More Developments.

I was just going to say. I went to the podiatrist Monday, and he said something very troubling. He said the neuropathy in my feet (and obviously in my hands, I now know) is a progressive disease. I will lose all feeling in my feet eventually he said. He claimed it may not be for a while (and he seemed like he might have been lying or at least embellishing a little as he talked). But he told me that would be inevitable. This is very serious. Eric now left me at the worst possible time. And as I have explained, it is still important that I hold onto my independence as much as possible. In a group home I'd lose all medical consent and life as I know it. And I now know I'd be neglected horribly and lose all contact with the outside world too. The point I'm trying to make is that I was damaged in the worst way possible, secretly. Not just against my wishes, because I never consented to those neuroleptic medicines starting 1992. But they were withholding the information from me of the damage it was doing about 20 years ago. Withholding while they told me I was never better physically. And my point is, someone has to pay for all of this. Pay for my quality of life, pay to make sure I maintain the life I have now, etc. And the person responsible is obviously the one who should pay. Of course, like the Detroit police, they would just say that I will manage now that I have been damaged and crippled for life. But that is why the law says no he won't, you have to pay for it. I was also thinking yesterday, people can function without feet. They usually are confined to wheelchairs then. But what about my hands, that are obviously now damaged? If I lose them ever I'd become a quadriplegic. And on top of that now is when Eric tells me he's leaving because he is sick of hearing me complain. No, now is when I really need someone in my life. Someone to turn to, to talk to. Someone to help me clean again, so I could always have them in my life like that again. Strong legal action has to be taken against all who harmed me like this and all who are responsible. And so far my case still supposedly doesn't even exist. Like I told Wayne County Probate Court in a fax Sunday, that has to change, and change now. And like I also told them, enough is enough already.

And I was also thinking recently, this is the worst possible time for me to lose my car. Not only for all the reasons I knew in 2005, not only because my neighbor were told two terrible, untrue things, not only for all the reasons given above and that I have given to-date, not only for the reasons I learned in Sinai-Grace Hospital in July and August, but now with the new development. And now that Eric has told me he has left for good. What if I got a flat now, even? And like I said, my new argument will surround the rights of the handicapped and mentally ill in Detroit to have cars in general. I've heard more than one person say that they can manage without cars in Detroit. No they can't, they are entitled to what everyone else has in the United States. And I plan on making that part of my argument too as I said, now.

But people will have to first admit my case even exists. And then I'll need legal help with lawsuits and other things like that. Immediately, and with an eye on what the future holds as I said above.