Still More Thoughts.

Just to repeat, the problem is the abuse of me. The way I have no rights. And I have so little worth in people's eyes that they treat me like an animal. Like what was done on July 22nd, like what was done trying to take away my car 20 years before then. Something people would never do to the lowest criminal. Yet that is how they view me. All of it shows this. The secrecy, the plotting and planning behind my back, the fact people don't in any way consult me of their plans. Like you do to a dog when you about to put it down. And now the lying. Trying to tell me that I will get by somehow when there really was never enough money in the trust to begin with. And certainly is not now with all these new expenses, all these new problems and the damage that was secretly done to me. I'll lose all my dental care. Although I guess that will be the least of my problems. I still have to replace that washing machine. Going out late at night to do the laundry is a runaround and not even safe. And the car is vital, it is a must. And I will accept nothing else. I knew that in 2005, and now it is even more so that with all these new developments. The danger I am now in, the fact I now know I am a vulnerable person with Cerebral Palsy, who can never legally own a gun again. Just taking care of myself and why I will always need a car for that. And now I know how I will be treated and neglected in a group home. Neglected, threatened, abused, treated even worse that what I just said. And never allowed to leave, never allowed contact with the outside world again. And that's where they are planning on putting me, isn't it? Because I have such a low status they would never even consult me, never even have the decency to tell me at least. And Eric couldn't have left at a worst time. Worst time of any time, really. After 14 years he leaves. And now that I am becoming an old man who will somehow have to deal with all of these things on my own. With no one in my life. No one to help me, no friends, no family, no one who cares at all. All I am left with to care for me are the people who I described above. And all I ever wanted in life were the simplest of things that didn't cost anything at all. And people still always told me that I couldn't have them. I thought maybe now, at least now that I was so much older perhaps, that would change. But it won't will it? It will never end or change.

But in conclusion for now what this all really is just another form of abuse. And instead of enjoying just a simple quality of life I'm going to be fighting this hopeless battle. Fighting this hopeless battle that will forever destroy my peace of mind for years, just like they did starting 2004.

My story is unbelievable at times I agree. So then what I need to do is expose it more and get more involved.

But there's really so many things now that I was enjoying and finding enjoyment in. I will still try to enjoy them. But I don't if I'll ever be able to come up with more. Coming up with enjoyable diversions for me involves a certain mindset. Right now I am entering dealing catastrophes and horrible situations like I was starting 2004. Not as bad I guess and not the same. But that's where I am now. We'll see. I'll still try to enjoy the little things that I found to enjoy now. Like Turmeric milk. I perfected the recipe. It came about when I was trying to find healthy alternatives to coffee and sugary beverages. I loved the simple moments I spent doing that. But instead I'll be fighting this and writing letters. Filing petitions and complaints. Dealing with Wayne County Probate Court. Sending my monthly petitions to them that are then followed by their preposterous monthly denials that my case even exists. Yeah, I'll have to update those to reflect the current circumstances of course. And always detailing the abuse. All the people, all the dates, all the exact quotes I can give as evidence. Because my case is so unbelievable in some ways. And I only recently found out that I am allowed to speak out and complain. So I will do that. Make sure to do that and bring it up incessantly. Because I'll never know what situation I am even in. The Detroit police, Wayne County Probate Court and many others I'm sure hold me with so little worth that they don't even ask me, or tell me the truth. Don't tell me the truth like some worthless animal you were having put down, like I said. I'd so much rather be enjoying the simple moments in life. But instead I will spend the rest of my life doing this. All while not knowing how to pay for things, how I'll hold onto things. My dental care is over. But will the money I save ignoring that be enough for even a cheap used car in the future? I just don't know. And I'll be dealing that since I have no one else in my life doing that now. And all while not knowing what the Detroit police and Wayne County Probate Court is plotting and planning next. Maybe ready when I least suspect it to take me to some horrible Detroit group home where I'll be abused and neglected. I so wanted to just enjoy the simple things in life with the limited lifespan that Detroit police and Wayne County Probate Court left me with with all the damage done to my body. But instead I'll spend it doing this.