Looking for others from same "mk ultra" cohort

Hola. I am trying to connect with others from the same cohort. Some guy that was doing the basic math on MK trials from the leftover documents available said that they were running several thousand people through each sub-trial/cohort, so it's a bit of a needle in a haystack kind of thing.

Here are snips of my story (copied and pasted from other threads I've left them in). If they match some of yours, send a message if you please:


I grew up with people actively involved in human experimentation and DoD research. They didn't even hide it except when it suited them to. The dinner conversation was like no other family dinner conversation on earth - that I can promise. I would sit there munching food while listening to the day's atrocities mundanely or excitedly discussed. I had a lot of really screwed up experiences myself, a lot of abuse, a lot of exploitation, etcetera especially while in their care. I never knew what to make of it, never really understood what it was about. I was lost, confused, and the only advice I had to go on up until that point was bad. One day about 2 years ago now, I got to talking about the past with one of their retired colleagues and someone I always considered a friend - and he broke down in tears and told me that they and my problem were mk ultra.

The core persons that I had the most contact with entered the CIA out of a top level university sometime around the late 60s, early 70s. Two of them in particular kept their affiliation with the university where a lot of research continued to take place - mainly in the areas of interrogation and mental manipulation through various means (drugs, radiation, visual stimulation) that I heard discussed and/or was there to catch a glimpse of. The one I fucking hate the most had significant contact with pretty much every would be but will never be president - in other words they handled the independent candidates. I have met the vast majority of would be presidents running on that ticket for the last couple of decades. I do not know anyone's rank - but based on their affiliations and academic background - they were probably on the low end of the top of the totem pole.

As for what types of MC - There was plenty of trauma based (repetitive drowning, being screamed at until I would tuck away the memories that I wasn't supposed to remember, things I don't feel comfortable going into but that match other's stories of ritual child abuse,etc), there were drugs that remind me of descriptions of how datura/angel trumpets act, there was hypnosis combined with hypnotic drugs, hypnotic regression, and suggestions galore.

I would be lied to about where and when I was. The year would be wrong (they once told me I was in 1983 but there was a show playing on the television that did not release until 1994). I was told that the neighborhood surrounding the JFK airport was actually a Connecticut suburb, and I believed them that Iwas in CT and not NY. It has taken ages and methodical dillegence to untangle even some of it.

There was this one time in particular. We were being sent to the theater regularly to go watch a movie - innocent enough, right? Except that it was a private viewing room in the back of the movie theater with no public access and the experience was nothing like an average movie goers experience.

I had this one friend that was there sometimes and one day he "wakes up" - we all woke up sometimes, no drug or suggestion is perfect all of the time - and he piles us all into a car and we just start driving and driving, taking back routes and just getting as far away as we possibly could. But I didn't realize that the drugs/suggestions would wear off while driving - and they did. And suddenly we're just driving, lost in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, and I don't remember why we're driving or what we were trying to escape. The drugs/suggestions were like that - once they wore off the entire experience we had just been through would be forgotten or seem unreal. So, we stopped in the next town, and I got on a phone and to the horror of the people I was with I called one of the people we were running from because I had forgotten who I was running from.