Where Things Stand Now.

Like I said, there has been abuse going on all my life. And it was planned. Why it was planned and by whom I have no idea now. But I am beginning to slowly piece it together. And since childhood it was pretty horrible, the abuse. It led to thoughts of suicide several times throughout my life. Not because I am suicidal by nature but because the threats were so horrible and there seemed no hope for a solution and no hope at all with the situation they seemed to leave me in. The car threat was one such form of abuse. It was another one of that long list of horrible threats. And it was a horrible threat. It seems to have begun around 1995 with the claim I looked too mentally disabled to some people to be driving, and that they thought my license was somehow a mistake. That is ridiculous, both of those things. Mentally and physically disabled people can drive in Michigan. They have the same rights as anyone else until the opposite is proven. And the Michigan Secretary of State knew my mental status. Everyone did. They knew all that, and they judged me fit to drive in 1989. Really that fear was very irrational, like the rest. But once again they drew upon my irrational fears. Like I said, at the same time this threat and abuse was going on there was a real plan to take away my car. Apparently by the Detroit police my therapist tells me. In addition to devastating me and destroying my life, robbing me of my independence and ability to take care of myself and my most basic needs. And it was so unfair. They knew all this. Whenever I read anything, like in handouts from the Secretary of State that talk about reasons someone could lose their license, they admit they know the devastating effect losing a car can have on someone and their life. And my situation was much different for all those other reasons. I live in Detroit and I can't legally have a CPL. I have no friends or family to take care of me. I already have problems with things like being on time other issues that make a having a car vital. Plus now my neighbors were told two horrible, untrue things about me. And now I know in addition to losing my independence without a car and in a place like a group home, I'd be horrible neglected there and lose my last cry for help to the outside world too. And I've lost the one family member and person to help me now. I'm almost 60, with the beginning of mobility issues brought on by years of unknown damage. They knew all this, the police. And with any other person they'd recognize all of this. But they view me differently. I have a lower status in their eyes, I have less importance. I obviously do or why would they have done this to me? A person with no insurance or a suspended license they would not treat this way. Even a criminal they would not treat this way. They just thought it was all right to treat me this way. For over 20 years like I said. And I now know they even knew I had neuropathy and diabetes when they had selected that new drug store for me on Schaefer Avenue in Detroit. The one that made my feet ache the one time I tried walking there.

And now I am damaged, old and alone. I have no one to help me or care for me in any way. My guardian abandons me for good, and the law supports him doing that not me. And I face the real prospects of losing my hands and feet of being incapacitated in other ways, ways my doctors aren't even allowed to tell me about now. In other words I face the possibility of not just losing what little I had and losing what I knew I faced losing above, but losing a lot more than that. And in any other situation the person who did this to you, the person who harmed you thru horrible medical damage and malpractice, would have some duties towards you. Not just moral duty, that you deal with all the situations I just mentioned and maintain your quality of life. But real legal obligations too. But I seem to be the only one who feels that way here, the only one who feels that way here now even more alone. Because Wayne County Probate Court and the police don't feel responsible for what they did to me, they don't care, and once again like with the car they think I will somehow manage on my own. I don't think I can. I don't think anyone could.

EDIT: And I might have a flat tire again. The back tire is already down to 29 PSI. That's what that often means. I did have to drive over glass again in Detroit the other day. I try to avoid Detroit. But sometimes I still have to drive thru it. If I do have a flat tire I'll have to deal with it all by myself with no one this time to help me in any way.

EDIT: But let's use this new possible flat tire one as example of what I mean when I say I'm helpless and alone and no one wants to help me. Everyone knows now that I may have a flat tire. I have texted a couple of relatives, including Eric. And a couple of others. And no one has ever bothered to respond. They are already possibly ignoring me. Everyone is. And it's already been an hour. And I will keep monitoring the situation and giving updates. Before long it will be afternoon. Then it'll be a day, then a couple. All while people ignore me and don't care and I've lost the one person who might help me in this situation, Eric. And I'm left to deal with this situation all alone. I am completely alone for the first time in my life.

But like I said, I will monitor the situation and give updates on how people are just continuing to ignore me. While I face the worst situation of my life and have to deal with this new issue too.

EDIT: Eric just texted me now:

"You’re living beyond your means. You should consider a group home. I can’t help if you don’t listen."

A couple of things about that. First of all, this the first time he ever mentioned a group home as even a possibility ever. I didn't even know he was thinking about it. Also I don't know what he means by "consider". I have no rights here, remember. I was led away in cuffs July 22 without even being asked first.

Also Eric's rich lawyer brother just texted me saying that I pushed people away with threats of legal action. As I texted him back, my life is destroyed now and I am all alone. And I am supposed to believe for the rest of my life that that was all somehow my fault? And plus as I pointed out to him, I was responding to the abuse and neglect I was receiving. None of which I may add has been addressed or dealt with in any way. The only thing that seems to be happening now is my life is getting worse and falling down around me. And like I've said, what did I do?

ANOTHER EDIT: I know I am already beginning to share too much information. But I just wanted to share this next one with you all. Eric's rich lawyer brother just texted me:

"I see nothing inaccurate about what Eric said"

I replied:

"...I don't understand what you just said. What he said about the group home? Or what he told others about me? What do you mean? I just don't understand, you're not making yourself clear. And are you and Eric planning something now? I've never harmed either of you. Why don't you both just let me live my life in peace now. That's all I ask now."

EDIT: Anyways I started this, so I guess I am obligated to complete it for accuracy's sake. Eric's rich lawyer brother just texted in reply to what I just said:

"I'm simply agreeing with the general principle that if you can’t self support then you need to consider other options - whether you can or can’t I don’t know and I can’t give any legal advice. None of this has anything to do with anyone between us three harming each other in the past - this is all current and future. Eric is among the kindest hardest working and most generous persons I have ever met"