Conclusions.

And the issue of physical damage has come up before. Actually in 1988 and 9 at Oakwood Hospital in Dearborn. They psychologically tortured me for over a year, all the while saying numbers are harmless. They don't mean anything. But my 2011 therapist said that those things really happened. Numbers aren't harmless, they were used deliberately and to abuse me. Strange that I didn't have support with that idea till 2011. And they did more at Oakwood Hospital in 1988 and 9. Their horrible abuse led to suicidal ideation. July 6, 1988 was the first time I thought suicide was the only viable option and started planning it and trying out ideas that night. That never happened before, they alone were responsible for it. And when I attempted suicide the night of July 16, 1989, most of the things I swallowed did no harm. Shaving lotion and tincture of iodine. But I also swallowed a large handfull of herbal iron tablets. And for the longest time after that one of my liver enzymes was a little elevated. Right away I thought due to that, because I never had that problem before then. My liver enzyme was elevated for at least several years. (But now my doctor tells me I don't have that problem anymore, it has somehow corrected itself.) Oakwood Hospital may have led to liver damage in 1989. But there was nothing I could do about it, because people told me I was imagining things. I was never abused like that before. Abused like Dr. Bazini did July 8, 1989 with that bizarre family meeting with him. Where he pretended to be part of the evil conspiracy, leading directly to my July 16th suicide attempt. I tried right away to tell people, but there was no one to listen and people claimed it was all in my mind anyways. And then Sinai-Grace hospital started a new form of abuse in April 2004. I told them I was having irrational fears I'd be arrested on made-up or trumped up charges. I never told them I broke the law though, and I was open and honest with them, telling them everything that happened when I got to their psychiatric ward. But instead of reassuring me right after I attempted suicide, they started interrogating me and telling me they viewed me with suspicion. That, and a lot of other weird stuff around me that my present therapist also hints is not my imagination, led to seven years of suicidal ideation. Which like 1989 and April 2004, and many times in my life when I was deliberately abused like this, and it wasn't just all in my mind like people would say then, could have ended tragically and almost did on a couple of occasions.

I think it's time for responsibility. Legal responsibility for all involved, for all the horrible things they did to me. The permanent damage it did do, and that I am left with, now that I am an old man. And all the other abuse and the way they flaunted it because they knew there was nothing I could do about it. Legal responsibility for all involved, no matter how much they knew. If they knew what they were doing was illegal or wrong, that's enough. And with the police, there is a record of much of what I said. Like that bizarre incident in winter of 2001, when I got the stiffest fine for blocking traffic. Blocking moving traffic at 10 PM. And then two points on my license. And what happened September 11, 2013 in Oak Park. Where an older driver was clearly at fault, but the arriving EMT's seemed to recognize me somehow, and the first thing they or one of them did was try to claim I was at fault for something I clearly wasn't. Records, and the other two talking points which I will never stop bringing up and demanding. And an answer to the question how you prosecute a crime or get monetary damages for permanent physical harm when it's all in your head. That, and who else they did this to, and did that end tragically.