More On Where Things Stand.

Another reason why I am confused by all of this, is no matter what I say my words don't seem to have any effect. They seem to be going nowhere. That is one of the reasons why I have to wonder if my correspondence isn't being intercepted. And why I have to seriously wonder and doubt that one time my words had an effect, it was to make Eric leave and abandon me for good after all of this. Because I say to people I am permanently damaged, for years when my doctors were withholding that information. And now I am old, damaged, already suffering from Cerebral Palsy. With no one in my life to turn to, no one to give me advice, no one even for simple emotional support. And clearly nothing is being done, no one cares. Like I said, I sometimes wistfully think and hope that people are working diligently behind my back to help me in this situation. It's all a secret from me, so that's what could be happening. But the more time goes on the more I realize there may be nothing like that going on. Because no one cares. No one cares about me or what was done to me. And I was always led to believe when people damage you like that, they don't just have a moral responsibility to make sure the needs caused by the damage they've done is dealt with, but a legal one too. Years of damage that now can never be undone. And all the emotional loss, all the happy moments of my life that were ever stolen from me. At places like St. Scholastica grade school in Detroit, Sinai-Grace hospital in 2004 and many others. All the peaceful moments the police ever took from me when all I ever wanted was a walk in the park, to drive my car, to enjoy a meal or live my life in peace. Abuse like that that started when I was a child. It seems to me they owe some financial help with all of this. Someone to help around the house would be so nice now after all. But more than that I think they owe me a good quality of life after all those years they did that and all those happy moments stolen from me. But I seem to be the only one who feels that way. And after July 22nd I now know the police are still plotting and planning something. So is Eric and his brother Tom. And I have no way of protecting myself against that because I don't even know what is going on. No one has informed me yet of anything. So how could my words have so much power in this situation when I clearly don't? All I ever wanted to live a peaceful, simple, happy life. And people always told me I couldn't even have that. And then I ask that same question now and they seem to tell me the same. But I think most people would agree with me that not only isn't that true, but people owe me something now after all these years of being abused, years of being abused and marginalized. And being just allowed to live.