More On Where Things Are Now.

I just texted the man who will possibly be my new therapist. And I asked him a good question. Who is going to be responsible for paying for my very expensive lifelong care. Especially now that Eric wants to leave for good. I'll need expensive care, special equipment, things for special accessibility. Especially if things get worse for me. Which as I've said already they may be doing. Who will pay for all of that? Usually it's the person who damaged you horribly that has to. In other words Wayne County Probate Court and the Detroit police with their insistence that I be medicated like this, starting 1992. And then forbidding my doctors to tell the damage that was being done. Like they are doing now with my doctors' new silence. Which some of them have made clear is sudden and coerced. Wayne County Probate Court and the Detroit police should have a legal obligation to provide for me for the rest of my now difficult life ahead. Or if not a legal one a moral one I would think. This is not like taking away the car despite I was a good driver. They said I'd manage. I cannot manage like this. Especially not now that I am all alone. I will be bringing this up from now on, who is responsible to pay for the secret and permanent damage that was done to me. And they can't just take me away again to be inpatient somewhere, like a group home against my wishes. Where I will be at the mercy of their whims, I'll lose all quality of life, and I now know I'll be horribly neglected and lose my only contact with the outside world. I know that they think if I am at least alive they've done their moral duty by me. But this isn't 1843 like in A Christmas Carol. So that just isn't true.

Like I said, I'll have to start looking into that now. That'll be hard since my case still doesn't exist. Even though about half my doctors and others admit it does. And like I said, I was hoping the abuse would finally end and I could spend the rest of my life living some quality of life. But instead I'll be doing this for the rest of my life.