More On Where Things Stand Now.

Someone I was responding with recently hinted my emails were getting a little excessive. And maybe a little emotional too, I think he meant. So I told him I would get away from emotion in my correspondence. And just stick with the facts from now on.

My life is destroyed, my life is over. That's just a fact, not an expression of emotion. And people already are beginning to lie to me about it. My doctors already were clearly coerced back into silence again IAE. A few have made that clear. It's really horrible because there's damage being done to me even as we speak. Damage that could forever affect my mobility, my independence, my consent. All of that complicated now that I have no in my life at all now. No friends or family. Really no one to turn to at all. Not that it matters, but at this point I really need washing machine. I have no one to turn to for help in anyway. And as I said, I am too old for this. That one lady at that new place responded to my claim that I was too old to go thru another round of abuse with an evil laugh. But she shouldn't give an evil laugh because it's true. This would be devastating at any point in my life. And right now I am too old, my life to far along to be dealing with these things. And plus I said, I have all this new damage to deal with. Damage that I can longer avoid, like I could have if I just knew about it when it was happening. And plus I don't know what else is wrong with me even. Who would do something like this to me? Who would hate me so much and give me such little status in their mind? Who would do that to any of their fellow human beings? And I have to deal with the Detroit police now and their total lack of respect for my rights. Their total lack of respect for just the rules. Just the fact that they didn't even bother to ask to tell me what was going on. Now for the rest of my life I will have to assume they could come to my door at any moment, again for just no reason. And I will have to assume that will be their solution for every problem. Instead of respecting my rights, respecting my status as a human. Pretty much like they were doing with the car thing for 20 years like I said. My life is over, my life is destroyed, I have no one to turn to, no one to help me in any way, no one to even talk to, to have a personal conversation with. Just for some simple advice. Absolutely no one in my life. And I have to content with the fact I am almost 60 now dealing with all of this as I said. I guess I will have to start filing patient's rights complaints now. So there is at least of record of what is going on. A public record of how I am being abused again and how people are treating me once again. Whatever the person I am filing the report on, I will put it in there. So people always know. And put it in my monthly complaint to Wayne County Probate Court. As they continue after years of this to just send me back replies saying my case doesn't even exist. About half my doctors fully admit it does. But that is how low they view me still.

And I really don't want to be doing this. I only want a good quality of life. Which up until now was a secure life, with Eric in his position. Until he changed everything in my life now and forever with that date I will always remember, September 15, 2025. The date he told me calmly and with a light-hearted lilt in his voice he was leaving all alone for good now. Because it was all my fault. Like I said, what I wanted in life since high school was so simple and cost so little. But meant so much to me. But now is forever gone. My peace of mind alone is forever lost. And unlike 2004 with what Sinai-Grace Hospital did to me I am not young enough to wait many years again for it to return to me. I am an old man with mobility issues. I really should be living a life of rest and leisure instead of dealing all this. But someone doesn't agree with that logic.

And this is all a new form of abuse. Like I said, I plan on carefully recording it all and giving my explanation of that. Why people have to abuse a little handicapped boy and man who was just trying to live his life. Who was never trying to harm anyone, never asking for too much to begin with. And I have no explanation for it. How the abuse started in the past, why it focused on me, what it was even all about. I just can recall what happened. How everyone everywhere started calling me ugly after that incident on the playground in the 6th grade at St. Scholastica grade school. When I fat-shamed Jamie Kivela. And then paid for it for the rest of my life. That era in my life never ended. And everywhere I went people called me ugly and hurt and insulted me in the worst and most cruel way possible. People could tell on the phone I was ugly, my ugliness could restore sight to the blind, like at the Sears in Fairlane Town Center in Dearborn around this time, Halloween masks couldn't hide it, like in 1980 and 81 at the same man's house in Jaime Garcia's house in Detroit. Those things are all impossible, obviously they were carefully planned. Planned to teach me the moral lesson you get your life destroyed when you fat-shame Jamie Kivela. And now I submit that people are saying this is somehow my fault, that I did something to deserver it. That my life is destroyed and I will be forever alone and in need of the most basic things. All because I criticized my legal guardian Eric too much. Yes it is new form of abuse, I can tell. It has all the classic hallmarks of it. I will start submitting proof of that, along with proof of everything else. Careful details of examples, dates, times, direct quotes. That is why it is all the more important the Detroit police don't take me away again like an animal without even asking. I know no one cares if I am threatened or neglected. But I will be unable to submit reports of what is going on, cry for help in other words. But like I said, it just seems to me after all the damage that was done, after all the decades of abuse, after all the pain they caused, after all the destruction of a normal and happy life that was taken from me, etc. that people would agree I deserver some kind of normal life, some kind of quality of life. After all they took from me too. A good quality of life which like I said, often costs nothing to me and inconveniences no one. But instead I will be facing this, instead I will be fighting all of this. Instead I will have to just forever give up on the idea of dental care. Eric paid for half of it, there is no way I could get it without him. And worry about how I will have a car. Like I said, I simply can never be without it. It would be impossible, it is not negotiable. I knew that by 2005. And now things have gotten much more serious since then. With issues of my safety and consent, the fact I will be neglected and threatened I now know any place but home, that I will be unable to cry for help. I was waiting for Eric to replace the old car I have now with a nice new one with the newest safety and accessibility features. Now that can never happen. And I don't even think they sell used cars with handicapped features. But it is vital, it can not be compromised on in any way now. If you want me to ever repeat or list new reasons I gladly will. There are so many reasons why a car is necessary for my life, safety and welfare I don't know where to begin each time. Maybe just have a list I can copy and paste for that. And there seem to be new reasons added periodically too.

Well, I said I'd just stick to the facts from now on. Those are the facts.