I Finally Figured It Out.

Also there is something else. And I don't know why I just realized it. Eric trying to drop me when I need him and his money most is just another form of abuse. A hopeless situation with no solution. Facing horrible possibilities designed to make me panic. And a clear injustice that no one cares about or can help me with. Kind of like 2004 in many ways, and all the other stuff that was going on then. Then it was my adopted cousin who was playing this role. He said he hated me. The mere suggesting that he was my cousin filled him with disgust and rage. He told me, call me your adopted cousin. If the matter comes up that you have to refer to me anyways. He didn't even say that about his adopted father who did horrible things to him. He'd call him father, if ever asked. And then around 2007 he said he wanted to forcibly remove my father from Detroit. And then he was going to move into a little cabin he chose up north in the middle of Michigan. Move up there with my father and live as father and son, since my father was the father he never had. But he told me pointblank he didn't care what happened to me, still living in Detroit. Well obviously I could live that way. Without my father's funds I'd soon become homeless. But he didn't care. And surely he didn't have any legal authority to assert. Right of nephews? There is no such thing. But he said he didn't care. He'd still find a way. One of the ways FWIW was telling my family horrible lies about me. Embellishing the truth, outright lies. But doing it slowly but surely. It was a horrible situation with no solution. It had horrible consequences, with me ending up homeless. Designed to make me panic and to destroy all my peace of mind. It involved that recurring theme of injustice and unfair treatment. Along with just the unlikelihood such a rule or law existed. Eric can just leave me to become homeless? Without his money I'd end up on the streets. But I doubt if such a thing is really possible. I honestly don't know though. But that is what this really is, I see it now and I plan on exposing it. Another clever form of abuse.

I told you they'd find a clever new way of doing it, abusing me this way. It was my enchanted ugliness as a young child. Severely mentally abusing a little handicapped boy, who was just trying to live his life. And then abusing me to the point he thought he was too ugly to beg even, there was no way to live that. And all the other stuff that began in high school, and then after. This is just another example. But you do see how it's clever, don't you? And it has to be believable too. With a dose of reality carefully included. Like the car one. Where they had already selected my drug store for me. The one where that guard was finally shot and killed. But I don't know how far they'll take this one. But I have uncovered it, I plan on exposing it and I refuse to play along. So whatever ultimately happens, I just know it was never my fault.

I won't blame Eric though. As I said, it's a clever new form of abuse. One that fits the pattern of my life. And he is just playing one role in it. Anyways I can't ask Eric to be held accountable, because then I'd lose his financial support and become homeless. Just like the ridiculous legal claims that began in 2004, that just couldn't be. But I wouldn't know. But this form of abuse will never be the same, because I now see thru it all. But I have to start exposing it and getting more people involved. Starting with some patient's rights complaints I'll send out tonight. As for the talking points, I'll just point out how it fits the pattern of the past. That video It's My Life by No Doubt talks about injustice. Like I tell people, it reminded me of my situation. Maybe that is just because songs are universal in their meaning. But I'll review it again to see if I can glean some talking points from it. Along with those three eternal talking points. How I was abused to the point that suicide seemed the only option, how I obviously had Cerebral Palsy. Everyone who saw me who knew anything of medicine knew it early on. And how I was threatened that my car would be taken away from me. Even though I couldn't live without it, and I had more business driving that many of my neighbors. Plus that nonsense went on for over twenty year. I mean really folks, over twenty years. But there is a record of all that. Plus I am going to take the initiative and point out right from the start that I think falsely accusing me of something may be involved here. As I suspect it was in the past.

To repeat, Eric had nothing to do with this form of abuse. I don't know who gave him his marching orders for this. Probably the Detroit police or the Michigan mental health authority. I honestly don't know. And the forced, and ridiculously unfair and illegal detainment of me July 22nd, was meant to add a layer of threat to this situation. Meant to rob me of my peace of mind by showing me yet again that I would never be free of their abuse. But I still won't tolerate it. And as I said right along, I plan on exposing it always and in all its forms.

Anyways, that's where all of this stands. It obviously is a new form of abuse, just like the abuse I have received since I was a little defenseless handicapped child. Eric is really not to blame. And I see thru it now, and I plan on exposing it. In every way I can. Because I want the abuse to end. Even if someone has different plans with that.

EDIT: Anyways, as I said. This is obviously just another form of abuse. And I demand it stop and refuse to play along anymore. And it doesn't matter what they do to sanction me for not giving in. Giving in by panicking or whatever it is they want me to do. Whatever happens I'll always know was in no way my fault and I'll always know I at least did the right thing. But my approach from now on will be to expose it and get more people involved. They (whoever they even are) will have anticipated this long in advance. But I don't care, I'll still do that. And I am not going to let people treat me this way. But seeing it for what it is, just another clever threat, is the first step. And I guess I'll take it from there. Giving it to the anxiety and worry was the mistake I made in the past. I won't make it this time at least.