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‘Look at this man your honor – he brutally hit his wife’.

‘Yet he stands here so innocently.’

‘Let’s set an example and punish without mercy,

crime against a woman is a crime against humanity’

Headmaster Sam Paul was sentenced to 10 years RI.


Sandra Rose walked out of court in search for her next victim.





Gyanban Thoughts - Munchausen Syndrome is an attention-seeking personality disorder ,named after a German soldier renowned for exaggerated tales, is a predominantly female disorder in which an emotionally immature person with narcissistic tendencies, low self-esteem and a fragile ego has an overwhelming need to draw attention to herself and to be the centre of attention.

In Munchausen Syndrome, this is achieved by capitalising on, exploiting, exaggerating or feigning illness or injury or personal misfortune. The opportunities for being centre of attention can be increased if feigning victimhood through alleged victimisation, isolation, exclusion or persecution is added to the equation; the Munchausen person can then depict another person (often a family member) as a victimiser or persecutor and herself as the victim. Presenting herself as a false victim is also a Munchausen trait.


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  1. Interesting 55..have heard about Munchausen syndrome..rather more about Munchausen by Proxy...

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  2. I found your post fascinating ... in relatively few words, you were able to beautifully convey the darkness of this syndrome.

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  3. ah yes- I know this syndrome well- wicked relatives come to mind-excellent.

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  4. I'm intrigued with Munchausen Syndrome. I happen to know someone who fits this perfectly. Now I know the condition has a name!

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  5. didn't knew about Munchausen syndrome.....thanks for adding a new word to my vocab.......

    this syndrome does look to be lethal...as a crime against women isn't easy to get away with......

    like the 55'er

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  6. Hmmmm... interesting! Never read about "Munchausen Syndrome" earlier, will google more about it :)

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  7. The last two sentences are contradictory which leaves the reader hanging. And I wouldn't get it, had it not been for the explanation that followed. You can shock and captivate your reader in 55 words, that's gotta say something :)

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  8. Thanks every one for your comments. Yes I found it extremely fascinating and dangerous because I realise there are a lot of such undetected cases !

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