Conclusions.

Also the point I've been trying to make for the past couple years, actually it's the point I've been trying to make since 2011, even before then. That everything in my life was fine the way it was. Fine, stable, well-balanced. With the perfect quality of life and the right balance of how I handled my affairs, and the way I spent my money. I don't have expensive tastes, I never did. I never bought expensive clothes and jewelry or even expensive food. And now I am down to buying expired food. There just was never enough money left for me. Never enough put aside, never enough to live on. I think around the time Clinton was talking about healthcare reform someone told me, there just is no parity for people with mental illness and psychiatric problems that leave you disabled in this country. But I have more than that. I have at least Cerebral Palsy, autism and probably a couple of other things. Which people now either deny or tell me to forget about. Everything was balanced and fine, until people started talking about taking away my car. Which like I said was a real and actual threat. Obviously something people in my life were seriously thinking of, no matter how I begged and explained, no matter what rational argument I made to them. My life would be destroyed if that happened, and yet it continued. For at least ten years by my present estimate. And it was nice when I had someone to help me clean. Not spy on me, like they said, clean. I told them when they told me that, it's not that I have something to hide, it's just the main focus of that person should be to clean, not do that. And help me out in other ways. And living at my present location worked best. It's a nice big house, all my stuff is already in here, everything is where I know it is. I have no plans of getting rid of it, and I'm not a hoarder. It's just important and part of my life. And it worked out well with my neighborhood friend and the other guy who moved in near me. In that house that was shot at a few years back. I don't know how I'd deal with certain situations without them. And the neighborhood would be a lot more dangerous if they weren't here. But now they tell me they are angry with me and it sounds like they are planning on leaving.

And now there is a real danger the police and others could get their wish, that I lose my car. And lose all my mobility and independence and safety too. And ability to tell the world what I am going thru too I found out last Summer at the hospital. If I end up in a group home, which I utterly refuse to as I've already said. And everything else in my life is falling apart and taking a turn for the worst. And people tell me it's all my fault on top of that. I was just trying to live my life, and as people have been telling me all my life I was being selfish and asking for too much.