More Conclusions.

Like I said, I am done with those psychiatric drugs. I never needed them, I never agreed to them, I was never a harm to myself or others. There was never any evidence I was, unless someone lied about it I guess. And they harmed me, they damaged me, they left me a damaged old man who will have to live the rest of his life now into old age like this, and dealing with whatever complications come from that and my Cerebral Palsy, and whatever else they aren't telling me about that's wrong with me. They've done it, they've shown what they are capable of. All of them were involved. Taking an active role or at least passively consenting to it all while it went on for years. My psychiatrist, my doctors, Eric, the police, and people like EMT's in Oakland County for some reason. And now I am left alone like this, and no one is helping me. No one is assuring me anything is being done. My case doesn't even exist, is all I am still told every time. And now my symptoms may be getting worse, and I don't even know what that is about. It all surrounds what they are being silent about. The damage and the neuropathy and the damage to my feet and hands. Like I said, my neurologist left off on permanent damage to my feet. He never said anything about my hands, but it's obviously there. And I am getting little to no treatment for all of it now. And I'd really like to start something now that may help. Maybe therapy or drug. Help in any way really, especially long-term.

On the other hand, there might be a need for those medicines some day. Like I said, in late 2023 I stopped the Olanzapine for several months wondering if my irrational worry would come back. And it didn't. (Of course I wonder what defines irrational worry. I was deliberately led to believe by people in my life that they were going to do things like put me away whatever place they could find. First Northville mental hospital, and then when that closed they said they were considering prison as an option. My Uncle Al let the conversation spill over so I could hear it. He might have been exaggerating, or he may have just wanted me to think that is what people were planning. Because he was a selfish evil man who hated me for using the word explicitly and asking once to go to 7-11. But that is what he said. And the car threat began, which surrounded my fear of what danger I'd be put in if I had to walk the dangerous streets of Detroit late at night just to get a loaf bread. And how was I supposed to take my cat to the vet? Or go to my doctors? Some of whom were very far away.) But the increase in Olanzapine in April 2004 did help with whatever I came Sinai-Grace with then, and then after that with what they started there with that homophobic staff member who wanted me think he was suspicious of me, after I came there like that. I would be glad to consider it, consider the possibility of psychiatric medicines some day if I need them or they could help me. But first I would have to believe my doctors, Eric and the rest. But that begins when they stop lying. And so far they won't even admit the most obvious, what most of my doctors say, that Eric is my guardian. Eric still says the very suggestion is preposterous. And then I would have to trust them. Trust that they are not trying to harm me and withhold important information, like the damage something is doing to me. But trust is earned. Trust would come when I see people in Michigan aren't treated this way and people don't get away with all I described because things are changed and there is some real accountability here. But like I've said, there's no change I can see. And yes trust is earned, people don't just hand it out. I may have to work with my doctors and those others, but I will never trust them again. Because they don't deserve it. They've proven what they can do and they've proven they don't believe in responsibility too.