Dr. Catherine Josephine Wilkins — Florida

Professor Catherine Josephine Wilkins mentally abused and cheated on me while I was dying of cancer. She has left me with severe, crushing PTSD. Ever since, my mental peace and life has been ravaged. This is the most painful story I can tell you. I have been devastated ever since. When I think of Catherine, I think of my rapist. I think of the person that nearly killed me as my body was battling cancer and chemo to live. I was her boyfriend and we would have married, years ago, when I was diagnosed with Hodgkins Disease (lymphoma). Contrary to what she has told many, Professor Catherine Wilkins did not care for me. She did not pay my medical bills. There was no such care from her. What I received from Catherine Wilkins was callous infidelity. #METOO Professor Catherine Wilkins was cheating on me, as I was fighting for my life, taking chemo (ABVD), as I lay weak watching all my hair fall out, vomiting, and losing my white blood cells. As I was filled with fevers of over 100 degrees from internal infections because of my newly weak immune system, as I injected myself with special medication (Filgrastim/Neupogen) into my thigh to increase my blood cells and keep me alive — she was committing adultery on me. I almost died several times. She was not there. She did not care. She was having several affairs. The severely increased stress from her infidelity and deceit while my veins were filled with harsh, burning chemicals, equally almost killed me. My fragile health did not matter to her. Her continued cheating, and the coverup, is what she was focused on. Learning of Catherine Wilkins’ adultery, barely surviving cancer under these terrible conditions, I have been ravaged by daily PTSD and have tried taking my own life many times. Each day is often a struggle not to kill myself.

It is the wonderful Dr. Robert Veith, MD at the Charity Hospital of New Orleans that saved my life. It is the nurses that gently put the needle that would feed chemo into my veins that saved me. It is the social workers and oncologists of New Orleans that are the reason I am breathing today. Let me tell you a few other factors that helped me live on: My dream to be an extremely good husband, and an extremely good father one day (if chemo has not taken my fertility), kept me alive. I am an artist. Among the many arts in my training: I am a painter, photographer, writer, and co-composer, lyricist, and librettist of musicals. My ultimate drive to leave a positive, artistic mark on this earth, to one day change the world of art, literature, and music, kept me alive. Each time I nearly died of fever and neutropenia, I told my oncologists, they must save my life, because I have to impart to this world art. I told my nurses, as they aligned the needle to my vein, keep me alive because I have to give this world better. I told myself, stay alive because the art world needs me. Catherine Wilkins was the most negative factor in my battle with cancer. I live by two self-made mottos. First: “Don’t be a victim. Be your own hero.” I am a victim of Catherine’s adultery, and more of her wrongs, and I will state it as “victim.” But I am also my own hero. And each day I wake up, I fight to be my own hero. My second motto is: “Art is not the result of creation. Art is the pinnacle of creation.” I am an artist. I strive to make the best. Anyone can create. It just means you made something. Art, is the best that mankind can bring forth at that moment in time, of that place in history, with all that is known. I believe art is a single, unified world; only speaking many languages. I will also tell you: Oncologists and social workers are saints. They gave me the gift of my life. I will tell you, anything I have done in my life since then, everything I will ever do, I owe to this trinity: 1) Art. 2) Dr. Robert Veith, MD. 3) The social worker who after each treatment would write a note to tell the downstairs pharmacy to sneak into a small paper bag my Neupogen injection (which cost many hundreds of dollars), because I could not afford it, and I would have certainly died after each chemo cycle without it. This social worker, is a miracle worker. That secret miracle of hers — sneaking me Neupogen — and my thanks for it, I feel everyday. Those mortal angels at the Charity Hospital of New Orleans gave me life. I have been informed Catherine Wilkins applied for the CDA Scholarship (Catholic Daughters of the Americas). Only recently did I discover this past application. On her scholarship application, Catherine wrote these exact words: “The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay, while at the same time impeding my graduate education and making my progress as a student somewhat difficult. “Unfortunately, over the summer between my graduation and my planned matriculation at Tulane, my boyfriend of four years developed a cough which prompted a visit to the doctor’s office. After several tests and minor surgeries, the doctors discovered that my boyfriend was suffering from Hodgkin’s Disease, a type of cancer. As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state. Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area. “Unfortunately, I had not planned on attending U.S.F. for graduate school, and consequently had not applied for any scholarships. … I was extremely troubled … due to the stress I experienced as a result of my boyfriend’s battle with cancer… “… I earned twelve credit hours toward my Master’s Degree in Art History at U.S.F. before my boyfriend’s recovery allowed me to continue my education at Tulane University. While I still have a tuition scholarship and a job at the school, I have encountered a great deal of expenses … along with aiding my boyfriend with his accumulated medical expenses …

Because I stayed in Florida with my boyfriend for the first year of my graduate experience and payed for much of my schooling on my own, my savings have been virtually depleted… “Recently, my grandmother, a Catholic Daughter for over four decades, brought this scholarship to my notice. It seems like true help from *** … I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued. While his illness and the ensuing chaotic changes in my life have certainly been taxing … I am very grateful that I have had this opportunity … to help another … the past year has taught me so much about life, love, and faith …” These are all lies. Despicable lies. I am that boyfriend that Catherine writes about in her scholarship application. Except for myself enduring cancer, Catherine Wilkins lied on nearly every account. *** Catherine writes: “After several tests and minor surgeries…” This shows how little Catherine Wilkins knows of my condition that she professes. I had one surgery. And it was not “minor.” My chest was cut open through the bone, my sternum split apart, drainage tubes put in my abdomen, the doctor looked at my cancer inside my body, took a biopsy, then my chest was wired shut. I have metal wires across my sternum and a very long scar down my chest, and two more on my stomach, that I see everyday. *** Catherine used the fact that I was an abused orphan (I ran away from home to escape the abuse), to say “…I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state.” Catherine did abandon me. She committed adultery on me. In this form of lie, Catherine used my past abuse, to further abuse me in the present. *** Catherine writes: “Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.” This is false. I received all my treatment in New Orleans. She lied about this to benefit her own living and school location. *** Catherine further writes: “…due to the stress I experienced as a result of my boyfriend’s battle with cancer…” Catherine experienced no stress from my cancer. She was callous, calculated in gaslighting (deceiving) me, and she was cheating on me. She knows very little of my battle with cancer, because she was not there. *** Catherine also states: “…at U.S.F. before my boyfriend’s recovery allowed me to continue my education at Tulane University.” She was not present for my recovery. Catherine Wilkins impeded my recovery. She was the greatest disabling factor during my cancer treatment. *** Catherine makes numerous statements such as: “…aiding my boyfriend with his accumulated medical expenses…” *** She even writes: “It seems like true help from *** … I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued.” Catherine Wilkins did not pay for anything related to my cancer treatment. She did not pay for my Neupogen or any medical bill. She probably has no idea what Neupogen is. Certainly not at the time when ABVD was burning my insides, causing me extreme nausea, and taking my hair and worse – my immune system. Does she even know what ABVD stands for? Catherine was never there for a single one of my treatments, she did not take care of me, and she did not incur a single debt. When after a chemo treatment, my blood count dropped to deadly levels, and it was in the middle of the night, probably midnight, that I became infected from nearly any germ, and my body was burning up, and I couldn’t decide to try to let the fever pass or not, I had to crawl to the phone — alone — and call a cab to take me to the hospital. I was dying. I knew it. Somehow at the late hour, the marvelous Dr. Robert Veith, MD showed up, like a rescuing angel. He instantly put me on antibiotics. Dr. Veith told me I was hours from certain death. If I stayed at home and tried to let the fever pass, it would have been the last fever of my life. It was one of several times Dr. Veith saved my life. was never there. She never met a single one of my New Orleans doctors or nurses. Does Catherine even know how to uncap a Neupogen syringe, tap out any oxygen bubbles, pinch the skin, and inject Neupogen into a cancer patient’s thigh, upper arm, belly, or buttocks? No. She never did this. She wasn’t there for me. I was completely alone. Catherine Wilkins states: “As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state.” Catherine: How can you tell such a lie? For your own gain. After I nearly died — alone — several times — crawling to my phone for a cab barely before I died, cleaning up my own vomit from chemo because I didn’t make it to the toilet in time — you, Catherine, instead write such terrible lies of your actions, on your college scholarship.

Every time I was weak, I had to scrape my own strength together. Charity Hospital is what paid my medical debts for chemotherapy and related treatments. A magnificent social worker is who made sure I had Neupogen. I am the one — alone — that had to disinfect my own home, fix my own meals my stomach could handle on chemo (mostly salads and vitamins), wipe and dig out vomit from my carpet when my stomach couldn’t handle anything, inject my own thigh. Catherine Wilkins’ adultery while I fought cancer is what almost ended my life. Catherine Wilkins’ lies are pathological. Catherine, I ask you: Do you know how this feels? It is being raped. You have raped me as your “loved one” and as a cancer patient. I was enduring cancer, begging the Creator for my life, being cheated on and lied to. And now used — and spiritually raped — so an adulterer can advance themselves. Catherine: How could you? Why? Was cheating not enough pain to me? And now you use my name and condition to apply for scholarships? Catherine: Do you have no limit in your cruelty and selfishness? Almost everything I hold sacred, Catherine Josephine Wilkins took from me. There has been a pain in my chest cavity for years. The last few days, I am coughing again. I do not know if it is cancer returning. Some days I hope it is, so I would die. But then I think of my dedication to bettering art, and my dream to one day be a good husband and father, and raise a next generation of productive children that may become leaders in art, medicine, or positive social consciousness. Because of the PTSD I suffer from Catherine’s actions, I have not had any cancer checkups since my initial treatment. Not one. Because I am afraid, that if my Hodgkins Lymphoma returns, or I have developed another cancer, and I must undergo chemotherapy again, I am afraid the PTSD from Catherine will truly kill me this time. I am afraid my depression that often overcomes me from these memories and flashbacks, on top of new chemo, will weaken my immune system more than before, and if I acquire neutropenia, if my white blood cells drop and my body becomes infected, I may not inject myself with Neupogen and I may just finally let myself die. When death from neutropenia is close and might occur, I know that is when my morale to live on will be the weakest. I do not want your sympathy. I want to be heard. All victims of adulterers and cheaters need to be heard. I want to tell as much of my story as I can possibly bare. Even now as I type, I shake from the memories of such incredible hurt. Read my story, but please, I beg, I want to be left alone. I have suffered enough. I am continuing to struggle to repair my mental health and my life after the damage Catherine has caused. Surviving adultery, cancer, chemo, PTSD, having my chest cut open and wired shut, and so many other dreadful situations has been more difficult than Sisyphus’ fate. Each day I pull from my inner strength. Each day, my soul cries. #METOO As a very young child: I was sexually, physically, and mentally abused by my biological parents. I was physically raped by several men on numerous occasions. I ran away from home at a very young age to break this cycle, and to take life into my own hands and on my terms, so I could lead myself in a positive life. I had dreams. Positive dreams. Big dreams. And I did not want this child abuse to hold me back. As an adult: None of it, none of it, compares to what Dr. Catherine Josephine Wilkins did to me. As a child, I have been physically raped. I endured each rape, and left it behind, because it was quick and done. There were no mental games involved. Just physical abuse. I could decide if I wanted any damaging effects. I decided physical rape would not hurt me. Could not hurt me. I moved on quickly. In many ways, it made me a stronger person. Because I decided to be stronger. Catherine Wilkins’ form of rape, has been the most damaging experience in my life. I have never healed. Because I could not decide. She never let me. Catherine did not let me make my own informed decisions. Catherine destroyed my mental health and stability. Dr. Catherine Wilkins is a professor at the USF Honors College. It is absolutely ironic and sadly absurd that Catherine teaches courses dealing with “depression, PTSD, and other mental health conditions” and is “the director of Medical Humanities curriculum in the Morsani College of Medicine.” This person that has used, abused, and manipulated a cancer patient while undergoing chemotherapy. This is an atrocity to cancer patients and patients of PTSD. Yesterday, to soften my pain, in a previous posted article, I did not physically describe myself or Catherine directly. I described myself as a personal trainer. I described my significant other as an unnamed person with blondish hair and green eyes. My significant other, was Catherine Wilkins. I realized, the pain cannot be softened by just changing eye color. I want to talk logically about my experiences with infidelity and abuse. I need to share my story. Because victims of adultery and abuse need to be heard. Adultery is a spirit-draining, destructive event in a person’s life. Unfortunately, cheating is very common today. Adultery, and the coverup is no small thing. The person you most trusted, most loved, has betrayed you. Has betrayed your faith, and your commitment. What you held sacred, has been trashed. And by the person you love.

That discovery, turns your world upside down. Sadly, many will commiserate with my experiences. It is one of the largest wounds a person can inflict on another. Unfortunately, adulterers like Dr. Catherine Wilkins are extremely common. Cheating and adultery co-exist with signs of further dishonesty and immoral and unethical behavior. Usually, lies and lack of character go much further than just adultery. Victims of infidelity and adultery need to be heard. Only two or three closest friends know this whole story. I met Catherine Wilkins like anyone else. By chance. It came to be, that we frequented the same place. One day, a certain person noticed me. She would come into my place of work at the time, and buy incense from me. As I bumped into them at the checkout counter repeatedly, once every week or two, but never talking, I finally noticed them as they were noticing me. I called her “my incense girl.” I was single. I’m not one to play the field. I always believed in true love. I always believed you wait for the best, and you try to be the best yourself. Being your best, is a gift you give to others. Soon, I was mesmerized by this person I kept seeing in glimpses. Who was this Greco-Roman vase with big brown eyes and long brown hair? They were a little awkward at first, but I just found that more endearing. I wondered, are they single? Do they live nearby? Is this their neighborhood? Why does she keep frequenting this same place, buying so much incense, but never talking, just shyly coming in? Were they even looking at me? I hoped they were. In my heart, I decided I wanted to give them a chance, and I wanted to take a chance, which is rare for me. I can be shy. And more so, I am choosy. I wanted to get married one day, so ultimately I was searching for someone of quality. After several months of these passing incense glances, I finally approached this person, and to the jump of my heart and loss of my breath, we exchanged phone numbers and made a date. I learned her name: Catie Wilkins. Was this new person the person I was meant to be with? I didn’t yet know, but every date we had, I treated them with utmost respect, romantic passion, and a desire for the future. I believe in foundations. In a relationship, foundations are built from the day you meet. I date rarely, and when I do, I believe one should always consider and treat the person opposite you that one day they may be your significant other. You may raise a family with them. You may spend the rest of your life with them. You may even have grandchildren with them! And if things don’t work out before all that, it is called dating. And you try again and keep searching. But like a gift, you should always leave that person better for knowing you. As an artist, it is my mission to be my best. I love assisting and guiding people as well. I love seeing when people improve. Lives begin on Day One. Date One. And if you’re lucky, the date ends the day you both grow old and die together. It may happen. Treat your first date that way. When you’re old, and still in love, you’ll be grateful. To my heart’s surprise, I continued dating this person, and they continued dating me. We became inseparable. The sunset was a sunrise. It was extraordinary. Everyday, I could not wait to see them. And everyday, I respected them, and respected myself, and I loved them, and loved myself. I waited many years in my love life. She was practically my first anything. Life is supposed to be a beautiful journey. I felt I just met the beautiful part, and I wanted to see where this journey would go. Saving love, and giving love, to one person, is a rare and sacred treasure. I was a virgin into my 20s. By choice. I wanted to be a virgin until I met the woman I would marry, so they may have of me what no other has ever had. I did this not from religion, but from personal integrity. I did this because I wanted a strong marriage one day, something my abusive parents did not have. I did this for the love-of-my-life who I hadn’t met yet, but knew one day I would. My wife would be my equal, I would be their equal, and it was my desire to make love to only one woman until death. To me, love has true integrity. This person, Catie Wilkins, who I saw by chance, and that chance repeated itself again and again over many months until I knew it wasn’t chance, and this person who I finally built up the courage to go on a date with, after a brave question and a “yes,” became my significant other. We were together happily for several years. Our lives changed and grew. I loved Catie deeply. Catie gave me a silver ring with “Josephine” written on it. I gave Catie a custom silver ring with my own name on it. The ring I had made was so special to me, I had the crafter re-make it twice, to my exact specs, so it would be perfect for Catie. I would accept nothing less, than giving Catie perfection, if it is to be a ring on her finger. All happy relationships tend to be the same. You’re busy building a life together. We probably did what all other happy couples do. At my home, we watched dolphins swim in the canal, roamed beaches, swam, shopped at Publix, cooked meals and sometimes out in the marvelous Florida air, went on road trips, camped, saw movies, pet stingrays at the aquatic zoo, and every day kissed for hours until it transformed into an endless time. Our daily goodbye kisses probably lasted an hour. Boring to some maybe, but to me, it was always special. I took no day for granted. If you’re in love, neither should you. Every day is part of an age that passes. Seize that moment, for it will never return. Like a tree’s rings, it will be another age soon. As a tree growing productive fruit, I wanted all my ages to pass by beautifully with Catie. When Catherine Wilkins was deciding on her future, I told her she should do something meaningful in her life. As a multi-disciplinary artist, I introduced Catie to the arts, and their importance. But when Catherine started college, I noticed a change. Catherine slowly, but surely, behaved differently. She had new friends. It was almost unnoticeable at first. Catherine started spending her time with people I did not know before. My significant other now dressed differently to go out with these people I didn’t know. Why were they going to certain parts of town? She worked at the USF library, why did her workplace stories seem unprofessional? I started to ask a few basic questions. Catherine accused me of being jealous. To explain my growing apprehensive and confused behavior, Catherine told everyone else it is because I was jealous of her. That started to paint me in a bad light, another lie of hers. I wasn’t jealous, I was trying to find out if my significant other was cheating on me and hiding it. Jealousy is a common defense cheaters use. Catherine Wilkins is attractive. Ideally, we should find our significant other handsome or pretty, or pleasing to our own eyes. To me, my significant other was the perfection of a Greek vase (she’s Italian). Many others found my significant other attractive as well. That is not jealousy. I was not a jealous person. I always trusted my significant other. But when I slowly became suspicious, Catherine used jealousy as a bulwark. This confounded me. If everything was above board, I would have no reason to be jealous. It just is not a proper emotion, in my own opinion. Being jealous, in a way, is like watching over a pot of water, seeing if it will boil. It either will, or it will not, constantly watching it makes no difference. So, to me, jealously is completely useless. So when I kept hearing the word “jealous” pop up, and directed at me, it was another small sign. Because I knew the green-eyed monster was not in my own character. I had loved this person for years, I had never been jealous before, and I certainly wasn’t jealous of anything now. …Even after I finally learned Catherine cheated on me, I was never jealous. However, I was destroyed. Jealousy did not destroy me. The drawn-out lies and game of chase-the-goose destroyed me. The fact my significant other put everything I ever trusted in them, and love, up in flames, is what destroyed me. Those that have been in this situation know: Doubt, questions, and growing suspicions are very different than the emotion of jealousy. Many victims start “looking and acting jealous,” because they are confused. There is a major difference. But cheaters often know how to play this up, to reverse the negative attention. I was certainly perplexed. Experiencing reasons to believe your significant other is cheating on you (especially when they are), is not jealousy. It is sanity. While your significant other is trying to make you insane. I was seeking answers. So Catherine simply added this to her stories and lies she told to others that knew us, that I was becoming unreasonably jealous. Catherine received a lot of sympathy and pity this way. I’m sure countless others have been put through this routine before. It is another form that my significant other used to deflect, misdirect, and get attention off themselves, and even put the negative light focused onto me. It confused me even more. Catherine sometimes laughed at my questions, diminished me, and always denied me truthful answers. It turned out: Catherine Wilkins, my significant other, was gaslighting everyone. In our relationship, I always wanted the best for my significant other. I wanted that from the day we met, from the moment over incense that they stole my heart. From our first date, I wanted the best for them. That is called true love, truthful love. That is called emotional and personal maturity. If I am not the best for my significant other, then I want them to have and find the best. Love is not confining someone. Love is not trapping them. My significant other, Catherine, sadly, did not feel the same. They wanted me, and secretly wanted others — at the same time. Catherine did not want what was best for me, she just wanted what she wanted. Sadly, what Catherine wanted was *** with others without telling me. Sadly, what Catherine wanted, went beyond a single affair, which is awful enough, but she involved many people, and many dirty and dishonest activities. Catherine blinded me, gaslighted me — all to hold me down while she went out and committed adultery. As I got closer to her lies, my significant other slowly made me appear to be the bad person, to others, to protect themselves. Catherine made me doubt everything. My core was shaken. If you have been cheated on: A thousand knives go through you when you seriously contemplate it may be happening. While you feel pain, they feel sexual pleasure, and they are often able to twist their deceit into their own gain. Catherine did this frequently. Gaslighting is a common practice in cheating. The definition of “Gaslighting”: A form of psychological manipulation that seeks to sow seeds of doubt in a targeted individual or in members of a targeted group, making them question their own memory, perception, and sanity. Using persistent denial, misdirection, contradiction, and lying, it attempts to destabilize the victim and delegitimize the victim’s belief. You may find more information on Wikipedia under “Gaslighting.” In most ways on the Wikipedia page, gaslighting perfectly describes and explains the methods of Professor Catherine Wilkins. Adultery is a web of lies, and the cheater is the killer spider in the middle of it.