Ahhhh. The wealth of information, the poor backstory, the lies, and the emotional manipulation:
Ladies and gentlemen, it's taken a few years, but I finally present to you; 'Dr' J.

How's it going 'Dr' J? Nice story there. I'm glad my post finally caught your attention.
I didn't have the time to fully read all the way through your trademark long-as-hell message, but I'm kind of glad to know you're still alive.
So how's things? How's the curriculum? Is 'your' 'school' still ruining peoples lives? Ah well. I don't care. I'm genuinely surprised it lasted this long. Well done!

So, a catch up, R[edited]; You might be happy to know that I went to work for a truly professional school after that unpleasant experience. I had a great time, and they even paid me a full wage! Amazing. It was a dream that lasted for 18 months. It was the best kind of therapy too, as I made a lot of friends, had a lot of fun, and I even stay in touch with my students to this very day. In a way it's a lot like the perfect life in China you described, which is kind of funny.

I'm now living in Europe and working as a computer programmer. I'm sure you'll be glad to know that I'm doing very well for myself. I'm not bothered by that stunt you call a school, but it was harsh life lesson, one that and I'll always keep retelling to others. After all, it's only fair to give those poor souls a chance.

Also, as you may not be able to tell - I'm not hiding who I am. The email posted is genuine. How else will I get a kick out of the reading about those insane things you get up to? Your ex-teachers always tell the best stories. I may even write a book about it. In any case, I'm always happy to pass my experience, and you're welcome to send me another long-ass message if you like. I probably won't read it.

Anyway, R[edited]. I don't want to ramble, so let me wrap this up. Maybe your Dad beat the living sh*t out of you as a kid. Maybe there is some thing really very wrong with you. Maybe your reality stems from a desperate choice between living a fantasy, or facing up to a massive back-log of bitter failures, poor-life choices, irresponsibility, immaturity, and ill regret. Who knows? I don't know. One thing is for sure, you're way beyond any professional help. Metaphorically speaking, A drainpipe can't run from it's own filth, and that's why I feel bad for you.

Good luck.