My Mental History.

And I don't know if you understand what made that last threat, that last form of abuse, taking away my car so believable and serious. As I said, at the end they were finalizing their plans. Oh, I begged and pleaded. It was pointless, it was wrong and plus I was a good driver. With good insurance, unlike most of the people in Detroit. But no one ever listened or seemed to care when I did that. But that was going to be my drug store then. Like I said, I did try walking out there. And walking all that distance made my feet ache. And finally a guard was killed there. You know, I always thought I might be killed or accosted on the way there. But that guard was killed in the parking lot, in front of the cameras even. But it was still going to be my store I was led to believe. Of course, it's gone now. How would I get my prescriptions then? Not that anyone was going to help me with that, anymore than they'd help me get out to my doctors, some of whom are way out in the outlying areas of Detroit from my home.

And like I said, the issue is still on the table. My legal guardian still thinks my insurance costs him too much. And he has never assured me the matter is dropped. No one really has. And even if they did, how could I believe them? My psychiatrist dropped the matter, then he'd bring it up again. Sometimes years later. Then he assure me the matter was dropped, it was resolved. Don't worry. But then he'd say, no I'm bringing it up again.

Like I said, there is going to be some provision that says I always have a car, and my guardian always provides for it whatever the cost. And all the people who made my life a living hell for 20 years are going to make sure I always have a car. Or make sure I am never harassed about that subject ever again. And I want policy change in Detroit and Michigan too. When people see someone who looks or acts different from them driving a car. But they are just minding their own business, and are a good drivers too, they leave them along. Yes, I know that's what the law already says. But that didn't help me those 20 years. And people with no insurance and suspended licenses don't call up the police asking to have the car of their handicapped neighbor taken away from them. And if they continue to do that they face consequences. First a warning, and then legal consequences for showing such contempt for the law like that, and then having the police go along with that.

 

I've spent my whole life being betrayed by people I was sure I could trust. I now realize because there was nothing normal about those people. They were very evil. Though they appeared to be people you'd never suspect of that. Medical workers, people of authority and people whose job it was to help others. Trust me, you can always trust me, put your faith in me I'll never betray you. Always the words they said before they really hurt me. No, no one in my life will ever have my trust again. Because they don't deserve it. And neither will that court. By now they should be entering the phase where they pretending to try to regain my trust. But they haven't even done that yet. They are still in the phase of teasing and taunting me. Boy, I can't believe that I actually even trusted them at first when I reached out to them. But now I know better. They must be very evil then. What other explanation could there be?

But I can spend the rest of my life exposing them. No one can stop me, especially now. How could they? Starting with what they did to me as a little child. That is very disgusting. Disgusting beyond compare. And when people find out they will be in a lot of trouble. At the very least their lives will never be the same again. When the people around them realize what kind of people they are that they could do that.

I'll see if I can remember more, and then submit it in my next claim to them. I'm usually good at recalling stuff. Sometimes even a song or something will help jog my memory of that time. I better get working at that.

 

Like I said, there was horrible child, elder and handicapped abuse in my neighborhood. All while the authorities were focusing on me minding my own business, doing nothing wrong with me car. I was also abused as a child. Apparently by the mental health system in Michigan, I guess. People can't tell you're ugly on the phone, people can't tell you're ugly with a Halloween mask on, I wasn't so ugly I could restore sight to the blind. I now realize someone put all those people up to that. I thought for years maybe I wasn't supposed to tell others of that. But I may never get another chance again. So now I am going to expose that court and all the people involved so the world knows and that never happens again.

And it doesn't matter if my case is ever resolved. I will expose all that and make sure all are held responsible no matter the outcome of my case. To protect others, like I said. This all could have ended tragically a long time ago if I really was driven to suicide. I was led to believe at various points in my life that there was no hope for any quality of life, or that the unbearable pain would never end. And I wonder if that was no accident. But fate always intervened with me. And I know why now. So I could expose all that I went thru and make sure everyone finds out and knows.

I guess my case might be resolved some day. By which I mean I guess that court might some day lie to me and tell me that. They haven't even begun to do that, and I really don't care. Like I keep saying, I'd never believe them if they did say that. They were damaging me for years with neuropathy and Type 2 Diabetes. And now it has spread to my hands too. Even though my doctors claim, under the direction of that court, that those illnesses and that damage to my body doesn't even exist. And now there is a real possibility I could lose my ability to drive just like all those people were trying to do to me for all those years. And nobody will care. Like I said, I'd ask them when they were doing that how I was going to get to my far-off doctors. In Plymouth, Westland, Troy, Novi, etc. And they never could give an answer to that question or seemed to care at that point.

But like I said, my case might be resolved some day. At least that's what I sometimes still think. Or maybe that it's being resolved now. I don't know why I think that. There's no change in anything. That court is still teasing and taunting me. And everything in my life is still business as usual, at least as far as I can tell. But it doesn't matter like I said. I will still spend the rest of my life fighting it, and exposing all those people and what they did to me.

 

Is perjury ever legally justified?

Google AI Overview.

No, perjury is generally not legally justified, as it is a criminal offense defined as knowingly making a false statement under oath in a legal proceeding. While some may argue for justification in specific circumstances, such as to protect an innocent person, perjury remains a serious crime that can lead to significant penalties.

Legal Definition and Consequences:

Perjury is a criminal offense:
It involves knowingly making a false statement under oath in a legal proceeding, such as a court trial or deposition.

Intent is crucial:
The prosecution must prove that the defendant intentionally lied under oath about a material fact, meaning it was relevant to the case and could influence the outcome.

Serious penalties:
Perjury can carry significant consequences, including imprisonment, fines, and a criminal record.

Ethical Considerations:

Truth is paramount:
The legal system relies on truthful information to ensure justice and fairness.

Perjury undermines the system:
Lying under oath erodes the credibility of the legal process and can lead to miscarriages of justice.

Justification is rare:
While some may argue that perjury is justified in certain circumstances, such as to protect an innocent person, this view is not widely accepted in the legal system.

In summary, perjury is a serious crime that undermines the integrity of the legal system and is not generally considered legally justified, even if there are strong ethical reasons for lying in a particular situation.

Generative AI is experimental. For legal advice, consult a professional.

 

is breach of contract ever legally justified?

Google AI Overview.

Yes, breaches of contract can be legally justified under certain circumstances, although a breach generally implies a failure to fulfill contractual obligations. Defenses to a breach of contract claim include situations where the contract was entered into under misrepresentation, duress, or was based on a mistake, or when performance became impossible due to unforeseen circumstances.

Elaboration:
A breach of contract is typically a violation of the terms agreed upon in a legally binding contract. However, there are situations where a party might be excused from fulfilling their obligations without facing legal consequences for breaching the contract.

Common Defenses to a Breach of Contract:
Misrepresentation:
If one party enters into a contract based on false or misleading information provided by the other party, the contract may be voidable, says Hunnicutt Law Group.

Duress:
If a contract was entered into under threat or coercion, the party who was forced into the agreement can argue that it was not entered into freely and is not enforceable, according to FindLaw.

Mistake:
If both parties were mistaken about a fundamental aspect of the contract at the time it was formed, the contract may be deemed unenforceable, states Nolo.

Impossibility of Performance:
If an unforeseen event or circumstance renders it impossible for one party to fulfill their obligations, they may be excused from the contract, notes the Hunnicutt Law Group.

Frustration of Purpose:
If an unforeseen event makes the purpose of the contract impossible or impractical to achieve, the contract may be terminated, according to lincolnandrowe.com.

Force Majeure Clause:
If the contract includes a force majeure clause, it may specify certain circumstances (like natural disasters) that excuse performance, says lincolnandrowe.com.

In essence, while breaching a contract is generally a violation, certain circumstances can provide a legal justification for the breach, allowing the breaching party to avoid liability, according to Hunnicutt Law Group.

Generative AI is experimental. For legal advice, consult a professional.

 

But, I'm still trying to get over the education system in the US. There's a dumbed down version of everything. And the lady who used to work for me told me people used to secretly be directed into different programs, or levels of education. And this has been going on for a long time now. That local community college I was going to has had it's present name since the early 50s. And like I said, that simplified version of that law encyclopedia was old and covered with dust, like it's been there at least that long. That may be going on in other countries. I just don't know.

I know my main problem is memorizing a lot at once. I can handle things, even sometimes complex things, in small bites. And I like repetitiveness. It makes me panic less, if that makes sense. But since junior high (that was 7th to 8th grade when I was in grade school) that's how all the courses were. Slow and repetitive. And they never had us memorize that much. Maybe a short list or short poem. Is that normal for grade school and high school? I thought at the time it was just normal.

And I thought the teachers liked my essays because essays are an art form. There was no science or logic to composition like that. But I learned in that 1998 logic class that isn't true. Even if you were to write an essay on which soda pop tasted better, it would have logic and form. And it would have to make sense. Not just go in every direction like I do sometimes when I talk. And even simple, everyday language can have a complex understructure to it. I read that opinion on a juvenile justice case by John Paul Steven's in 1998. And he was using simple, ordinary language. But when I turned the page, the logic of what he said filled up a page. Like I heard justice Stephen Breyer say once. When a Supreme Court justice talks, he's talking to two groups. The public, since school children will be quoting him for years. And the lower courts, who have to see his legal logic. And also what other cases he is referring to.

I know the subject of law seems to be written on two levels too. Complicated, for lawyers and judges. And on a simple level any ordinary person can access the legal system. For example my law dictionary says the Supreme Court said in Griswold the right to privacy is a general right to be left alone. That sounds very simple. But it also means something to lawyers and judges. It also said that the right to privacy is part of the right to the orderly pursuit of happiness. Now my law dictionary says the pursuit of happiness has never been found in the Constitution. But I think they used the words the "orderly pursuit of happiness" because they were referring to those 1923 and 25 cases.

Well, I'm not talking about law again above. I'm just showing you the complex way language can be used. And how in things like law, what the person is saying can even have more than one meaning.

 

I still am trying to figure out what's wrong with my urine. It has a strong, stale smell to it. And it's sometimes cloudy. One doctor said that I don't have an infection and that it's probably just due to the urine standing around in my bladder so long, getting stale. I still find all of that very hard to believe. I think I may have something wrong with my kidneys. I think a doctor told me few years back that I had the beginning stages of kidney failure. And now, as is often the case, my doctors are all silent and lying about that again. And lying about my physical health in general. I can't imagine anything more wrong. And I'm still trying to figure out how they could even get away with it. You're not even allowed to harm someone who is a danger to others or themselves, or someone who has been convicted of a serious crime. And I'm not even any of those things.

I know I recently found out that a court isn't allowed to commit perjury or breach of contract under any circumstances. There is no exception to that rule. And yet the people in my life continue to do it carefree and with impunity. All the while teasing and taunting me as they go along. I wonder if that is really even happening. I don't think Michigan or US law would even allow that.

It all seems very, very wrong to me. And they shouldn't be allowed to get away with it. But I guess my only line of defense is to spend the rest of my life exposing them. For a while I wasn't sure if I was allowed to. But now I know I can. And I also know now that it is very important that I do now that this has all been taken up to this serious new level.

 

My therapist brought up something interesting when we met recently. I told him I might just stop signing those fake medical consent forms. My legal guardian signs for them. He signs for all my medical procedures. He goes in the back after I arrive. I noticed that almost immediately. How stupid do they think I am? But like I told one of my doctors. If any of my doctors were to deny me medical care because I didn't sign one of their stupid fake consent forms, I would take action. I would file a patient's rights complaint immediately. Because I don't think they are allowed to deny me medical care because I don't sign their fake forms. Actually, that might be a good form of passive resistance. My case doesn't seem to be going anywhere. I wouldn't know if it were, and I sometimes think that maybe it is. But I really have no reason to believe that. And no one cares about me or my welfare. They permanently damaged me with those psychiatric drugs. Permanently damaged, something you aren't even allowed to do to a criminal. And they didn't care, they still don't care. I am still supposed to take those drugs even as we speak. That hasn't changed in any way. Anyways, the public would be a outraged as I am if they found all this out. That is why my best line of defense is exposing them. Because they obviously wouldn't get away with all that they do if the public just knew about it all.

And I think I will start exposing people for the abuse they did to me as a little child. Again, the public would be more than outraged if they knew about all of that. Making a little 11 year old boy think that people could tell he was ugly on the phone and that his ugliness was so great it could restore the sight to the blind. I am going to expose that all from now on. And it will now be part of my case. Along with the fact they deliberately drove me to thoughts of suicide. Maybe they did it just knowingly. But knowingly and deliberately are both the exact same thing. They obviously are. But fate always intervened. And now I can expose them for all they did. And, like the song says, Carpe diem. I should do it now, because I may never have the chance again.

Anyways, I think now I will move onto that court now too. How many people there were alive in the 1980s, and how many of them know something, or even took part, in the abuse of me when I was a child? I will have that all investigated now. And since my case will never be over, since I never will know when it is. I guess I will be doing this from now on.

 

I just gave myself a urinary tract infection test that I got at the dollar store. I'm pretty sure I did it right. But I don't know if I am interpreting the results correctly. But I think it might say I have a urinary tract infection. Somewhere in the small to moderate range of leukocytes. I don't know though. One of my doctors gave me a urinary tract infection test at his office and he claimed it showed nothing. My urine is sometimes cloudy. And it sometimes has a smell to it, not too strong I guess. Like it does when I eat Asparagus sometimes. I guess it must be nothing.

You know I have to trust my doctors. Not because I want to but because I have no choice.

 

And exactly how many murders and rapes were going unsolved in Detroit, while they were focusing on me minding my own business with my car? Because I know in Detroit they have a backlog of rape kits that were never even examined. And the police thought they had time to waste spending on focusing on me, my life and my car? While all this happened? To the point where they already had my drug store picked out for me? Where I might have gotten killed, like that guard? If I wasn't assaulted on the way there. Which like I said, is what I always thought would happen first when I found out that was to be my new pharmacy, once they took my car away. Took my car away, destroying my life and endangering my safety. But for what reason? And like I said, there were those two other nearby cities where they were thinking about it. For what reason they never told me. But it all seemed to start around 2004 or 5. For no reason at least I was aware of. And they were still contemplating it as late as 2013 as I said.

I think policy changes too on how they treat handicapped people. I know there are already protections in place for people like that. But they didn't help me. Not for over 20 years, it didn't.

 

So I am going to expose all those people for how they abused me as a little boy and drove me to thoughts of suicide. Because the public has the right to know that there are people like that walking among us. Especially people who you would never suspect of that. People who are supposed to help others, people who seem so nice. The public has a right to know something like that. And it does relate to my case. Because there is a clear pattern of abuse here, coupled with the fact that some people didn't care about my welfare and clearly didn't care they were driving me to thoughts of suicide. Not everyone in my life is like that, and overall I think I have had a good life. But that was clearly part of it, and it was going to just continue that way. And it was deliberate, and they were trying to keep me in a constant state of panic. For what reason I don't know. Maybe that was even the goal to keep me suicidal, I don't know. So they could always limit my rights by saying I was suicidal. Someone was always searching things like my room. And now I realize that they were telling others and that they were keeping a record of that. I always told people I never approved of that. And they never found much in my room. Just notes I wrote myself and things like that. But they were clearly taking those things and then passing them onto others. And it was just going to get worse and worse. The observing and the misuse of power over me. Get worse and continue even as I became an old man.

And, my fear of going to prison on made up or trumped up charges more or less ended in 2011. But that was still going on. That lady at that store was still doing it. My legal guardian was still searching my home and other things as late as 2021, when I was in the hospital. That would have just continued. Or they would have moved on to something worse, and more clever too. Probably until I really did hurt myself one day, though hopefully not fatally. I am going to expose that so it never happens again.

And like I said, speaking of patterns of abuse, I am going to look into who at that court was involved in that abuse of me as a little boy. Who there was alive then and would do something like that to a little child. Or maybe who had a family member then doing that. Because I think the public has the right to know. Like I said, sometimes a song or something like that can help me, or help me remember. Ever try that? But since no one else is going to change the way they are treating me and since this nonsense would just continue into my old age the way it's going, I think they leave me with no choice. And I think the public has a right to know that there are people like that in this world.

 

Yeah, those six years I was ill, Summer 1983 to Summer 1989, all I ever wanted in life were the simplest of things. That's all I wanted. The simplest of things that people take for granted. Like being around people, and just simple things like eating in a restaurant or doing some simple leisure activity. And when I became well in 1989 I was under the impression that that was going to be the case then. I don't know who told me. But that's the impression I got. That hospital did tell me that I should enjoy life now because some horrible fate awaited me in the future. So I guess that was partly it. But almost immediately people tried to destroy my happiness and deny me sometimes just the simplest things I wanted. And people started telling me they wanted to arrest me. Or that I was not welcome in their business. Like this nice German restaurant in my area. It was such a nice place to go. They specialized in German food. And some gourmet food. It was unique, and it was very affordable. We'd go there on special occasions, and sometimes other times too. Then one day I overheard the owner talking to one of her staff. She wondered when I'd be leaving. It wasn't anything I did or because I looked like a dangerous mental patient. I knew right away why she did it. She did it, knowing full well who I was, because she just didn't want me to be in her restaurant. She didn't want me to have that simple pleasure. Not even when I was quietly sitting at a booth minding my own business. So we never went there again.

And now I don't know what my future holds. My feet aren't getting better. The neuropathy has obviously spread to my hands. One doctor said that he didn't think it would get any worse. But he didn't look like he probably was telling the truth. And someone else recently pretty much told me some of the things that doctor told me during that visit were obvious lies. And then if I lost my feet or hands too I'd lose everything. Every aspect of my life I took for granted. My independence, and my very happiness too. And even if I was assured that I could have a car with special handicapped features, what if I lost both hands? What if I had a stroke or went blind? And on top of that I don't even know what is wrong with me. Because my doctors would never tell me now anyways. I do know I'd never let anyone put me in a nursing home or even a group home. There I'd lose all independence and medical consent. And I'd be totally at the mercy of whatever lie or form of abuse they were doing at the moment.

That's why I want all the secrecy to end and all my medical consent restored. But as far as I know at least, none of that is being done.

 

And BTW, I was led to believe that part of the reason my case was adjudicated in 1992 was so that I could never legally own a gun again. Not because I am prone to violence, but because they thought I might attempt suicide.

So basically, they wanted me walking around the streets of Detroit at all hours of the day and night. And in the winter, with my neuropathic feet and extreme weakness from Cerebral Palsy. Going to that drugstore where that guard was shot for my necessary prescriptions. But without the benefit of a CPL or even car, even though I did nothing wrong. Because they were concerned about me.

And they were concerned I might contemplate suicide if they started threatening or psychologically abusing me again. Maybe put me in another bizarre group therapy session again where we all were supposed to tell them our deepest darkest secrets, like in 2004. Even though I told them then that I had just attempted suicide then because of irrational fear like that. Or abuse me like that hospital did in 1988 and 9. Which my therapist told me in 2011 did really happen. I wasn't imaging the abuse, like everyone told me at the time I was.

 

I asked one of my doctors recently what is the amount of alcohol I can safely consume with neuropathy. One of their staff got back to me to say there was no safe amount of alcohol to drink. And as I told that them, that's not what that doctor told me the last time we discussed it at their office. Moderation should be safe, is what they said. And there has been no change in my medical status. Of course my doctors are lying to me about many things. So how would I know if there was? The fact is I really don't know what is going on medically with me now. It seems like perhaps not much. But I really don't know. It's all very weird. I told that medical staff member they must be talking to my legal guardian and he must be trying to ban alcohol in my life yet again. She told me they never talk to him, that never happened and he is not my legal guardian. And I told her those are all obviously lies, aren't they? Plus everyone in my life, including me, have known he is my legal guardian for some time now. Saying that at this point just doesn't make any sense. So I guess I can't trust my doctors anymore. Not even for simple advice I guess.

I also told them that I am just going to stop signing those fake consent forms. Someone told then I can't get medical service. No, I don't have to sign a fake form to get medical service. No one does. And if they deny me medical service for that reason I am taking legal action and filing a complaint against everyone, including my guardian. And I also told them if this means I am supposed to play along, I will not. I thought I made that clear early on. I am also beginning to think that not even the smallest thing is being done in my case. Maybe it has even been closed. Or maybe it was never opened. Not that I would know if it was. So to repeat, I'll have to treat it like an open case. For the rest of my life, unfortunately.

Well, today is the first of the month. And so, so is the next phase of my claim. And that is to have all the people involved, all of them, who abused me as a little handicapped boy held accoutable and exposed. My therapist said that is not a valid legal claim. I told him it was. It shows a clear pattern of abuse. And plus, why should I believe him now when he says that? I think everyone, all of them, who took part in that in any way should be held accountable and exposed. And I don't know who would disagree with that, including those people. And I will be fighting that for the rest of my life like I said. I also told him that I suspect this is just a new form of abuse. Having to file these complaints for the rest of my life. Because it would be nice if I could just relax and have a good quality of life, especially in my old age. But I never will. I will be fighting this the rest of my life. I will never know when it is over. And plus, as far as I know nothing is being done. Absolutely nothing.

 

Also a lot of my problems seem to be with the mental health system in Detroit. Like I said, when I was there the other mental patients were surprised that my parents even allowed me to drive a car. That seems to be an issue in Detroit. A form of control is what I think it is. I could be wrong. But I am having that looked into like I said. I don't know why services or any of the rules should be different in Detroit. I was also thinking that most of my problems were always in Wayne County. Detroit is in Wayne County. That hospital that abused me like that in 1988 and 9 was in Wayne County, in another city. That local hospital where the staff had us all attend a bizarre group therapy where we were supposed to tell the staff our deepest, darkest secrets was in Wayne County of course. Also, before the Summer of 1986 none of my mental health services were in Wayne County. They were all in another county. I don't know though, I went to another hospital shortly after my stay in that one in April 2004. It was in that other county, and they were acting a little weird there too. Basically trying to play upon my irrational fears. Maybe I'll go into it later. But that is what they were doing. But it wasn't as bad as what I said above.

 

I was recently telling one of my doctors. This new situation with my alcohol consumption is a good example of what I am talking about. That doctor never told me before that I must never drink alcohol ever again. And plus now I don't even have neuropathy anymore, all my doctors say. And in December they told me that my A1C was 5.4. Which is actually better that normal, if true. And now they suddenly tell me that I must abstain from all alcohol? Now they says that? Even though there is absolutely no change in my medical status? Well, there actually is a change. My medical status is getting much better. Isn't that what I am supposed to believe?

No. Alcohol use is a very important part of my life. And my question is what is a safe level I can drink. And when you ask someone for a number, zero is never the correct answer. Nor is saying no, no, no. You must never drink alcohol again. They will tell me what is the safe amount I can drink. Even if it is lower than what is considered drinking in moderation for a man. Which is not what I heard. I heard drinking in moderation with neuropathy should be safe. Or even if it is something very low. Like one drink a year. If they told me one drink a year, I might believe them and take their advice. But I want a number, a value. What is the safe amount I can drink? And until I have good reason to stop drink, and until I believe her and the rest of my doctors, I will probably not stop. Because they have harmed me in the past. I didn't even know I had Type 2 Diabetes and neuropathy for years. But they all did. And they knew I was drinking. And if it was harming me they could have said something. But they never did. So until that doctor tells me the safe amount. Meaning that I can drink, even if it's a smaller amount. Until that doctor tells me the safe amount, I will simply not take their advice. And I will assume that doctor is lying to me again. Probably because my legal guardian or someone is trying to ban alcohol in my life.

That is where things stand with that issue.

 

I was telling my therapist recently. There were a lot of weird things that happened in my life. And as you have seen whenever weird things happen, I'm usually not imagining things. Like I said, I was so ugly as a child that I could literally restore sight to the blind. I didn't imagine that, that really happened. Something clearly happened then in that local mall. I did not imagine it. And like I said, I knew even back then that no one is so ugly that they could restore sight to the blind. Someone obviously put him up to that. And I am having my therapist look into having that all investigated.

There was another incident. It happened in the Fall of 1981. My grade school class was taking a field trip to a local courthouse. And my group walked in on a criminal case being tried. An older man was on the witness stand. And after I walked in and sat down, he scanned the courtroom with his eyes. And he saw me. His expression soured and he became very angry. And he turned to the judge and said, can I say something? He obviously meant about me. You see, back then I was so ugly I made people angry. And they had to say something. How could they not? Now I wasn't the only one at that point who could tell something weird was going on. Because spectators in the court were looking around with wonder and surprise. Does he know that little boy? They were thinking. The judge, who could see what was happening, quieted him down. And said no, no. Meaning, we'll talk about the little ugly boy in private. Don't worry. I'm with you on that one. But you're being cross-examined. So you're not supposed to talk now. I'm not kidding, that's what happened. And the spectators in the court were even more surprised at this point. They could see what was happening too.

Anyways, someone obviously put him up to it. And I think the public has the right to know what he did. Did to a little handicapped boy. Resulting in thoughts of suicide by 1983. It shows a clear pattern of abuse, and I think the public has the right to know that happened. Even as far back as 1981. I think even that old man would agree with me. Or if he's no longer with us his family certainly would. Because that is terrible what he did to me, a little handicapped boy who was just trying to live his life.

And who says the abuse ended in 1981? It's still going on. Like I said, my therapist commented a lot of people in Detroit don't have cars. And he said it in a way that suggested someone said that to him. I think that matter, the matter of my car, has been resolved. But I don't know. When I first saw my therapist, he assured me, went out his way to assure me in fact, that that matter has been dropped for once and for all. And now I learn some people may be still thinking about it? As I said, that is what my former psychiatrist did. He'd drop the subject of my car. Then he'd bring up, then he'd drop it. Then he'd bring it up again. Sometimes years later. And a car is important for my life and security too. Someone told my neighbors something horrible and untrue about me. And even if that was long ago or that matter has been resolved, that will haunt me for the rest of my life. Because we don't who they told or what they said. And my pharmacist accused me of something serious, but apparently unrelated, in 2011 in a crowded store. Same thing with that. And there is a real chance I could lose my car if I lost both hands. The neuropathy has clearly spread to my right hand or thumb, maybe even both hands. Driving is important for my safety and security. But how could I drive with no feet and no hands? But like I said, no one in my life seems to care. My doctors are still saying my neuropathy doesn't even exist anymore. I was told in December my A1C was 5.4. And in the last letter that court sent to me in reply they were still taunting and teasing me.

I think at the very least all the people who harmed and abused me throughout the years should be held accountable. Or at least exposed so the world knows. And I think most people would agree with me. Including the people who abused me. Including that old man I mentioned above.

 

And I was also telling my therapist recently. There is something about the issue of a car. Not just in Detroit, but in Michigan. Possibly in the whole country. Maybe even internationally. (Is it an issue in your country?) It's a way of limiting the rights and consent of the mentally handicapped and mentally ill. That's the first thing I thought in 2004. Like I said, all the mental patients in that hospital were surprised my family even let me drive.

It's a way of limiting their rights and consent, I'm sure of it. And it's endangering their safety and quality of life too. So I'm having it looked into if possible. It's part of my case I know.

 

And there's three events in my life. That day on the playground in the 6th grade when I found out I was so ugly, when my mother died in 1996 and all that stuff that began in April, 2004. Which I guess basically started in that bizarre group therapy room.

It all started there April, 2004. Where they asked us patients to all tell them their deepest, darkest secrets. For a couple of days before, I was being treated in the ER for Acetaminophen poisoning. And that time was mostly uneventful. But then shortly after I arrived in the psyche ward, the bizarre stuff began. The first thing I did there was I explained to them. I attempted suicide because of my irrational fear, not because I had done anything. That is what I told them. But then the man assigned to my case walked into my room my first day there. And he casually asked, so what did you do? And then that bizarre group therapy session. Which I still consider the climax of the psychological abuse there. I was treated nicely otherwise there, and the accommodations were nice. But that was abuse plain and simple. Wasn't it?

I've never been the same since those three events. My life has never been the same. I don't succumb to emotion easily. But I still have never moved on. And that last one, the horrible threats of abuse in prison. Which I can safely say just about everyone in my life took part in. (Except my psychiatrist then. Who didn't take part in that. At least that I know of now.) That last one still haunts me to this day. Haunts me that happened, haunts me that people in my life would do that to me. People who I thought I could trust. And it still is taking place. Like at that local business a couple of years ago, like I said. With that owner, who I didn't even know. I never misbehaved in her store, and there was no reason why she should have known about all of that above. So why did she do it then? That was the last recent time though AFAIK.

But they are probably coming up with a new and creative form of abuse. It will have to be clever. And many people know of that all now, the abuse they put me through. So they will probably try to make it look like it is all my fault, even though I will be innocent again. Actually that might have been what they were doing with that April 2004 one. Because I really don't know what people were told, that they willingly took part in all that. But what could they have been told? When is it ever right to psychologically abuse someone by making horrible, violent threats against them like that for over twenty years? And what could that possibly accomplish? Ever or in any way, really?

 

And there's another thing about public park that I used to take a walk in when I felt down. Everyone knew my reasons for going there. And they knew my reasons for going there weren't unusual in any way, let alone wrong. I talked about that place often. Around 1993, my parents used to take me there before we went to a local restaurant then. And they'd read the newspaper in the car once we were there, while the three of us enjoyed that place. Then the caretaker started showing up there at unexpected times.I found him annoying at first. But I just ignored him. This was around 1993 too. The caretaker was an older man with gray hair. And I'd sometimes see his wife with him. He worked for the city that park was in. So then they'd know about that too, wouldn't they? I'm just saying. It was known to many people I went there. And then when I went online in 2001, especially after I got an online image hosting service, I started posting pictures of that park. And I talked about it often online, and in person with people. At least since 1993, like I said.

But then the local police started harassing me for going to those parks. They tried to stop me from having a snack in my car in winter once in one. And then when my father died, my legal guardian started hinting that he was suspicious of my going there. I didn't even know why, but that's all he said. Like I said, I was doing everything in the open and in the middle of the day there. But instead of letting me live my life in peace, people harassed me for over 20 years over that. Destroying my peace of mind. And possibly leading to my 2004 suicide attempt, and the thoughts of suicide which lasted about 7 years after that. Which could have ended tragically, like I said. I guess the reason why they didn't is so I can make sure this never happens again. That people aren't harassed when they've done nothing wrong.