More Conclusions.

Like I said, in 2004 I was led to believe that I would face decades of abuse in prison on made up or trumped up charges. IOW horrible injustices and unfair treatment. Almost like in that video It's My Life by No Doubt. Or that movie with Al Pacino, The Merchant of Venice which came out that same year. And that all started in Sinai-Grace hospital 5 South in April of 2004. Everyone there agreed with me on that when I was there just a few days ago. I went there attempting suicide with irrational fears like that. And instead of making me feel better, they put me in that bizarre group therapy session and made me feel like they were investigating me and didn't believe me. Leading to 7 years of suicidal ideation, which could have ended tragically. (And like I recently said, the man there who did that told us he didn't like gays in the TV room in 2004 too.) Themes of injustice, unfairness and unequal treatment. And like I said, there does seem to be some real psychological experiment going on in my life. Involving maybe the mental health authority in Michigan. Testing my response to injustices, like false accusations and unequal and unfair treatment sometimes. I'm serious, but I don't know for sure or the details of all of that.

Themes of injustice, unfairness and unequal treatment like with taking away my car even though I was a very good driver with good insurance. Which like I said, I just found out most people don't even bother to have in Detroit. I thought the fact my car was partly for pleasure had something to do with it. So I explained that it was much more than that. I really couldn't take care of myself without it. And they said they understood that, but they and my neighbors just would feel better if I didn't drive. For over twenty years, like I said. My therapist also said that the police are largely responsible for that car thing. I rarely ever see the police. I've never been arrested or in jail. I do remember in 1991 I was carjacked outside an adult book store on 8 Mile Road in Detroit. And when I gave the report to the police officer behind the desk of the 8th Precinct, he was more concerned I might have been looking for gay sex there. Not that I just had a large caliber gun jammed in my back. (The 8th Precinct is my precinct. So it's worth pointing out they were probably also the ones who were trying to take away my car. Even though as I said, I rarely ever see police in my life.) Also in Detroit, up until 2001 the Detroit police were arresting gay men in River Rouge Park. River Rouge Park is a notorious gay cruising area in Detroit. But they weren't arresting them for seeking sex. Just for talking about opera and things like that. Until then-prosecutor Mike Duggan put an end to that practice for once and for all. And even in 2001, most of the rapes and murders go unsolved in Detroit. To take even a conservative position if I must, it's all well and good if the Detroit police don't like gays and think it's their job to harass them. But shouldn't they try to solve all the rapes and murders here first? And solve all the rapes and murders before they start taking driving privileges away from a law abiding citizen and good driver?

And now I am back on dangerously high levels of Olanzapine. And my doctors won't be allowed to even tell me the damage this time. I think there may have already been more damage being done even when I was on very low doses or no amount of that Olanzapine. And it hurts when I urinate and my urine is very cloudy sometimes. But they told me even at Sinai-Grace hospital this time after they took a blood and urine sample, I'm fine, I'm fine.

But this has gone far enough, and people are trying to take it further still. My therapist tells me I could get some people in a lot of trouble. But I disagree. I think it's time for that. I think it's time for some serious prison time for all involved. And I demand at least a month in jail now for Eric. So we don't go thru this every year like I said. And because I will always need him as guardian. Or else I will end up homeless immediately. And how else will I pay for all the expensive things I may need some day, now that and Eric and the police have permanently damaged me with that Olanzapine?

Who here is with me on that?