Final Conclusions.

And like I said, since the 90s, since the early millennia, maybe all my life. All my life, because I now see it was always meant as a form of abuse, and my therapists started confirming in 2011 it indeed was just that, a deliberate form of abuse. I can't explain that one, or how it could be so elaborated and well-planned, because it makes no sense to me either. Like I've said, if they have the money and resources to abuse me like that, why don't they instead spend it to help me. To help me pay my food bills now, to pay for all the expensive care the damage done to me and my old age will cost now, to allow me to finally have peace from their abuse and lead a good quality of life. And the unfair and unequal way I was treated, lower than the lowest criminal, when I've never even spent the night in jail. Treated like an object, treated like I had no rights, treated like they had every right to get so personal and inappropriate with me. Try to take away my car, harass when all I ever was was a handicapped man, formerly a handicapped child too ugly to beg, who was just trying to live his life. Take away my car, harass me to the places I went to relax, try to use the justice system against me and put me in the first holding place they could find, jail or prison being fine, using the logic of my Uncle Al or Ebenezer Scrooge. When I hurt no one and did nothing wrong, and all while there were the sounds of screams and horrible abuse right in my neighborhood at all hours of the day and night. Abuse, accuse, harass and interrogate me for doing nothing wrong. While I was just trying to live. Trying to live always, because it was only they who ever made me even think suicide was the only available option. Trying to live my life and find peace, and now to find out I was denied all access to the legal system, and still am. Like some horrible nightmare or Twilight Zone episode, because I'll never know when it's over, because everyone will always just play along and lie to me. Play along and lie to me, and I already know what they are capable of. They don't care what they do or what justification they have to do it or who they hurt. And now I've live most of my life dealing with them doing this to me, just trying to find some peace in my old age living my whole life this way. And all I ask if for them to stop doing it and let me life the remainder of my life in peace. And this is all the answer I get for that. And for some reason, probably some undiagnosed problem that I was never told about or had explained to me, I have this wild idea that something is being done about all of this even as we speak. But after these past couple of years, that isn't true is it? It isn't true and never will be, this will just all continue this way. Because they have absolutely no conscience.