My Experiences.

Also I wanted to go more into detail about my Uncle Al a little. I don't have too much time because I am waiting for someone. But he was very angry at me. It all started early 1996 when he was forced to go out with me. It enraged him, and he eventually let me know that he wanted me put away somewhere. I was a menace for inconveniencing him he said. At least that's what I overheard, he did say that. And he seemed to take an unusual interest in my mental health. Like I've said, he was a very evil selfish man. So right away that seemed odd. One time I went out with both of them one Sunday alone. My father busy for some reason. And right away he was very angry and resisting it. He talked about me as I was approaching the car, as he often did. And then as I sat down in the back seat. Then on the way home he stated gyrating and making funny moves in the car. Saying "over there, over there" or something like that. A group of young people in the next car saw it and started pointing and laughing. He also made every little thing I did into a mental health issue or it was something I could tell he talked to his wife in private about. One time I was telling my aunt that I had a dream about her. She was sitting in the booth of a restaurant. And as I stepped over her in the dream she acted childish or weird. It was harmless dream, but when I said he looked at her expectantly like he thought it was cause for my commitment or something. And for a while I was getting her little gifts at, usually at the Dollar Tree. After a while she thought maybe I had done that enough, so she just diplomatically told me she already has enough stuff at home. But as she said that, again he looked at her expectantly like they had a discussion about that at home and it bothered him for some reason. Also I was typing on money, usually political slogans. I just enjoyed doing for some reason. Our probate lawyer said I shouldn't, but we found out it was perfectly legal. And my aunt started taking an interest in it. And when she said that again he looked at her with worry or concern or expectantly, like he was trying to make an issue out of that. He was very angry at me and basically thought I had all his problems. Being selfish and immature, having life too good and always having to have my way. One time he lamented "what Jamie wants is what Jamie gets!" He also at least once went into a little mini tirade at the restaurant that he was very disappointed I wasn't put away yet and he couldn't wait for that day. He also was destroying my stuff for a while. We had to take my car for a couple of weeks, my father's car was in the shop. And I had figurines in the back window. A hula girl and maybe some other things. He used to slam the paper in the back window as he arrived in the morning. And I later found when I looked at it more closely he had deliberately broken it. Which was ironic because he had a heightened sense of his own property. What belonged to him and what he was entitled to, I remember thinking at the time. And also they'd come over after dinner and a walk in the mall to play my father's new electric organ. And he was often sitting alone in our living room (with the organ in the dining room facing the living room). I later found out that while he was sitting there he was shoving crud into the snack bags I had there. Potato chips and stuff like that. Snotty kleenex and stuff like that. Also he found this weird way of tormenting me, actually me and my father you could say. He found that if he turned his air conditioning and heat on in his car as far as they both would go in the winter it remained cool in front, but basically like a tropical rain forest in back. He delighted in doing this, and even told us a couple of times how much he did. One time I found if I removed my winter coat it wasn't as bad. And he noticed this and said he didn't like me removing my coat when I came into his car. I told him it was my coat and he should mind his own business. Eventually he blew out the air conditioning doing that. I don't know the details, but it seems there may have been an altercation between him and the auto mechanic. When he tried to explain to him that he should do that, put both of those on at the same time. He got very angry I think and blew up at him verbally was my understanding.

Like I said, after 2004 he moved onto the idea that I be put in prison. At least that's what he wanted me to think. He said it made sense to him. And like I said, he was the one who did horrible things to his own son.