More Conclusions.

And what is going on in my life now seems to involve police culture, and somehow paramedics too I found out for the first time in 2013. I didn't grow up in a family outlaws so I always thought I was on their side, and they on mine. But not so I eventually learned. They seem to view me lower than even the lowest criminal. They think it's all right to harm me, to put me away, to deny me my most basic rights and my right to access to the legal system too. And like I said, my doctors knew at least since 2011 that I had Cerebral Palsy. One of them told me it should have been obvious all my life. Eric certainly knew, and I am going to have to look into how much the police knew and took part in all of that. Like I said, there seems to be a secret system of surveillance of the mentally ill and putting them under secret guardianship. For 15 years, even though I haven't done anything wrong and am not a danger to myself. And on top of that they thought I should lose my car. In a dangerous part of the country to begin with, and in the murder capital of the world. Where I was supposed to walk and take the bus everywhere, which like I said made my feet ache when I did it around that time. Apparently due to some new problem, but my doctor never could give me the full details. Or maybe I am the only one under some secret guardianship, which makes even less sense. Legal forms should never be fake and we should always be able to trust our legal institutions. But I will never be able to do that again. I thought until a couple of years ago I was just going to live the rest of my life under the trust, living a simple life doing the things I liked doing. Until my doctors warned me there was permanent nerve to my feet and Eric was listed as my secret guardian. And now years later I am left abandoned and alone and as far as I know absolutely nothing is being done. No change has been made, and my pleas for help have been ignored too. But like I said, if I can't find peace in my final years I will at least spend it exposing all of these people, including the police. I might have some years left, so I will try to remember more. Maybe fate will help me in some way with that. Like I said, I sometimes think fate made the 8th precinct my precinct. It has the worse human rights record in the city, possibly country too. Maybe that was no accident too. So I can expose all of this, however long it takes and how ever my life ultimately concludes.