Fighting Immigration And Health Stress In Thailand

My wife passed away from cancer in her 40s. My two kids were age 4 and 8 in 1997. I took care of them by myself assisted by my good neighbors and three of my late wife’s son from her first marriage. I am now 80 years old with a Filipino girlfriend age 42. Just to remind you, I am the guy who related the sad saga of my Filipino girlfriend being denied entry to Israel. She was sent home after being held in custody at Tel Aviv Airport for 9 hours in September 2025. In total, she was in transit for 40 hours. The authorities gave a written explanation that actually said nothing. The pain and anguish are still with me after 8 months as I continue my battle against the immigration authorities. The stress it brought me on caused me to ignore taking care of my own health. I will explain this in a moment. I was wrongly diagnosed with type 2 diabetes 20 years ago when I was 60. That meant 20 years of the wrong medication and a total waste of money. Peter, like many of readers in their 50s, 60s, and 70s, and maybe even like me in their 80s, we all know how much it costs to enjoy Bangkok, Chiang Mai, Phuket, and Pattaya.

Over the age of 70 and 80, the increased price of travel insurance adds an additional expense. Apart from that extra cost, I endured emotional stress when my Filipino girlfriend was denied entry into Israel. As you get older, this is something you can do well without. Like other senior citizens, I am looking for peace and quiet at my age. I want a quiet, happy life without conflict. I am sure that this is why Thailand absorbed 40 million tourists in the year before the pandemic. Both Thailand and farangs benefited. Thailand‘s economy grew in leaps and bounds as farangs flocked into the country and had a great time. It was a win win situation. I think, but I cannot remember that I did not even tell you something in my original story a few months ago. That denial of entry to Israel was her second attempt to visit me. The first was 12 days prior to that. I had previously bought her the first ticket and travel insurance. I had checked everything I needed to do before purchasing the ticket regarding entry requirements to Israel. But when inviting a guest to visit you at home in the West, who checks exit requirements from her own country?

I state categorically that the Philippines is the most corrupt country I know. Maybe I do not know enough. She too went by the book. I instructed her to check out everything required to fly to me at the Israel Embassy in Manila, at the relevant Filipino office in Manila, and on Google. She had never flown abroad before. She was a complete novice. On September 2, 2025, she arrived at Manila departure passport control with her flight ticket, travel insurance, and all her documents in hand. She was denied exit. They said she was lacking documentation. They said that her insurance was incomplete. They convinced her to buy new travel insurance. Had she been a frequent flyer, she would have sailed through with a backhander. Believe me, I know. To paraphrase a well-known movie giant, “Hello, I’m Michael Michael Caine.

I’m going to tell you something many people do not know.” But I know about Filipino corruption from past experiences after living for weeks at a time in the Philippines. During election times, vans promoting roam the streets with loud speakers blaring out how great the local candidates are. They then stop. Their lackeys and supporters get out of the vans and hand cash to the people in the streets. This is just one example of many I’ve witnessed. Did any of readers see videos of Imelda Marcos campaigning for her son to replace the then president? She was handed out fresh bills left, right, and center to the local population who had flocked around her in the streets of Manila. A great example of Asian democracy. There is another side too, not of offering bribes to Filipinos, but of ripping off for rings in the Philippines. The regular Western tourist tourist vacationing in a three or four star hotel is immune to this side of the Philippines. In that country, everybody, and I literally mean everybody, is trying to con you out of your money. This is where I say that I have never come across the behavior in Thailand. Fortunately for me, I’ve always been met with honesty and friendship in Thailand. Although I know other farangs have been deceived out of their hard earned cash.

Psychology Of Thailand Relationships

I am a student in Singapore studying for a PhD in psychology. I am far from being an expert, but at least my studies have made me read through some of the greatest works in history. These stories have given me plenty of research material, which has mainly confirmed my disturbing conclusions. I suspect the ideas expressed will not be very popular with readers. I will try and keep things short and simple to help non-native English speakers. The first thing I have learned concerns why men choose the type of women they do. You may think it is all about physical attraction, but it goes much deeper than this into patterns formed in childhood. We are attracted more than anything else to familiar women, which is the type of women we were around at a young age. This could be your mother, a sister, a carer, or a babysitter, even a teacher. What is more, it is more about what a woman feels like more than what she looks like. If we were brought up by a a who was never there for us, and any love or affection was conditional on our behavior, the kind of women we’re attracted to will often have the same characteristics. Distant, moody, selfish, detached.

What we think of as love is actually anxiety. We never know where we stand. We worry if 3 days go by without a text message. Men brought up by women with anger issues, drama queens, and intense and emotional fluctuations are very likely to be attracted to bar girls, many of whom display the same chaotic chaotic behavior. This is complicated by the desire of many men to save the women. It may seem noble to act as the white knight, but many psychologists see this as a dangerous behavior, which leads to getting taken to the cleaners for sick buffaloes and much more. Men exhibiting this rescuer mentality are obsessed with taking care of her problems and pandering to her every need and vulnerability. These men want to feel needed rather than wanted, as it means they do not need to confront their own problems. If they really felt they wanted, it would require responsibility they are scared to take of. Of course, many also fool themselves into thinking they are loved, which does nothing but lull them into a sense of false security. The process of falling in love is interesting in its own right. Thanks to MRI scans, the brain pattern of a man in love is similar to that of cocaine addicts.

In other words, highly overstimulated and restless. However, this only shows us a result, and not the cause. Freud and others all came to similar conclusions. Take the example of the man who, after meeting a girl, feels, after just a few days, that he has known her for years, and that she is a soulmate he has been looking for. Kant, in particular, had his own theory for this very common occurrence. The man is not falling in love with a woman, but falling in love with himself. Deep down in the subconscious mind our emotion is we have suppressed and are not even aware of ourselves. To feel like a complete person, we need to make the subconscious a conscious part of us, but this requires extreme insight and courage that most men are incapable of. So, what happens is that we project a fantasy image into the girl we have just met and believe she fulfills all our requirements. Fantasy Fantasy does not last very long. Reality takes its place. In a desperate attempt to preserve the fantasy, some men are prepared to pander to every desire of the object of their love, even if it means falling into debt.

It is addiction, not love, based on the anxiety of losing what he has already invested so much in. When the correct decision is to walk away. I should finish with concrete examples of three famous car crash marriages. Scott Fitzgerald was one of the greatest 20th century authors who wrote wrote about idyllic love. Yet, the woman he married, Zelda Sayre, was a nutter with extreme mood swings and mental health problems. Even his own friends warned him about her, but he went ahead anyway. It turned him into an alcoholic and he died young. Marilyn Monroe’s first husband was a literary figure called James Dougherty. He recognized her vulnerability and thought he could rescue her, but the marriage only lasted four years. The final example is Johnny Depp and Amber Heard. Amber Heard had a diagnosis of borderline personality disorder, one of the biggest red flags there is. We all know what happened to them. I could say a lot more, but it would make even more unpleasant reading.

Khun And The Phuket Trip

A month ago, I met Khun in a beer bar in Nana. She came home with me and it was an almost magical night. My first stop on a month-long trip through Indochina was Bangkok. The next day it was time to move on and say goodbye to Khun. It was a down-to-earth farewell, no promises, no sweet nothings, but Khun had certainly touched my heart. I find her truly special, honest, and a good person. Her story was not unusual from Isaan, a child at home looking after her family and working in the beer bar with a niece. She showed me photos and everything added up. I paid in advance, too, and she simply saved the whole night. I was sorry that I did not know of any way to help her in a meaningful way. We thanked each other via WhatsApp for the lovely time and that was that. After about six days, I received a WhatsApp message. “Good morning, my love. In many stories, farangs are reeled in through the following steps. I love you. I’m looking after my sick mother. ” A photo is sent and then comes a request for money.

Or contact is maintained via app messages in the hope of meeting up again on the return. She apparently followed this pattern. I wrote that I was in Laos. She replied immediately immediately saying that she was also in Laos to look after her sick grandmother, exactly by the book. I then decided to reply as she would expect and wrote that I think Laos is a wonderful, beautiful country, which is true, by the way. I can recommend everyone visit. As Khun herself was half Lao, she was naturally delighted to hear this. The next thing that happened was, of course, exchanging photos. Sure enough, the first photo of her was not long in coming. I sent a photo of myself back, and sure enough, there was the reply, “Handsome man. ” It went on like that for about 3 weeks with a message every day. I was a bit disappointed because after our first meeting in Bangkok and that magical night together, I genuinely thought she was special. Now, it turned out she was just trying to reel me in. On the other hand, I could not really blame her, either. She does not know any better when it comes to communicating with farangs, partly because all her colleagues in the beer bar do it that way. She does what she has to do to survive in the tough world of beer bars. Slowly, an idea began to form in my head. After our first meeting, I really regretted not knowing how I could help her get ahead in a meaningful way, either within or outside the beer bar scene.

I started Googling and consulting in ChatGPT. Daily earnings in the beer bar are around 300 baht a day. She gets around 60 baht per lady drink, with the rest coming through short time or long time. As I read on ChatGPT, I thought I knew something. Kun is 29 years old. She will be able to keep working in the beer bar for another 5 years at most. After that, she will be overtaken by younger girls. Who knows? Perhaps she, like many others, is hoping for a knight in shining armor from Europe or Australia to take her away. I could also tell Kun how to plan her own future in a systematic way, and that this is more fulfilling than living from day to day. Set a goal not too far in the future, say four years, and work towards it step by step. If she is hoping for a relationship with a foreigner, I can tell her what to look out for. Many foreigners have to work hard to appear rich for two or three weeks longer in Nana. In real life, they are not. In Europe, the girls face the same problems described for pensioners in Europe who decide to live in Thailand. Social isolation, boredom, no friends, and so on. The man is at work all day while the woman stays home alone. Without qualifications, the best you can hope for is a job as a cleaner, or they end up in the well-known sauna club circuit.

Nine out of 10 marriages to a foreign partner end in divorce. That does not mean you should not consider it. In 10% of cases, it does work out, but you do need to be careful, and above all, ask the right questions and make a clear agreements in advance. How much money will be sent to the family? That he pays for a driving license and provides a car because fellow countrymen do not just live around the corner. You will probably have to drive them or go to the temple. How often each year you can go back to visit your family? If there is a significant age different, it is also important to discuss openly what you both expect. A woman from Taiwan once told me that Asian women like to have older men because he is more stable. That may well be true, but with too large an age gap, there is a good chance the woman will eventually end up looking after you in your old age. That is fine, but you do need to know what you are getting into beforehand. As I was on holiday, I would have loved to take her with me, which was also true. She wrote back saying she thought it was a shame, too, and then I suggested we go to Phuket together for a few days as soon as I was back in Bangkok. I thought that was a good idea so I could have a quiet chat with her, and besides, I had never been there before. She thought it was a brilliant idea and sent me her ID so I could book. I did have one condition. I told her I wanted to take her because I wanted to get to know her better and because I thought she was a good person. Of course, I will pay the bar fine and make sure you do not lose out financially by coming along for those 5 days.

But, it is not work. I’m not a client. I am not paying for your company, if you know what I mean. I also said because in the bar, you always have to do what the customer wants, we will turn it around in Phuket. We will do what you want. It is your holiday. I do not know if she fully understood all of this, but she wrote back saying she was fine with it and that she could take time off. Her ID card confirmed that everything she had told me earlier was true. Age, place of birth, name, and so on, all correct. That really put me at ease. She is genuinely honest. The evening before we left, she came to my hotel. We had a bite to eat and a chat. I said, “We have already been at our most private, so we have got nothing to hide. I want to get to know you better. I hope we will be honest with each other when we ask questions. Of course, you can say you do not want to answer. The same goes for me.”

I started by telling her something about myself and then asked if she would like to say something, too. She told me about her childhood, showed me photos, and explained how she had ended up in Bangkok. She told me what she earned and that she was roughly in line with what I had read online earlier. After a bit of private time, we went to bed as we had to get up early and off we went. It was a second time she had flown, so it was not entirely new to her. What was new, though, was the Coral Business Lounge with complimentary chair massages. Communicating with each other was more complicated than I had thought. During our first meeting in Bangkok, our communication had mainly been physical. During my travels, we had mainly communicated via WhatsApp. Now, we really had to talk. That was very different because her English and my Thai are very limited. So, we used the translation app a lot. That is very tiring now. I understand why, for example, you often see foreign men walking hand in hand with a Thai holiday partner. You do not see Thais doing that amongst themselves, but a Thai farang couple can barely speak to each other other and so communicate through gestures, holding hands, touching each other, feeding each other in a restaurant, that sort of thing. I always thought that looked a bit childish. But, it is either that or sitting silently next to each other because you cannot talk. I found this way of communicating very tiring, especially for a few days.

Jack And The Phuket Spirit Story

A couple of years ago, I submitted a story that received a lot of criticism from viewers, but that’s okay. Sometimes criticism is another form of learning from our past mistakes. Today, I want to share a story about someone I was deeply in love with in Phuket. What I’m about to say may may sound unbelievable, like something out of a movie. Honestly, I didn’t believe it myself at first, even while experiencing it. But I saw these things with my own eyes, and maybe someone out there has gone through something similar. Before I begin, I want to make it clear that I have a deep respect for Buddhism, Thai culture, and its beliefs. I admire the peace discipline behind it. To many outsiders discovering it for the first time, it can feel beautiful and profound. But what if there is also a darker side that few people talk about? Years ago, someone told me about a sacred Buddhist tattoo on women’s backs, tattoos believed to carry spiritual power. According to what I was told, some people believe these blessings can bring fortune, protection, money, and success, but only if the person follows strict rules, offerings, diets, and spiritual practices. If those rules are broken, the consequences can supposedly become severe. Many Thai people understand the meanings behind these tattoos far deep more deeply than foreigners do.

A few years ago, I met a bar girl in Phuket, and I completely fell for her. She was young, beautiful, funny, affectionate, and incredibly charming. The more time I spent with her, the more attached I became. We eventually entered into a relationship. She had no visible tattoos at first, everything seemed normal. But over time, I started noticing strange things about her. Sometimes her personality would suddenly feel different. I brushed it off as mood swings, emotions, or just normal relationship behavior. But then I began noticing changes in her face. At first, one day she would look at one way, the next slightly different. At At first, I blamed makeup, lighting, or my imagination. Anyone who has spent time in Thailand knows how transformative makeup can be. But then things became harder to explain. One night, we were being intimate in the room.

The room was very dark with a slight slight shine from outside. After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see her in black and white. She was on top of me, and suddenly I felt like I was with a different person. She moved differently, sounded different, and even felt different. She looked like a completely different woman. I remember freezing for a second because something felt deeply wrong. I assumed it was the darkness and the drinks we had earlier that night. I thought maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. After a while, I changed positions and saw her face more clearly again. Suddenly, everything felt normal. She looked like the woman I knew and loved. I never mentioned it to her, but the experience stayed in the back of my mind. A few days later, we were walking through the mall near Patong Beach, holding hands and shopping. I turned to say something to her, and for a brief moment, her face looked completely different again.

Not like the woman from the other night in our room, but like an entirely different person. I even mentioned it to her. She laughed, brushed it off, and quickly changed the subject. Moments later, she looked normal again. I ignored it. Months later, during one of our arguments, it happened again, but this time it terrified me. Her face changed into something ugly and aggressive. Not feminine at all, but almost like an angry, overweight man staring at me with rage. Before anyone jumps to conclusion, she is 100% a woman and not a lady boy. But, this face was masculine and full of rage. I left the room to calm down, but I could not shake what I had just seen. When I returned, we apologized, ate together, and everything went back to normal. Then came the moment that changed everything. One night, I was holding her in my lap while sitting on the bed.

I used to call her my baby chick. As I held her against my chest, her face suddenly changed again, but this time into someone incredibly innocent and sweet-looking. It was another woman’s face entirely, soft and gentle. I pulled her slightly away from me and asked what was happening. She immediately noticed my reaction and asked what was wrong. I finally told her everything. I said, “She might think I was crazy, but I kept seeing different faces when I looked at her.” Instead of denying it, she became serious. She held my hand and said, “Look, I’ll tell you something, but you cannot freak out or think any less of me.” Then she told me what I was seeing was real. According to her, multiple spirits or Buddhists lived inside her just as they had her grandmother. She said her grandmother believed she had been chosen since birth and that these spiritual entities protected her, guided her, and provided for her. She claimed she sometimes had no control over what happened and would later realize she had done things she could not fully remember. Almost as if she had been possessed.

She insisted these spirits were not evil, but powerful protectors. I did not know what to believe, but there was one face I saw three separate times that truly terrified me. It had a huge unnatural smile, wild eyes, an expression filled with cruel cruelty and mockery. Every time I saw that face, I felt pure fear in my chest, like it wanted to hurt me in ways I cannot explain. I’m not proud of how I reacted during those moments. I panicked. My instinct was simply to get away from her and break whatever thought I was seeing. I kept telling myself, “I want to talk to you, not whoever that is. ” After a few moments, her face would slowly return to normal and she would become the person I knew again. To this day, I still do not know whether what I experienced was psychological, spiritual, or simply my mind trying to process something I could not understand. I never told my family or friends because I knew they would laugh at me or think I was insane. I researched online for months Buddhism, possession stories, spiritual beliefs, psychology, and even AI discussions trying to find someone who had experienced something similar, but I found almost nothing. People may roast me, mock me, or say I’m crazy, and that’s okay, but this is my story and I know what I experienced. My name is Jack.