More Conclusions.

Like I said, I am confused by all of this. But I really don't think I am alone in this. I think others would feel the exact same way. I have been negligently damaged and harmed. I will need special help and care the rest of my life. Complicated by my preexisting Cerebral Palsy. I may lose my hands or feet. The course of my life is forever altered by Type II Diabetes. It will be shortened. And there seems to be some body changes that took place 30 years ago in 1994. When I suddenly and for the first time in my entire life gained weight. That was two years after I started that Mellaril. And I shudder to think what was going on then that no one will ever tell me. I've been damaged, I've been harmed, I've been crippled. And it was done in the worst way possible. Secretly, long before I could ever have done anything about it. And while my doctors were telling me I was never better. And you are not allowed to do that to the worst felon. But I am nothing like that. I am a very good person, I've even been in jail. That kind of treatment for me was just never justified and never necessary. There was really never any reason for it all to begin with. And usually when people do that to you, we consider them responsible. They are responsible for your upkeep and medical care, they are responsible for all the medical equipment that you'll need now that they damaged you. Equipment you'd never have needed before. But not in my case. No one feels responsible, no one is going to help and no one cares. And I keep having this wild idea that behind the scenes people care. They care about me, they agree it was wrong and a horrible injustice, they agree it was illegal and very wrong, and they're working hard to help and rescue me. But nothing like that is happening is it? Nothing like that at all. But I know I am not alone in feeling that way, I know I am not wrong to feel that way. But I seem to be the only one is this situation who feels this way, and people are actually just ignoring me. Ignoring me, not caring to help me, and not caring what ultimately happens to me. Why? Like I said, I'm a good person. I did nothing to deserve this. I did nothing like that to them. But they really don't care and no one is ever going to help me, are they? I'm not wrong to expect it I know, but it's never going to happen is it?

And then all I do is cry out for help. All I do is ask to be treated right. All I do is demand something be done. And then my life is forever destroyed when Eric leaves me. I won't be able to afford any of things I need. My expensive dental care, a new car with new special safety and handicapped accessible features, a good home, someone to help and take care of me. Especially now that I am having the beginning of mobility issues, for the reasons I just gave. Just a simple, good quality of life. That's all I wanted, and it was all and forever taken from me never to be given back September 15, 2025. My life is destroyed, my life is over. And it was because I cried for help and asked to be treated right. I am supposed to believe that and reviewing that in my mind for the rest of my life. While I live a poor quality of existence, a hard life, no quality of life. All that I deserve. And one that the people who did what was done to me above feel no responsibility for and don't want to help in the smallest, even the smallest, way. Like I said, I will always need a car. And a home. And all my independence and other things I have listed. But now they are more uncertain than they ever were before. But instead of receiving help, instead of anyone thinking they in any are responsible that they should help, even just a little like I said, I am abandoned. Abandoned to be alone for the first time ever in my life. All alone with no friends, no relatives, no one to even turn to be reassured in this horrible situation I find myself in and the horrible life that will follow.