What I Want Now.

So just to review, now that the names of the people who destroyed my life, leading almost to tragedy sometimes, are exposed. I want accountability. Whatever accountability is possible. St. Scholastica grade school of Detroit destroyed my life and led me to points where I almost ended it sometimes by teaching me sick moral lessons. Like in the 5th grade, that passing notes (or having my "plan A", "plan B" etc. to talk during class, whatever) made me a bad person. That they thought I was good up till that point, but knew then they were wrong. That for fat-shaming Clarence "Jamie" Kivela during recess in the 6th grade, I deserved to have my whole life destroyed. So that people on the phone and blind men could tell I was ugly. I was too ugly to marry, too ugly to beg even. That almost led to tragedy, until fate intervened in the summer of 1984 with my wild time-travel plan. And then Thomas J. Emerick, my alleged best friend, and his friend Kendall Tucker tormented me for the rest of recess. Until one point I was cowering by the wall with my stocking cap over my face crying hysterically, all while the continued to do it. And I still don't know what that was all about. Am I really that ugly? Am I deformed? And why can't I tell the way I look when I look in the mirror? That sad chapter in my life has never ended. And all for fat-shaming Jamie Kivela. Or the 8th grade, when Andrew T. Long, Jr. didn't like the fact other boys were even thinking about him. So he started a tragic sequence of events with the mental health system of Michigan. Which has now left me damaged with a shortened lifespan, alone and without support, and with an uncertain future. Especially now that if I really lost my feet, and my hands too, the Detroit, Dearborn and Oakland County police might finally get their wish. I may never be able to drive again. And then I'd lose my independence, my medical consent, I'd be in danger, I'd be unable to cry for help, I'd be unable to do the simplest thing or perform the simplest task. Which is what they always wanted for some reason, even though I am a better driver than most. And there was horrible abuse and people with serious traffic offenses right in my neighborhood. And then Oakwood hospital psychologically tortured me for over a year starting in 1988. I still don't know why. But it seems to teach me a sick moral lesson of how the mental health industry can do that to people in Michigan and there is little or nothing they can do. Like that blind, crippled woman Evalyn, like I said. And then since 2011 my legal guardian Eric and Dr. Keon Chang of Westland have been secretly medicating me, raising my dose of Olanzapine, all while it was damaging me and leading to permanent effects I will be dealing with for the rest of my life. All while Wayne County Probate Court, and now that commission for police complaints that I recently got the letter from, tell me my case doesn't exist. The damage is imaginary, the financial costs I will face someday is imaginary, so is my shortened lifespan, and all the years I've lost to years of abuse. Years of abuse that couldn't have ended tragically on more than one occasion, thanks to that attitude.

Well, I could go on. But I think I will leave it there. But I want accountability as I said. If the statute of limitations hasn't run out I want all involved, including Eric, to face the strongest legal penalty possible. And to pay me full damages for all that I will need now for the rest of my life. With special emphasis on the car, my independence and my safety and medical consent. Since that is what this has been all about right from the start like I've said. And the rest of the people above from St. Scholastica grade school and the rest, who have moved comfortably, thinking that they had left me in dust long ago. I want some accountability there too. Whatever is possible. Certainly that they be exposed, so people know what kind of people they are and what they are capable of. And I think they should at least lose their jobs. And whatever other financial assets that could be taken from them, now that civil action is not possible. And maybe like I said early on, their wives should consider divorcing them. Unless they like being married to people like that.