So Where Things Stand.

I'm kind of very confused now, by something legally actually. I need someone to take care of me now. I always agreed that was the case. That was the whole reason the trust was set up in 1997, and I never denied that. But now I have no one, no one at all. Eric dumped me for good September 15. After 15 years of abusing me, he says he's done hearing me complain. And my words of protest forever destroyed my life when I did that. I'm supposed to believe that for the rest of my life. My words that I was being exploited by the law, harmed, lied to, that I have been damaged, that my kidneys may be failing according to one of my doctors, ETC. Those words had absolutely no effect. Which is one of the reason why I wonder if my postings online are even leaving my house. Because I know when people say things like that, they normally would have an effect. A big effect in fact, an immediate effect, a strong effect. But not for me, and never. And the law sides with him in all of that, but rejects me and all my claim. Which is another reason why I just can't believe that could be true or again that people could be hearing that and react that way. But now I have things that need to be done. I really am confused by the fact no one is replacing my washing machine. I have to go out now at all hours of the day and night, and it's a bother and really isn't safe where I live either. Plus I already said how I think my washing machine was broken, so I won't repeat it. Why isn't anything being done about all of that, all that I just said? The secret 15 year, or 30 year I guess, guardianship, which I obviously am still under, obviously exists. And I am still under it. So who is my guardian now? Who is taking care of me? Who will pay my bills? Why is nothing being done about washing machine? I told everyone early on what I want. I want arrests made now. That's not melodramatic, that actually makes a lot of sense I think for anyone who has been following this. But nothing like that, nothing at all, is being done. Not that I'd know. But since things are only going better for my exploiters, all of them, and things are going worse for me, that's obviously the case.

And like I said, my doctors are still lying to me. They must be lying because they are contradicting each other. They sometimes contradict themselves. So they must be lying. Someone told me I should just get all new doctors. First of all, that's ridiculous. I have such a hard time getting things done, especially now that I am older. And that would be a monumental and impossible task for anyone, to replace all their doctors, all of them. Plus my doctors are actually all very good and very qualified. That's why they were chosen for me. They all have their licenses still and they aren't in trouble with the law. And all of them all of them, couldn't be acting illegally and unethically in some way. So whatever they are doing, it must be all right with the state of Michigan. What would be the point in replacing them? Especially all of them? It's ridiculous for all those reasons. Besides I'd have to know what's going on before I'd even consider something extreme like that. Plus every new doctor or clinic I go, literally everyone. Yes, everyone. Seems already to be part of this. Yes, yes. Yes they do. So what would be the point is getting all new doctors. Like I said, someone would have to first explain that all to me. But like I said, the veil of secrecy has to be dropped. And right now I need a new washing machine, immediately. And plus Wayne County Probate Court and all the rest of the people in my life will have to somehow regain my trust. But of course, they'll never have that. After what they did to me, after the way they violated their own rules, the rules of justice and the law. Really, really no one should trust them, knowing all of this. And I guess I have a tendency to get melodramatic, again, but I think not in this case. Melodramatic when I keep mentioning that Shakespeare quote about judges who steal themselves. Judges who steal themselves for really all of this, all the ways justice was perverted in my life. The car, the harassment, the false accusations (which Oakwood Hospital threatened me with as early as 1992), the car, the unequal treatment. Almost like what I thought when I first saw that ironic No Doubt video It's My Life, and why I thought it was no accident when I saw it. Right in 2004 when all this new nonsense with false accusations, the car and horrible new levels of legal harassment began in my life.

Also I have to repeat, things with the car issue are much, much different than they were in 2005 when that all began. And even more so after September 15. I knew in 2004 how catastrophic and horrible losing my car now. And now it is even more frightening than that, after July 22. And I know how I'd be threatened, neglected and unable to cry for help if I didn't have a car now. And like I've said, my recent former psychiatrist Dr. Keon Chang told me in 2011 that if he took away my car for no reason, that'd be okay. Because he said, Eric would just be my chauffeur. Eric who wouldn't help me in an emergency, Eric who avoids Detroit, Eric who never really helped me to the degree he was supposed to. But okay, if that's what Wayne County Probate Court and the police believed. But, Wayne County Probate Court and the Detroit, Dearborn and Oakland County police, after September 15 Eric is gone, gone for good he tells me. So if you took my car now, who would be my chauffeur? Think about that. What if I got hospitalized again. I have diabetic wounds that are healing all over my legs and feet already, and I'm not getting younger. Really it is just a matter of time before I am. Who would take care of my cat? And watch my house? Because no, I can't just manage when people leave me in situations like that and then just move on with their lives.

So anyways, some of the above may have been repeated. But that is where things stand now. And it is very bleak and terrible, and frightening. Frightening for anyone, if people are even reading what is happening to me now as I've said.