Email I Just Sent.

I just sent that new guy who is handling my case at that new place this email:

I think I have already said this, so I am probably repeating. I tend to repeat myself anyways, especially when it seems no one is listening. I have always been that way. But to be clear, I will continue getting treatment from you and [that new place]. Dr. Chang told me just before he left that I probably just have a personality disorder, which is what I thought for about 30 years. I guess help with therapy in some ways is important. Or help with who to turn to, especially now that Eric told me he is done with me. But mainly I will stay with [that new place] because like I told you I will assume from now on that you are all handling my legal matter with the court and my status, along with all the civil damages I need to live on. And like I said, I want to see some real accountability here. I want at the least for the public to know what they did to me. How they damaged me up till this point, what Sinai-Grace hospital did to me in 2004 when I went there for help and how it almost ended tragically and also the abuse I have been receiving even all my life, which seems to have begun somehow when I was still a child. You keep telling me to reach out for free legal help. Free legal help because I have no funds of my own. But I told you what happens when I do that. Most people just ignore me, and when they rarely, finally do respond they say there is secret guardianship that I am under. And I am supposed to be doing that for the rest of my life now people tell me. And the judicial tenure commission has me on a wild goose chase too, sending them endless petitions that I am supposed to get notarized by expensive notary publics only to have them make up a new excuse and send them back. The judicial tenure commission is supposed to oversee the breaking of laws and professional standards by courts, and yet even they are in on this. That's also the reason why I don't trust Wayne County Probate Court to handle this matter behind my back, like they have since 2011. Or maybe 1992, since that is when the forced medicating began. Forced medicating for wearing plastic gloves that could lead to death, they told me at that legal proceeding which must have been a sham, because my court appointed attorney got on the stand and said he was worried by the plastic gloves he saw me wearing too. But I guess I'll never know what proceedings were real and what documents were, I'll never know which are either. And now I am becoming an old man like this. But Wayne County Probate Court damaged me like this, they violated my rights in the worst way, in a way they wouldn't do to the worst criminal, and they continue to do it. So obviously I can't trust them to do anything in secret, or any other way for me. I'll have to trust someone else to work in that way. And since it can't be me, I am denied all access to the legal system, it will have to be you and [that new place]. There's just no other way.

And like I also said, I had better not end up inpatient in a psychiatric unit ever again. They never helped there, they always made things worst. And in 2004 they made things much worst. I don't need help like that. The only time I ever contemplated suicide, if that is important here in any way, was when the people who abused me made me feel there was no hope and that the pain would never end. So if I saw some real justice here that would eliminate that problem. Of course I am never going to see any real justice here am I? And I am never going to find any peace either.