More On Things Now.

Speaking of the car issue again, I was also thinking of something we used to say starting in 1991. In 1991 I was robbed with a large caliber gun stuck in my back outside an adult book store in Detroit. And the police officer behind the desk at our precinct was much more concerned I was outside an adult book store than that I was almost killed. But someone, either my mother or me or both, started saying, that was just one more reason to stay out of Detroit. When I was driving, IOW. Because besides being dangerous for someone like me who is weak and vulnerable and can't own a gun, there are other things that make it a terrible place for a person who is handicapped and has special needs like me. I know they have this new thing they do. The restaurants here don't provide bathrooms for their customers. That's illegal in Michigan. A restaurant must provide a restroom. And also I was going to maybe walk to bar near my house for a drink. But I recently found out it was closed by the board of health. And like I said, before my mother died it'd be another reason to stay out of Detroit. Then around 2004, the police and others started telling me I needed to do everything in Detroit. Walk thru the dangerous streets with my neuropathic and diabetic feet and wait for buses that never came, with our terrible bus system. They even had my drug store chosen for me, until that guard was shot there. Though I am still trying to figure out how they thought I'd get to my psychiatrist in Westland since we didn't teleconference yet. Like I said, I vowed long ago I'd never let them do that to me. But now I might lose my feet. And what if I lost my hands? Because on top of everything, I don't even know what's wrong with me. It's a secret. But I know at least some of my doctors are clearly lying to me. Like when they contradict themselves or say I don't have a problem I clearly do. And now people are back to telling me I should really try taking the bus again. I'll never let that happen as I said. But now I don't know what the future holds. It is so uncertain for me now. And nothing is changing and nothing is being done.

EDIT: Also I have more to add about what happened to me in Sinai-Grace hospital July 22 to August 7. Like I've said, they didn't have my special shower seat in the entire hospital. Finally I was able to shower by grabbing onto the handicap bars. But they also didn't have soap or body wash anywhere there. Who ever heard of a hospital that doesn't provide you with soap when you shower? I had to use the rinse-less foam with water that was meant for your perineal area, whatever that even is. And a hospital would be nicer on average than group home I would think. Because Eric and his rich, lawyer brother Tom have implied they may be sending me to a group home someday. Maybe in some secret legal maneuver, Tom implies. They might just be trying to make me panic or they might be serious. But that is what would happen to me there, and I'd lose my ability to cry for help. Why is this happening to me and why are people like them just allowed to do that and get away with it like it's nothing?