Test.

Also I get the impression that what I am going thru now, dealing with all these problems of living on my own with no family, no support, little money, that that will show something. Like a test of kind. Because in Sinai-Grace they were looking to see how I could shower with no shower stool there. In the entire hospital they didn't even have one special shower stool. And no soap either. And they wanted to see. And I was just talking to my drug store, and I have to transfer my prescriptions over to another store. Because they don't take my insurance anymore. No, no, no.

No more tests. No more tests to see how mobile I am or how I can handle my affairs. Like I've always said, if I have a little help I can get by. But the money isn't nearly enough, probably because there is no parity in this country for mental illness disability. And I have Cerebral Palsy too, and possibly autism and who knows what else. But that's not important everyone tells me. I think it is, I think it all is. No. I am no longer going to be subjected to tests. Tests of mobility, tests of how I can handle my affairs, or maybe even some sick moral test like St. Scholastica grade school and Sinai-Grace in 2004 might have been doing. That was misguided and unnecessary and just resulted in horrible abuse and almost my suicide, both. No. You all are going to leave me alone, you will let me live the rest of my life in peace. Peace and happiness. And all the people who did the horrible things to me. Horrible things to me since grade school, horrible things to me in places like Sinai-Grace, horrible things from all those other people. They are going to make sure. How? I don't know. I'm supposed to be filing endless petitions and submitting endless emails to be ignored mostly and then to be told my case doesn't exist and my imaginary friend is doing it again. No, I will not. And all of this is going to stop right now.