalo: the three bridges to Canada, the Electric Power Plant — WE COULD BE NEXT.

  I suddenly snapped into a crisis-team mode. Straightening up in my chair, I listened to our Directors give us a breakdown of predictions for the morning. Community could call in, frantic, but many will not know as they call in with their own personal crisis. We prepared for blood donors to call. We prepared to set up volunteer groups to assemble. But the morning was slow as calls surprisingly did not come in. Perhaps the city was glued to their TV sets. We had our usual repeat callers. And dead space.

  I called home to tell Mom to turn on her TV. I told her to sit tight and that I’d be home after my shift. But that shift turned from an 8 hour day to a 10 hour day. The afternoon turned to evening. Weary and nervous, I wanted to go home. But I volunteered to stay to help the shift change.

  I worked 10 hour days for the next two weeks.

  When working in a Crisis Center, staff must go through planned de-briefings. We who were on the front line taking in calls, and those who were in Outreach teams sent out in the community, we needed counseling ourselves to center ourselves, find peace, find a way to gather up courage.

  Only one of those people with whom I worked on September 11, 2001, is a Facebook friend today. I honor my dear friend, Michael O. who worked with me and about 8 other Phone Room counselors that first morning shift.

  May we all find peace, somehow, and remember those who died today, 13 years ago.”

 Joan mentions her friend Michael who replies to this facebook post:

Michael O. – “Funny thing about that day…I remember it being fairly quiet on the phone lines.

 Ahh, a more detailed, and REVISED account of what she put forth in the 2009 book, and I suspect this is a passage from her REVISED book-in-the-making. AND this revision contains a very important contradiction. AND quite a lot of extra DRAMA, verbiage, and exaggerations of some quite simple things. I like the one about they were preparing for blood donors to call – um, Crisis Services does not deal with blood donors – the Red Cross does – everybody knows that. Maybe some people would call the Crisis Center to inquire where to donate blood – and wouldn’t they have information about that already on hand – they would have a directory of handy and important community phone numbers and contacts for people and would have the Red Cross info already – so what’s to prepare?

Let’s talk about the added drama – oh, the DRAMA —

  “When the plane hit the Pentagon, the Phone Room Director came in, stood in front of us, and declared, “This country is under attack!”

  At once, a feeling of shock and horror swept over me. A brief accounting of my immediate family entered my mind: my aging mother at home, my high school age daughter in school, my son in his first month of Navy boot camp.

  But I was at work. — and WE COULD BE NEXT!!!!”

 Yes, Buffalo is 20 miles south of a major power plant located in Niagara Falls, NY – but really. I was attending additional training at my employer when the attack happened and left for home around 12:30pm. I will admit to having had some trepidation going down into the subway system, but I’ve always had the attitude that ‘hey! we’re all going to die. I could get killed crossing the street – a car could come out of nowhere and squish me. So, why worry?’ As to my reaction of the attacks – hell, of course, I was shocked and I cried. But I certainly didn’t carry on like Chicken Little. When I got home, my husband had only just gotten out of bed (yes, he used to sleep in on his days off from work, and now that he’s retired, he sleeps til noon. Because I am a night shift worker, and sleep during the day, he keeps the same schedule that I do – so we can be together. But we’re not talking about me – we’re talking about Joan, so let’s get back to her newly revised version of September 11. Let’s see, what point did I want to bring up next? Oh yes, the extra verbiage!

 Extra verbiage – people were gathered in huddles. Joan straightened in her chair. Joan SNAPPED to crisis team mode. People SCURRIED AROUND to find a TV. They must have looked like hamsters or gerbils with all that scurrying.  Compare the two descriptions of watching the news on a older TV set after a set was found after much scurrying:

The 2009 description:“The director found a small black and white TV set with an antenna. She put it on a table in the front of the phone room for the phone counselors. We watched the news with a fuzzy picture, or even just the sound.”

The 2014 account:“Our two directors scurried around the main office to find a TV. We had an old black and white TV, not cable ready, and placed it in a small table at the front of the room. No picture. Only sound. Sound muffled through the static. We heard the morning progress, but could not see the News unfold.”

 Wow – not only did the director increase herself to two people, (The director found a small black and white TV … 2009) (Our two directors scurried around the main office to find a TV …. 2014), but the TV reception changed from being a fuzzy picture or no picture but with sound – to NO picture, only sound in 2014. AND the extra verbiage – Sound muffled through the static. We heard the morning progress, but could not see the News unfold.” – but, but, didn’t Joan say this in 2009? – “We watched the news with a fuzzy picture, or even just the sound.”

 So which is it Joan? Did you WATCH the news or not? Okay readers, this may seem like a really small point here, that I’m nitpicking about – but I’m setting this up – so you can see how Joan CHANGES THE FACTS AROUND TO SUIT HER. AND DEPENDING ON WHO SHE KNOWS IS READING WHAT SHE WRITES — AND I’m preparing you for the biggest contradiction of all –

from the 2009 version of the FACTS:
Toward the middle of the afternoon, we were flooded with calls from people wanting to donate blood and to organize a drive to Ground Zero.

 from the 2014 version of the FACTS:

But the morning was slow as calls surprisingly did not come in. Perhaps the city was glued to their TV sets. We had our usual repeat callers. And dead space.

 Okay, she says the morning was slow, but in the 2014 version, she does not even mention the afternoon. Hmmm, I wonder why? Because she says so – right on Facebook:
Only one of those people with whom I worked on September 11, 2001, is a Facebook friend today.
Joan KNOWS better than to play fast and loose with the FACTS with someone who was there that day – someone who is A PROFESSIONAL COUNSELOR. And he confirms the 2014 version –

Michael O. – Funny thing about that day…I remember it being fairly quiet on the phone lines.

 But – there’s still that 2009 version of the FACTS – which are quite different than the 2014 version – so that means that JOAN DID INDEED LIE IN HER 2009 BOOK AND THAT IS WHY THAT BOOK IS DEAD.- Because she said in 2009 that they were FLOODED WITH CALLS – but Michael says it was fairly quiet on the phone lines.

MY, MY, MY JOAN – YOU GOT TRIPPED UP THERE. STICK TO THE TRUTH ALWAYS, AND YOU’LL NEVER GET TRIPPED UP!

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.1. gertmcqueenSeptember 19, 2014

Gert here…excellent presentation of evidence
I would also point people’s attention to the first paragraph of the copy from the book…Joan’s self assessment of her symptoms of mental illness! If she was trying to prove something…that adoption caused her life to be a torment…why did she WRITE about it? Where were all those mental health experts she KNEW and went to? Didn’t anyone every HELP her? No…because Joan is an exaggerator and a manipulator and a liar!

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Never Trust Anyone Who Always Blames Everyone Else for Everything Wrong in Their Life (like Joan Wheeler does) September 11, 2014

Posted by Ruth in Joan Wheeler Speak - how Joan views the world.
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don't trust blamers

right – if you listen to Joan Wheeler carefully – you will notice that everything bad in her life is because of what OTHER people have done. NOTHING in her life is because of a choice that she herself has made. And if you listen very closely – you will notice that anything bad in her life has been caused by me. I get fucking blamed for everything – even when I’m sleeping and not even thinking of her. – Correction – everything bad in her life happened because she was adopted – after her adoption, everything bad in her life is because of Ruth. Ruth did this, Ruth did that. Then she’ll blame her other birth sisters. I could be under anesthetics, having surgery done, but she’ll still say that at that moment in time – I did something to her.

observation – gosh – it had been almost two years since Joan called my job – for the umpteenth time – to get me fired. She’s slacking! – I wonder what she’ll do when I retire – she’ll have no plaything – her life will be soooo bereft without her 20 year habit of calling my job with false accusations.

UPDATE, APRIL 2016, as older posts are being seen I’m updating with links to my second blog and a Facebook page wherein I expose AGAIN the lies, fabrications and hate that Joan M Wheeler says about me and family. After the first book was pulled from publication by the publisher, May 2011, she has ‘self-published’ another ‘revised’ version. In this ‘version’ called ‘duped by adoption’ she has increased her exploitation by including PICTURES and REAL NAMES and much more personal information violating again the families. Joan has no decency NOR shame. There is NOTHING in this book for adoption reform. She is totally against adoption and her two families. To learn more see…

https://gertmcqueen2.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/dupedbyadoption1

UPDATE JULY 2017; I’m updating with links to my second blog and a Facebook page wherein I expose AGAIN the lies, fabrications and hate that Joan M Wheeler (Doris Michol Sippel) says about me and family. The first book Forbidden Family, A Half Orphan’s Account of Her Adoption, Reunion and Social Activism‘ was published in 2009 but then was pulled from publication by the publisher in May 2011, for libelous material within the book. Then in 2015, she ‘self-published’ a ‘revised’ version calling it ‘Forbidden Family, an adoptee duped by adoption’. This woman has no shame no sense of family honor! Then in 2016 Joan changed her name back to her birth name and rewrote and republished the SAME crap in another book; a Third edition! CALLED ‘Forbidden Family: An Adopted Woman’s Struggle for Identity’! Talk about conning people!

https://gertmcqueen.wordpress.com/   this blog is titled Reclaiming the Sippel-Herr Family Honor

https://gertmcqueen2.wordpress.com/

this blog’s title/sub title is… DUPED BY ADOPTION & AN WOMAN’S STRUGGLE FOR IDENTITY, A BOOK STUDY an in-depth analyzes of the books called Forbidden Family; My Life as an Adoptee Duped by adoption & An Adopted Woman’s Struggle for Identity by Joan M Wheeler/Doris M Sippel.

Also see this Facebook page

https://www.facebook.com/dupedbyadoptionStruggleforIdentity1/

In addition…see the ‘discussion’ forums, on Amazon, for two of the books. The first book has one review and several comments related.

Forbidden Family: My Life as an Adoptee Duped by Adoption forum

https://www.amazon.com/Forbidden-Family-Adoptee-Duped-Adoption/forum/Fx16ZHWP5PQHHCK/-/1/ref=cm_cd_fp_rvt?_encoding=UTF8&asin=B00X520CGW

Joan Mary Wheeler forum 

https://www.amazon.com/gp/forum/cd/forum.html/ref=cm_cd_rvt?ie=UTF8&cdForum=Fx3T0YAD0KXNPP5

review of first book and 4 comments

https://www.amazon.com/Forbidden-Family-Joan-M-Wheeler/dp/1412061547

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An adult is as the adult/child does! #JoanWheeler, the perpetual spoiled brat of a child, wants to be known as an adult! September 6, 2014

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Reclaiming the Sippel-Herr Family Honor

Too bad she can’t accept the LIFE she has, as an adult and thereby GET a life of an adult.

I’ve had the following site, and comment of Joan’s, in my ‘waiting to be done’ folders on Joan Wheeler. For years, Joan has been all over the Internet, so there’s alot of material. And unlike her, I do have a life. So it takes time for me to get back to those folders and do my follow ups and blog posts.

Once I looked at the site, I decided to placed another comment myself. I am not including the article itself nor any other comments, just Joan’s and mine and one other. Make of it as you will and be glad that you don’t have a mentally ill person in your family!

PS I am including a couple of long comments made by Ruth because it’s IMPORTANT to remember that…

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