More On My Case And The Abuse.

There's another form of psychological abuse that I received from the mental health system in Michigan. Starting 1990, people started denying me access to restrooms. It clearly was another clever form of abuse. I think it was. Decide for yourself. And it was another terrible threat too, I think. I've had frequent urination at least since age 9. Actually all my life with my Cerebral Palsy, a doctor was telling me recently. My urinary and bowel functions were always weird. The timing of both was weird. I noticed they were more often or less often than I thought was likely, since I was a child. And as I've said, I've always had a very weak stream. When I was a child I used to stick a wad of toilet paper up there after I went #2, obviously because of incomplete emptying of my bowels. My mother told me she often did the same thing when she was in a hurry. IOW when she didn't have time to wipe herself fully clean. A doctor noticed the wad of toilet paper during a medical proceedure in 1985. I forgot to remove it for the procedure and so I had to quickly toss it in a nearby waste basket there, which he saw. He also noticed the dry face cloth I put in my pants due to constant urine leakage. He told my mother and said I should probably see a urologist for that. Anyways, it was always vital that I had access to a restroom. People with certain medical conditions, like colitis for example, face that problem. Along with the dilemma people just don't understand and maybe even think it's funny or silly. My mother faced that problem with her colitis for about 10 years. And she often faced discrimination and harassment trying to find a bathroom while out on the road. The group that advocates for people with colitis even were trying to change the laws regarding where it was required to provide a bathroom. So people knew it was a serious matter, and a fundamental right too. I thought of that in 1990, and that is how it seems to have started. I even complained and talked about that part of it, the problem people with certain medical conditions face with access to the restrooms. And people seemed to know, and seemed to start doing for that reason I remember. And many times again, teasing and taunting me as they did. Because they thought I was mentally handicapped too.

People started in 1990 by making inappropriate comments or comments of annoyance. First they told me that they thought I was spending too much time in their bathrooms. And they told me there is a rule in their business that people are not allowed to spend too long in the restroom. Which seemed odd to me at the time, that there was such a rule. And which seemed obviously directed at me. Even though I and manager or owner of that business had never met as far as I knew. But the first place that a major incident of abuse happened was at a local Chinese restaurant. That was a restroom that was important to me. It was in the parking lot of another restaurant I frequently went to then. And as I left the other restaurant, I often still had a strong urge to use the restroom. So I'd go there, since it was often late evening and all the other places were closed. Including the first restaurant by then. I thought at the time how important that Chinese restaurant bathroom was to me, and I knew businesses didn't like you using their restrooms without buying something. So I thought maybe start eating there from time to time. So I got a meal there once. And the waitress (who I thought at the time was also the owner) was rather obnoxious with me. Going out her way to make a comment that I annoyed her or she didn't want me in her restaurant. Which I thought was odd. It almost seemed like she knew I was eating there to get permission to use her restrooms like that. Then finally one time I was there just to use the bathroom. And I heard a group of young boys slowly dance and cavort their way to the bathroom. I didn't want them in there with me. So I held my foot against the door. And so they ran and told the manager. I forget the details. But he (it was a man and a young woman this time) was rude and obnoxious. He was threatening and making wild accusations, and clearly treating me very unfairly and wrong, I remember. And so a verbal altercation occurred. The customers of the restaurant, including the boys, stood nearby watching all this. The male employee was acting silly and teasing me. At one point he jokingly picked up the phone and said "Dearborn police?" (this was a nearby suburb BTW, but not actually Dearborn this time). But the young female employee was much more serious, looking at me indignantly and with outrage. So finally I left. And I forever lost that way to use the bathroom. From then on, I'd have to wait till I got home. And not that it matters. But my doctors tell me that all of that, urine building up in my bladder and not sensing the urge to go has my bladder stretched very thin, is what my problem is. It might even burst some day, they tell me.

The next time I know of was at the a restaurant in the Warrendale neighborhood of Detroit. And that last one involved that park too, where I would often go for a walk when I felt down. Because while in that park I often had to urinate. Often badly, as I've said. It was obviously a medical problem. But it was so easy to hop the small, chain barrier to that restaurant from the park. And someone seems to have noticed that. That is what I thought when something happened there January 24, 1992. I was writing on walls then that I thought the USA was run by greedy corporations that hate Jews. I wanted to get that fact out because I thought people had the right to know. So I'd write it on bathroom walls. (Not to digress, but writing on bathroom walls was another thing in itself. I won't go into detail now. But I'll say. When I was forced to go to that hospital in Westland, MI in August 1992, they looked thru my things at one point. They said they didn't find any weapons. But they found the small felt-point pen that I used to write on walls. And the man assigned my case said he found that very alarming. A small felt-tipped pen, IOW.) Anyways I was getting more and more resistance to my writing on bathroom walls. I forget the details, but it was causing me anxiety by 1992, what people were saying and doing. And what it would mean with my frequent urination, with I lost easy access to bathrooms. So as a simple test, and to relieve my anxiety by facing it, I decided to write on the walls at that restaurant in January 1992. I walked into the restaurant. And the young, blonde female owner was standing by the restroom with a couple of other men. Some workers and maybe some man who was there to install or repair something perhaps. They were cheerful and bright and smiled at me as I walked by. Which actually put my mind at ease at that point. Then I wrote on their walls. Whatever I was writing at the time. Probably the "USA Is Runned By Greedy Corporations That Hate Jews" IIRC. Then I started to leave. And they seemed unconcerned and relaxed still, by now looking away and about to move onto something else in there. And no one was in the bathroom with me. So they couldn't have possibly known I was the one who did it, I thought at the time. But then as I left to get to my car, it happened. They cornered me. The blonde and all the men I saw around her as I went in the bathroom, they all gathered around me. She was very angry, with a sadistic, knowing look on her face. Her tone was clearly contrived, and she was acting silly. (Trust me, if you saw it too.) Saying what a horrible crime it was that I wrote on her walls, and on walls in general. Again a verbal altercation ensued. I was trying to tell them how ridiculous it all was and how wrong what they were doing was. Because I needed that bathroom at that park (I don't remember if I mentioned that though). And while I was doing this, one of the men kept saying in a nicer tone, well why don't you just stop coming here then? Or something like that. So I never went back there, never again. And last time I checked the place is closed now.

Then in 1994 I went a gay bar in Detroit. I finally had a Margarita there (I usually didn't bother to buy anything when I went there). The bartended leaned towards me and confided that the owner thinks I am guilty of writing on their bathroom walls. And then the owner came and saw me, very angry now. They both said I wrote on their bathroom wall the day before. But I told them, I didn't. Because I wasn't even there that day. They said, oh you were here. And there were numerous witnesses. And they said, there simply was no way it could have possibly been anyone but you. (To repeat, like I said. In that hospital in Dearborn in 1992 they hinted, or really basically told me, that I would be falsely accused of something some day. The occupational therapist there said she was concerned. People at the hospital said I was strutting around acting obnoxious. The way she said it, she was clearly trying to be silly and cruel about the subject of my being falsely accused of something. And they said, she finished, what is your answer then? How do you respond to all these people in this hospital who accuse you of this? I'm waiting, she said holding a pen ready to write it down. I told her basically if the people in the hospital are saying this about me, falsely accusing me IOW, and they want an answer to that, my answer is they can all go to hell. And she silently nodded, paused and then wrote it down.) Anyways. I thought if I was falsely accused of something, surely like any American, the solution would be to just defend myself. Defend myself in court in other words, if it came to that some day. Defend myself with he overwhelming evidence against it. But at that gay bar in Detroit, as if to answer that question in Summer 1994, they said that would never work. Because there'd be numerous witnesses they'd say, and there simply was no way it could have possibly been anyone but me. At that gay bar in 1994 they also brought up the bathroom threat and mental abuse. In addition to the threats and abuse of writing on the walls being an atrocity/false accusations/being mentally diabled, and all the rest, the owner kept strutting around saying "I want him, I want that man, OUTTA THE BATHROOM!" "Outta the bathroom, outta the bathroom", he kept repeating, over and over again.

Anyways, there are a lot more stories like that, involving abuse and threats with me. Often including abusing me when they knew I was handicapped, and threatening me with terrible things. Like violence, physical abuse, unbearable pain, lack of access to bathrooms ever again (which was part of that threat literally, believe it or not), false accusations of a serious crime, etc. All while teasing and taunting me and treating me like a child. But like I said, if they ever try to abuse me or threaten me again, in any way at all, I will report it immediately this time. And get as many people involved as possible too. Especially if it involves things like my medical conditions or my Cerebral Palsy or other handicaps. Like the ones above did, and like they were clearly were designed to do too. Who here agrees?