More On Where Things Stand.

I wanted to go into a little more detail about this. Like I said, I just can't go to a group home or any place like that. Wayne County Probate Court and the Detroit police are already doing something now involving my doctors not telling me or others the harm done to my body. That would get much worse in a place like a group home. I'd lose all medical consent. And I now know I'd be threatened and neglected horribly there too with my special needs. And I know that my last cry for help, my last line to the outside world in what I say online would be lost too. Which would be no accident of course.

But I also wanted to talk more about my car. I don't want to criticize Eric again. But he obviously destroyed my washing machine and microwave. He'll deny it and he'll give the police and others a convincing story. And they'll believe it, or at least pretend too. But they were obviously vandalized. Why would a broken pipe damage my washing machine at all? And why would it destroy my microwave? My microwave turned, and probably gave off microwave radiation too, whenever I opened the door. Obviously because someone did something to severely damage it. And reason why he did it to my washing machine and microwave is obvious. He already knew he was leaving, and he knew the situation that would put me in not having a washing machine and microwave. I have to go out now late at night to do my laundry. And normally he'd be the one to replace the washing machine. But he already knew he'd be gone by now. And the law supports him doing all of this? But I am not talking about this to criticize Eric again. I actually wanted to use this topic to talk about the car. This shows again why I must always have one. I explained why a group home is never an option and must never even be considered for me. But how would I do laundry if I had no car? I know the nearest laundromat that I know of is on Greenfield and 8 Mile roads a couple of miles away. And when I do laundry, I usually and left carrying a couple of big, heavy bags. Without a car I'd be carrying big, heavy bags on the bus and walking long distances. I obviously can't do that. Just like when they were trying to take away my car 20 years ago when my father was still alive. They chose my drug store I knew even then on Schaefer Avenue near my home. But it is still a mile away. The one time I walked there, my feet were aching severely. Probably due to unknown neuropathy by then too. But I thought then, how would I even get to my psychiatrist Dr. Keon Chang? He is in Westland. The a far outlying area. I don't even know how to get out there. I didn't even plan it, I thought it was so ridiculous. Even if I took a taxi, it would take so long waiting for the taxi and just how long it takes me to get ready. And knowing, he'd be gone by the time I got there and then just stop seeing me after that. Did Wayne County Probate Court and the Detroit police take this into consideration? Even when they chose my new pharmacy like that? How would I go shopping then? With the hours I keep. And walking around at all hours of the day and night. Again, holding big shopping bags as I walked this time. That is why it is vital I always have a car.

I was hoping Eric would buy me a nice new car with the latest safety features and the latest accessibility features too. But he chose to leave now. And I don't even think they sell used cars with the latest safety and accessibility features. And I don't even know what's going on. I just know people are lying to me now telling me things are better than they are. It seems if people were held accountable and felt responsible for all the harm they did to me. Not just in the past 20 years but the abuse since I was a child. If people felt responsible then they'd help me, help me at least a little even. But no one cares, no one wants to help, I'm all alone. And I'm still in the situation where people are lying to me and I am just supposed to accept that.