More On What Happened To Me.

It's really frightening. I don't know what damage that 7.5 mg of Olanzapine is going to do me now. And Wayne County Probate Court is going to make sure this time my doctors can't warn me. Even when it is much much too late now. Even when sex offenders are given chemical castration, they can't give it in a way that could put them at risk for cancer. Even in prison they can't give them an unsafe medical treatment. I even heard once that when prisoners, even people sentenced to life imprisonment, are released when they get organ transplants. Because prison staff and corrections officers tend to agree that a prison is a poor place to take antirejection drugs or deal with their special needs. And I've never even been in jail. My status is below that of hardened criminal now. All under the guise of mental health treatment. Because the rights of the accused and of the convicted is well spelled out in the Constitution. But not mental patients, not at all. And like I told people when I was inpatient, this goes far beyond. This logic could be used against people with dementia, children with behavioral problems, people with mild autism. They just would never tell you. They can't tell me the reason why even now. But my doctors seemed to tell me a couple of years ago it was in no way my fault. But I already knew that.

I know I have an advocate for mercy for about 30 years now, like Portia and the duke. But when my rights are violated and when others are at risk too, I become a legal positivists like Shylock. Always demanding the most severe penalty right from the start, just to be safe.