More On My Experiences.

Like I said, the issue of being the victim of an injustice or injustices began in 2004. It seemed to begin after my stay at Sinai-Grace hospital in April when I thought I went there for help. Like I said, I didn't know if I was allowed to tell everyone what was going on in my life then. But I plan on handling that matter differently from now on, for the rest of my life in other words. But I feared being the victim of an injustice or injustices starting with the idea of being accused of ridiculous false or exaggerated claim. That did seem to begin in Sinai-Grace hospital that year. And it seemed to spread to many other places, a horrible vicious rumor of me. Looking back now it was actually all very unlikely, every part of it. I only see that now as I look back on it all. But my former therapist said with a little laugh or slight sarcasm that it was planned somehow and did happen, kind in the way my 2011 therapist did. It makes little sense to me too. But I know it almost led to tragedy on more than one occasion, and I won't let that ever happen again. The second injustice was someone taking my car away even though I was an excellent driver, with a license and good insurance. People kept bringing that up. My psychiatrist, who like I said strongly endorsed the idea in 1993, suddenly started saying I looked to disabled or low intelligence to be driving to him. Which is odd, like I've said I am supposedly smart and did well in school. The last incident surrounding that involving first responders happened at that intersection in Oak Park during that black out on September 11, 2013 when the arriving paramedic tried to make an issue of the fact I didn't go thru the flashing yellow carefully, carefully enough. Until I pointed out the older driver didn't even see me or swerve at all. My former therapist seems to say that was going on and the ill-conceived, he agreed, idea of the police. It all makes no sense, like I said. Plus I live in a city where most the people shouldn't be driving at all. Not without insurance, which is a felony in Michigan. And crime and abuse is rampant. Like I said, that lady next door in addition to be guilty of the child and elder abuse that I knew of didn't even have a driver's license. She told us she couldn't afford to renew it. And I suspect she was among the people in my neighborhood who wanted me to lose mine. As I've said, to me that shows a special contempt for the law. That matter seems over, but I might still lose my limbs. And everything about that still seems so wrong and the fact that it went on for years and without the public knowing. Also the fear of police brutality. I was especially concerned about being tased. I just knew the police could use it for almost any reason. And I also thought of that incident with the Dearborn police in downtown Dearborn in the winter of 2000 or 1. They were very angry for some reason. And at one point one of them asked me what was in my sweater. I wasn't wearing a sweater, I think he meant sweat shirt. I wanted to ask him if he was from Michigan. In Michigan a sweat shirt is never called a sweater. But I later thought if that happened again, if I misunderstood a police officer's orders, he might use that as an excuse to tase me. Especially if he was angry at me to begin with. I already knew it was very painful, and I have a low tolerance for pain. Plus the fact that I have been pain-free for so many years and really don't remember what it was like, before the Elavil of 1989 for example, worries me. I don't know what emotional effect it would have on me. That subject in general, of experiencing extreme pain, concerns me. And that fact coupled with the fact I clearly can't trust my doctors or medical professionals, is a great concern. If they could regain my trust. But I don't see how they ever could, and I think everyone would agree with that.