Where Things Stand.

And like I said, I am not playing that sick game anymore. Where people abuse me and violate my rights and harass me. Do all of those things in worst ways than they ever would to anyone else, and I haven't even done anything wrong. Do all those things and then blame me or try to restrict my rights when it drives me to suicide. I am going to take a very proactive approach with that. When I was in Sinai-Grace hospital in 2004 I chose not to say it. I am never making that mistake again. I am going to go into detail about everything everyone is doing to me. Everything and whoever is doing it. My doctors, the mental health workers, the police, whoever. Always with attention to verifiable detail and dates and time. Take July 22 last summer. I was just relaxing at home settling down for a nice evening. And then I was taken forcible to the hospital. There was no reason, there couldn't possibly be a reason, and there was none given. All this time later it was never explained. I know it supposedly involved some misconception they had about me and food safety. But why did they have to do it like that? And who order that horrible thing? All this time later I still don't know. And now I know. I know that even if I am stable, even if everything is going right, even if I am just relaxing, even if it's not necessary. And then when I least suspect it that can happen. It is the kind of thing that could lead to irrational thoughts and worry that could lead again to a suicide attempt. But next time I am going to be proactive as I said, and plainly put blame where it belongs. And I am not sick because I don't like being abused. So I better not find myself in the hospital or any other place I don't want to be ever again. I am not sick, the people who do things like that to me are. Morally sick.