Update.

Just to update everyone on what happened.

July 22, 2025 the Detroit Police, and my legal guardian Eric, came to my front door as I was baking a potato kugel. And they said "your neighbors" ordered a physical exam, that should only last about "2 hours". At that nearby hospital in NW Detroit. The one where that man who was assigned me in April 2004 made me attend that tell-us-your-darkest secrets group therapy session, etc. When I least needed that kind of mental abuse. And leading to 7 years of suicidal ideation, till 2011. And also told us patients in the TV room that he was basically anti-gay, I might add. Anyways, I just got released from their psych ward today. They kept me there for over two weeks. They told me there was a change in my behavior. No there obviously wasn't. (It was probably because I stopped my Olanzapine for several months. And, as my doctors warned me, they probably picked that up in a blood or urine test.) They kept telling me don't you know the reason why you're here? I told them, I agree there was some reason. I just know there was no legitimate reason. Anyways, things have changed at that hospital. But they also have gotten worse. I was neglected horribly there. They had none of the special things I need for my Cerebral Palsy toilet needs, or mobility needs. After I was damaged by that Olanzapine at those high doses. Also while there the staff started making anti-gay comments to me and in my presence. Almost all of my room mates threatened me with violence because I was gay.

Also, interestingly while there the OT therapist told me I had neuropathy in my hands much longer than I thought. Things have been slipping out of my hands for 5-10 years. She said probably because my fine sense of touch is gone, probably permanently. And they put me on 7.5 mg of that Olanzapine, which is sure to cause some damage. And I now know that my doctors knew that for some time, but were not allowed to tell me. (I told them there the police and Wayne County Probate court obviously ordered it for some nonexistant reason. I am a very good person, I've never spent even the night in jail. And my doctors told me this, that they disagreed with my psychiatric treatment, when they warned me of the damage and that Eric was my secret legal guardian since 2011. At great legal risk to them, as I have already said.) But I agreed I will stay on the 7.5 for a couple of months if necessary. And then they can have me back to 2.5 mg. Because I think they were just testing to see what the effect of that high a dose of it. (The doctors there seemed to confirm that, and they would only expect me to be on it for perhaps two weeks.) Also, my therapist has also told me pointblank, that if I questioned this situation further I would get people in trouble. Okay I guess. But why does going along with this involve my allowing myself to be hurt again with that Olanzapine?

BTW, I don't know if this has anything to do with my weird life experience with quasi-synchronistical coincidences. Many of them have been explained now rationally, as I've said. But not all of them though. And some like that coin flip thing and the Mount Rushmore coincidences may never be explained, at least in my lifetime. But as I've said, I have been at my present state of knowledge and present understanding of what is going on in my life since November of 1991 (see, I even remember the month). And I did start sharing my weird experiences around 2001. Slowly but surely, because ironically I didn't want my then-psychiatrist to find out and then raise my Mellaril or Olanzapine then. But the internet is forever. And there should be a record somewhere of how I shared my weird experiences. Openly, since at least 2003 I think. (And someone on a message board did tell me around 2003 he thought I was a mental patient having a nervous breakdown, and he was going to take action. I don't know what if anything he did though.) I also have some weird coincidences from that hospital involving numbers, songs and mind reading, I may share soon.

EDIT: Also FWIW the police too me away in cuffs July 22nd because Michigan Adult Protective Services wanted to see if I was leaving food out. Which I obviously wasn't. I have been better at handling food safety than I have been in years. Actually, as I've said here, I not date all my food in the fridge with postits even. (Also my therapist kept making sarcastic comments about food safety. Possbly showing he thought it was all ridiculous too.)

Also Michigan Adult Protective Services left my house much worse and much more filthy than I ever did. My basement is now flooded, my microwave is on but just doesn't work and it looks like they were just throwing stuff on the floor after they examined it, instead neatly putting it back.