More Evidence.

Like I said, there were many clever forms of abuse. One was just to take away the most simplest pleasures from me I thought no one could ever take away. Now when I say that like that, my therapist giggles knowingly clearly like he knows all about that. Just to make clear.

Like I said, the Dearborn police tried to take away my love of walks in parks when I felt down, and my love of harmless sports cards. Making a big public scene with each. And I really loved that German restaurant in Dearborn. It had gourmet food that was affordable. And that is my philosophy of life, much like that of the Frugal Gourmet. Gourmet food, like all the finer things in life, need not be expensive. And I was enjoying going to that restaurant so much. On special occasions, but still. But then the lady owner talked loud enough so I could hear that she didn't want me, personally, in her restaurant and couldn't wait till I left. And we never returned. And I never got the chance to try the Beef Wellington like I wanted. And now the place is closed, though I don't know if I would have ever felt comfortable going there. And now the chance to have my Beef Wellington is forever gone. All the things in life I enjoy, many of them just such simple pleasures. But they meant so much to me. And all of them were taken away from me one by one.

Same thing with other things in other places. I just thought of this. We were going to see the new see the new 2002 Star Trek movie February 2003, Star Trek: Nemesis. We were late to see the movie, and I was about to leave a Dearborn library branch February 26, 2003. I had gotten some risqué, but otherwise perfectly innocent pictures, off their copier. And as I said, we were in a hurry to leave. And in a crowed library, in front of many patrons, an old lady librarian ran up to me and yelled "We have rules in this library! We have rules! Hand it over! Hand it over!!" I was late, and she seemed to think I did something I didn't even do, I thought at the time. And thought long after. All of that situation still has me very confused. And plus I told her, I paid for those copies, so they belong to me (maybe because I didn't have the legal capacity to own things even then?). Anyways long story short, she ruined that movie for me. It wasn't one of their better movies, but still.

And then my relative A, or rather my "adopted" relative A (because he tells me he offended to be referred to as my relative, even though I never did anything to him), always ruins every event I want to enjoy. Every birthday party we had at my house he ruined. He always was the first to arrive, which of course was no accident. And he always came wearing a long sleeved, thick leather jacket. Which is strange. Because my birthday is at the end of June. And they he insisted on going to my basement, which is weird. What business did he have in my basement? The party was in the living room. But he insisted. And people know I don't disturb people when they go to my basement. And then he spent an usually long time there. Doing what I never figured out. But I still shudder to think. Either taking something, or maybe leaving something, I later concluded. And when my father was declining mentally, he was going to assert his legal authority, as a nephew he said, to take my father out of Detroit. He didn't care what happened to me he plainly told me on the phone. I could stay in that house for all he cared. But he was going to take my father to a cabin in a small town in the middle of Michigan, and live with him as father and son, he told me. One time we went with him to a restaurant in Redford Township. And I was really looking forward to trying the flaming saganaki cheese there. And he ruined it totally. (Which timing seemed no accident even back then. That he ruined something so important to me like that, trying their saganaki cheese finally.) He made a big scene again. He told my father and I he was going to take the final steps then to take my father out of Detroit, and move him into that little cabin, up north. And I was mortified. And not that it matters, but I really lost all interest in saganaki cheese after that. Because again, it was my simple pleasure in life. And like the others, it was so affordable. Or Christmastime 2021. I met with him for a nice dinner, I thought, at a restaurant in Oak Park. And again, he told me he was taking action. As a sedevacantist Catholic, he was morally and spiritually opposed, to my interest in sports cards and NBA players. Just like the Dearborn police, basically. My interest, like in the posters he saw all of my walls at home. (And he told me pointblank once that it was obvious why I had all those posters. When you have so many he told me, your interest in them must be sexual. It's just unavoidable, he explained.) But he was going to assert his moral authority as trustee, he explained. To save my soul, by marching into my house some day and taking all those things away from me. He had no choice, he explained. It was so I could see my parents in heaven when I died.

Anyways, that's some of the mental abuse I received over the years. But there is so much more. And I was going to be living that way well into my old age. With the abuse getting more and more clever, and more realistic. Since I was seeing thru it it all, as I said.