More On My Case.

It did seem odd at times how the abuse I was receiving in Oakwood Hospital Dearborn (now closed) was so well-planned. Clearly designed to do the most harm and be abuse of the worst kind. I knew the staff all had degrees in psychology, but the patients seemed to have that skill too. I guess I know now that was no accident. Same with all the people really who abused me from childhood on. Destroying my peace of mind, taking away what was most important to me, taking away things that I thought no one could touch.

My philosophy when I became well in 1989 was simple, but it was the same throughout my life. It was not unlike that of Jeff Smith the Frugal Gourmet. The finer things in life can inexpensive. But still of good quality. And then eventually I found that really the finest things in life are the things that are the finest things to you. But soon people started telling me, as they had been telling me all my life, that I couldn't have even that. Dr. Salomon Bazini at Oakwood Hospital started telling, in so many words if not directly sometimes, that he thought I was selfish and had life way too good. He was from Guatemala and he felt that way about all Americans it seemed. But he let me know when it came to that I was in a class by myself. I should really see what life was like in Guatemala and many places in South America, he let me know and even told me sometimes. Especially for the mentally ill there. There was so much suffering in the world, and I was so far removed from all of it was the argument. Even if I had just a normal life, and even if it has a little hardship in it he'd tell me, I really didn't know what life could be like. After July 8, 1989 when he basically told me he was part of the international conspiracy I thought I was embroiled in, I just tended to ignore him after that. (But as a final indignity he did finally drop me around my birthday 1992. Making clear doing that, and the way he did that, that he never really liked me to begin with.) The around that time, the early 90s or so, the argument began that I really should be working. I have problems with mental fatigue and mental organization. I could see a part-time job around that time. If I worked full time I'd have no time for myself. But it did matter I was told. That was the economic reality of the time. Plus it was eventually argued to me, that like most Americans I should work long hours for little pay. Work 14-hour shifts and have more than one job. Again, that was just the economic reality of the time I was told. My car has always been an important part of my leisure and other activity. Starting in 2005 when the threat began of taking it away from me even though I was a good driver, I started focusing on the fact it was just a necessity that I always have that. But that made no difference to anyone in my life. We know that, they said. We would just rather you not drive. Because it would just make us feel better, I was told. Then the psychological abuse, like at Oakwood Hospital, began. And like there, it was clearly well-planned by someone with a degree in the field of psychology. First they'd bring up the subject, then they'd drop it. Then they'd say the matter has been resolved, we're no longer thinking of taking away your car. Or maybe it was just a long time, a couple of years. And so I thought it must be over with. But then as if to anticipate that, they said not so fast. We're considering it again. And they'd tease and taunt me. And when I explained that I could do some of the simplest things like even go to my doctors, they got even more silly. You'll manage, they'd say. Or finally the last time that was brought up around 2013, the final insult was, well. Your legal guardian your cousin will just be your chauffeur. I can't rely on him in an emergency, and the solution to the problem (by him too I guess, since he was among the people who thought I should lose my car) was that he'd then be my chauffeur.

And now I don't know what the future holds. I may lose my limbs to neuropathy and diabetes, I may even go blind some day. There'll be no more walks in the park or sports cards for me to collect then. And on top of that, my kidneys may be failing. I'd never know, because my doctors seem to be under some kind of secret order to lie to me. Probably by the Wayne County Court, or maybe the local police. Just like they lied to me when I started losing hair on the bottom of my legs. When the neuropathy was beginning and could have been still stopped then. But now it's too late of course. Not that they'd care. Because in this country when you do things like that, even if they'd land you in prison for decades if you are civilian, you can do it as a police or other government employee. Under the doctrine of sovereign immunity.

And that's where things stand now.

EDIT: Also, recently. Maybe last year even. My guardian said I should give up leisure. None of my money, he explained, should ever be spent on leisure or pleasure. (I think this specifically involved my purchase of sports cards on Amazon and Ebay. You can get some of them for under a dollar. But he said, no. Do you really need them?)

But I started thinking around early 90s or so. When I was still seeing Dr. Salomon Bazini, who was very offended I dared enjoy any leisure time. I am living on disability. What else would I spend most of my time on than leisure? That statement, I should enjoy little or no leisure time, really makes no sense when you think of that. Plus like the UDHR says. We're all entitled to leisure time, a reasonable amount. After our other obligations are met. We don't have to feel guilty for asking for it. But I have been told most of my life I should.