To Repeat, Again.

And so to repeat for the millionth time. (I don't mean to repeat. But I have to now. My understanding is that new people have begun following my story now online. And I want them to know all of it, from beginning to end. All the horrible things all those people did to me, that almost ended in tragedy more than once. Like they cared though, it seems.) But to repeat. I expect to have a good quality of existence for the rest of my life now. I am an old man now, or becoming one. I will need special care with my Cerebral Palsy, and whatever else I have. And no, being a helpless old man abused and neglected like that is not funny. All complicated by all those years of unknown damage. Damage now that can never be undone, my doctors tell me. And will follow an inevitable course now too, they also say. I expect a good quality of existence, and I expect all those people who are responsible for doing all those things to me for years, doing it unchecked and unknown by the public, to pay for it all, and to see to it too. And I want all the abuse to end. To end, whatever it's reasons are. It was deliberate, some of it might have been the usual practices of the mental health system. But I don't care, in any event. I want it to end, or I will report it and expose it if it continues in any way now. They are going to pay for it all, I'll see to it in whatever way I can, whether my case exists or not, or whether we're still saying I imagined all the abuse, because it all had a logical explanation, the harmless things they said and did. Because my 2011 therapist said it did actually all happen much that way. At Oakwood Hospital, and he hinted at something going on in my high school for some reason too. And I define a good quality of life as living alone at home in a nice private residence with my cat. Independent, healthy, whole and free. And driving always, always, always. The police, and Eric and whoever else was involved in that car stupidity, are going to see to that last one. I'll see to it that they do, if I have to fight for it for the rest of my life. Fight for it for the rest of my life, instead of just resting and finally having some quality of life sadly. After they are the ones who got me to that point. We'll see what they law says. I just know sovereign immunity might protect the police and courts unless they act outside of what the law says. But I don't about a case that wink, wink doesn't exist. I never heard of that one before. Most of my doctors say it does exist. But one of them also says I have to start filing endless petitions with free legal aid societies. Only to be ignored most of the time. And then have them get back with me and tell me again, that my case doesn't exist. Is he serious? Or that a sick joke? Or maybe just a red herring of some kind, I don't know sometimes.

We're also going to look into who else was hurt this way in Michigan, and elsewhere. With families exploiting their family members with secret guardianship programs that they quietly initiated into. And then secretly harmed. My harm was eventually revealed to me. But what if it wasn't? And is there a case where a mentally ill or handicapped person had serious harm and the beginning of internal damage to his body like I did, but they just continued to lie? Until, what? They died? They were crippled, blinded or maimed? Made a vegetable? No, no we're looking into all of that. And all those people who did all of that to me, I still remember who they are. Many may still work as officers for the Detroit and Dearborn police force. Look into all of that and have all of those people held accountable. Or at least exposed, so people know what they've done. And they don't just move on like the police were going to do with me after they left me the way I was, and without a car too.