More On My Case.

Anyways, just to summarize. All my life, I wanted only the simplest things in life. The simplest of pleasures. Always affordable, always easy to acquire, always convenient for me to get. A walk in the park, collecting inexpensive items like sports cards, or a simple food treat. A brand of coffee I like, a little out-of-the-way diner where they serve good quality food at a good price. And then it seemed right away someone had to destroy them and take them away from me. Which I started thinking early on was no accident. It was obviously Merde plain and simple who did that those six years, 1983 to 9. Sometimes it seem to be by chance. But as time went on I started becoming suspicious, like there was clearly some planning behind it all. Obviously some human planning to it all, though it seemed unlikely. But my therapist seems to hint that I was onto something with that. It was form of systematic psychological abuse in my life. Or maybe some psychological treatment plan. I really don't know yet. But it started getting worse and worse. And more and more violent. And some of those threats were coming true, or coming close to coming true. Like the car one, and threat that I belonged put away some place where I'd be abused. Like all mental patients did, I was told. And there were many people involved. People who should never do that, people who should never be allowed to abuse their power like. Like police, and doctors and first responders. And now I am permanently damaged, my life forever shortened, and all those simple pleasures in life I could have had are now lost in the past like that.

But I don't think I am overreacting when I say it is time for accountability. Serious accountability, and serious punishment. So people know that this was happening, and so this never happens to anyone ever again.