My Email to Melissa Nguyen Horton, if not for Posterity, then for the price of my damn domain

Most of my readers know this story already, but, outside of the  glaring evidentiary abuses I've been subject to which cry out for a public housing attorney, this is another form of summarizing my helplessness, as spurring Presby to transfer me may make things worse than they are:

Melissa,

I have a few things to convey, then I am finished.

1. Presbyterian Homes Inc is a large, northeast based, elderly housing Protestant corporation, and they have been my landlord, under HUD section 811 202 since I was 23 years old, in two public housing units 15 minutes apart. The first location was Diamond Park, which, on a bad day, might be comparable to the Watts riots. I endured 8 years of this, systemic, prolonged inner city violence.

2. The day before I was to leave my case management consulting under my former Jewish supervisor whom I elevated into superwoman, and unwisely attempted to become, I was attacked by an African American grandson who looked like King Kong on angel dust. This happened because the exterminator was due any minute, and the gorilla addict said he was with the water department.

a. I have a difficult time writing about, or discussing this without having a traumatic response, and while I did not actually apply to law school, I feel I have a case against Presbyterian Homes for negligence. My relationship with their staff, their elderly tenants, has been one of hostile, constant tension. The current manager threatened me, through circumscribed procedure, with the threat of legal proceedings to commit me to a home, and eventually, Presbyterian Homes will probably win this battle.

3. Many reasonable people ask why I am not in intensive therapy with a pharmaceutical cocktail:
a). I tried.
b) Psychiatrists do not know enough about brain lesions and SSRI interaction, and I have witnessed former clients with cerebral palsy die from anti-anxiety dosages; my stress now is undoubtedly doing the same for me.

Why am I telling you this? I sort of get that you and Mike see yourself as incubators for those of us who see aggressive responses as justified for lifelong regimentation and unhappiness. In my case, also periods of acute and intensive suffering. I read part of Sunshine's post about her battle to cure herself, and I am presuming her block, after her attempt to defend Mark, and my rhetorical anger in relation to his testicles, was her way of saying "getting well takes work."

I cannot get well. No quadriplegic who has lived the stigma, terror, abuse, medical model brutality can, as I have -- but what I can do is mitigate the fact that my response to my pain is primarily illegal. Yabberz has already sucked  me in to personal frictions I don't need, and I also don't want to feel hurt about bans, aside from which, you didn't have any crip voices out there but mine, and cancerous epileptics are only a subset.

I am not an entirely blameless martyr, and should have thrown my energies into an appropriate relocation after 05 while I still had my money market. I did try, but not hard enough, and now it is all but pointless. The method to your madness doesn't work for us all, and it will not work for me. I blocked Yabberz about an hour ago, nothing personal. I don't need an Asian American den mother whose reticence leads by example. As you chicks like to say, however, "Namaste."
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This doesn't mean I don't admire the equanimity of a travel journalist and Forbes writer like  Ann Tran, who manages half a million followers, myself among them, at last count.