More On My Case.

Like I've said, I know now I've been the victim of deliberate, well-planned abuse, right from my childhood. And seems like it was all some kind of psychological experiment too, strange as that sounds. It was designed early on to make me think less of myself, and to think I wasn't entitled to certain things in life. I remember that one psychiatrist, who I first started seeing in the Summer of 1986. He did not like me, and he did not like Americans in general. He thought we had life way too easy. He was from South America. And he made clear early on that I should really see what life was like in his country. Even when I mother told him I was a good person and therefore worth saving, he'd still look over at me with disgust. He knew I didn't do bad things. But he also thought I was selfish and enjoyed life too much. And this did get me to thinking. I really never knew extreme pain, or even extreme hardship. I really didn't even know what it was like to experience. But that doesn't make me a bad person. There's no need for me to know what extreme pain and hardship are like. It doesn't really build character. And I eventually realized it's better I didn't know and never know. And people even recently have told me I should live and work like most Americans. Work long hours for little pay, and have little, or really absolutely no time, for rest of leisure. But I was reading in the UN's Universal Declaration of Human Rights, first in 1988 and then rereading for many years later. Everyone has a fundamental right to rest and leisure. We don't have to feel embarrassed to expect it or ask for it from anyone. But that theme played out for many years after I saw that doctor. That I should always be engaged in some activity. Or else at the least I should live in constant fear of pain and hardship in a mental hospital, people seemed to think. Because everyone is expected to work and work hard. And like Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol, when the state provides things for free, like the workhouses in his novel, it can never be good. It must be rather horrible actually. There were also themes in my life of justice and fairness and abuse, and testing the limits of each. Denying me access to restrooms, as a clever form of abuse and clever denial of a basic right. Because it was one people and onlookers would never think of, again. And trying to take away my car, thus endangering my independence, my ability to care for myself, my very life and safety. Just because they could, I was told. Even though I never heard of that happening. A good driver with good insurance losing their license. I was always told once you had a license, it was almost impossible to take it away. But not so fast, people started telling me. And then just this year, I find out most people in Detroit don't even have insurance. We can't solve all the rapes and murders here. And the police and first responders wasted their time following me around and harassing me, and doing that. And destroying me peace of mind too. My therapist seems to indicate that was no accident. When all I wanted was to try the flaming cheese for the first time in a restaurant, or go a cheap gourmet restaurant and try their beef Wellington some day. Or just a walk in the park or to collect sports cards I liked. Things that were cheap, things that were innocent, things that I thought no one would be able to deny me ever. And then as if to respond to that notion. And I now realize as I said, that was what they were trying to do. They one by one, systematically took all those things away from me. Claiming either I wasn't entitled to them, I didn't deserve them, it was silly to ask for them or there were more important matters at hand at the time. Which as I have explained, was usually just some new form of clever abuse I now realize.

And now I am damaged for life, my lifespan is forever shortened, the course of my life forever altered. And none of that can be undone now. It has all long passed that point of no return. If I at least knew that it could be avoided in the past. But I wasn't entitled to that information even. And like I said, I am going to have all those people who did that to me. Who made me take those stupid medications a person like me with Cerebral Palsy isn't even supposed to to take to begin with. All of those people. The Detroit and Dearborn police, the Oak Park first responders, all my doctors and all the other people who took part in this. Lawyers who I reached out to included, if possible. I am going to have all of them held accountable for their actions. Legal action, misconduct in office or at least exposed. So people know, and this never happens to anyone ever again. And so people know they can't just get away with this, whoever they are. And that the Nuremberg defense is never an excuse. Not even if you'd be the only person in your department that would oppose it. Not even if you knew all that was going on. You knew it was illegal, you knew it as wrong, and that is enough. And all of those people are going to insure I have a good quality of life from now on. Especially now that my lifespan is forever limited. And as I said, I still think having my legal guardian spend one night in jail would be a good place to start. It will show everyone we mean business, and it will show them there are consequences for their actions. And my therapist seems to indicate that doing what I am doing will get a lot of people in trouble because I am exposing very wrong things that people didn't think would be exposed. Well, I think I speak on behalf of the rest of the public that I certain hope so, because that could only be a very good thing.