More Thoughts.

Another thing about the car issue. My previous therapist said that a lot of people in Detroit live without a car. But I am not other or most people for several very important reasons. Even in 2005 I knew my life was built around a car and I could never live without it. I am a weak, handicapped older man with Cerebral Palsy and I can't legally own a gun. And I really know no other way to live. Plus I may some day need a car with special handicapped features. The police and Wayne County Probate Court were secretly damaging me with those dangerous levels of Olanzapine that there was never a reason for me to take. And now it is much too late for me to do something about it. And when it was happening they were having my doctors tell me I was the picture of health. And now I am damaged, helpless and alone. With no friends and no family. And I was counting on Eric to provide me with any special kind of car I needed. But he told me he was sick of me and was walking away and just leaving me in this horrible situation and this horrible condition. It just seems to me that some, at the least the people who were damaging me in that horrible underhanded way, owe me a car always and one with special features if I need if. People tell me I have no case because the law only protects my abusers which I find hard to believe. But surely those people have a moral obligation to help me if not a legal one due to all the harm and damage they did me, and how I am left helpless and alone now with no one who cares.

As I said, my situation with the car is very different than others. And even by 2005 I could envision no other way of living. Wayne County Probate Court and the Detroit police permanently damaged and gave me Type II Diabetes too, that will probably give me a lot of health problems especially now that I am older. And they endangered me by telling my neighbors two, terrible untrue things about me. And within the past couple of years, and now past couple of weeks, the symptoms of my feet have changed noticeably. I was really just assuming Eric would always stay on as guardian and provide me with a special car with all the handicapped features I need if I loose my feet or worse. Or maybe the Detroit police and court should. But they don't seem to care or feel responsible either. I am a weak, handicapped, older person with a shortened lifespan who can't legally own a gun. And I think I deserve a good quality of life, even if people have told me in the past that makes me selfish. And to me a good quality of life is not being horribly neglect in a group home where I am locked away and unable to cry for help, or whatever Detroit police and the court are now secretly planning. My definition of a good quality of life is living alone independently, with an animal or two. Always with a car to secure my health, safety and consent. Always with the things I have now and have always just taken for granted.

But now all those things are impossible or at least greatly endangered.