More On My Case.

And really that's all I ever wanted in life. Just a walk in the park or to collect sports cards. Something so simple and seemingly unimportant, and yet it meant so much to me. And those six years I was ill, 1983 to 89, even that was out of my reach. Something so simple and so cheap, and people in my life like the police told me I wasn't even entitled to that. I was telling my therapist that it was almost as if people were trying to destroy my very peace of mind by taking away even the simplest of pleasures from me. And he laughs a little, almost as if he knows what I am talking about. It was a form of psychological abuse I now know.

And it has left me permanently damaged. And if I lost my feet and my hand, I could forever lose my ability to drive. And everything I have now is based on that, my access to a car. I couldn't be independent, I couldn't live my life, I could take care of my most simplest needs without driving. I tried to explain that to people starting 2004. And I was an excellent driver with good insurance. Unlike most of the people in Detroit, I found out this year. And they said, yes. But it would just make them feel better if I didn't drive. And then they started teasing and taunting me and treating me like a child. And what if I lost my sight? My lifespan will be forever shortened with diabetes. There might even be something even more seriously wrong with me. I don't know because my doctors won't tell me. It's a secret, I'm told. They say I don't have diabetes anymore. Is that even possible? I'm not doctor, and all of them supposedly are.

And all of that stupidity could have easily been avoided if I just never took those medicines, those medicines I never should have taken to begin with. And none of this was ever necessary with me, and none of it would be justified in even the most extreme case. And now I could lose everything. But no one cares, no one feels responsible and no one wants to help me. And my legal guardian is very angry now. I'm going to need his help now for the rest of my life. Things like my washing machine are beginning to break down in my house. But he is very angry, because he somehow blames me for all of this.