Handicapped Permit.

I was also thinking recently, with the danger of slips on the ice that I have had to deal with for the past couple of years due to the mobility issues caused by all the damage that was done to me, maybe I should have a handicap permit for my car. Eric is out of my life now, because I complained. So I don't know who I'd get that from or who would help me. Like I've said, issues with the car have been difficult since I have been dealing with Eric for the past 15 years. He never planned on being my chauffeur like Dr. Chang and the Detroit police planned. And he was hard to rely in cases of flat tires and things like that too. And now with him gone too, I don't know how I'd get a car with all the special features I may some day need. Because like I said, I am not ever taking the bus or living in a group. Not now or ever, I flatly refuse to both of those. But on the other hand, if I slipped on the ice and broke a leg or my hip, I might not be able to drive for a couple of months. And then I might need a chauffeur for brief time. And who would that be? And how would I do the shopping and day-to-day things? How would I get to my doctors? And speaking of needs, I have a lot of special needs that come from my Cerebral Palsy, and whatever else I have. My number one and two needs are getting critical, especially after years of them being undiagnosed. The walls of my bladder are getting thin and papery and it might burst some day. And my gastroenterologist says that incomplete cleaning there could lead to infection. I can never get myself clean, I never could. Not even after several wipes and baby wipes. Like I was telling his office recently, someone should have instructed me about all of that long ago. And she was only evasive and nontalkative as I tried to get her to help me with that. Treatment for all of those things should have begun many years ago as I said. I expect to have a good quality of life from now on, to have all my needs met now, including those for all those years of hidden damage. And I define good quality of life as being a life living free in a private home, driving always. And it just seems to me after years of abuse, harassment and neglect by Eric, the police and others that they have some responsibility of all of that. Even if they didn't know all of what was going on, they knew what they were doing was illegal and wrong. And that is all that has to be proven. I am going to spend the rest of my life exposing all of them and all that they did to me if nothing else. Always repeating those three things, which there is a clear record of all. Even long after it supposedly has been resolved or is over. Although it will never be over with me. And I will be living with the permanent damage they did to me for the rest of my life too.