Hey all, Many people love to go camping. We get away from the grind and have a little R&R. They can be memories for a lifetime.
The boy was about 9 years old and it was summertime. The three brothers used to camp in the backyard as many kids do. The two Younger brothers would make a "Fort" out of blankets, pieces of plywood and any thing else they could find. They loved being outdoors, their time was spent there as much as possible......... usually together. Most of the time it was just the two of them as the "Oldest" was four years older at 13. He was avoided and he wasn't welcome in the Fort. Lets just say for now that the Oldest was not sociable. Putting it nicely
All the boys were out in the backyard camping this warm summer night. The Oldest was apart from the other two in his own tent. It was a small nylon two man tent and was set up about 30 feet away from the fort. As happens with most all siblings, the Younger two had a disagreement over something, it was trivial but, boys will be boys. The disagreement was big enough to cause the"Middle" brother to leave the Fort to avoid a further physical altercation. The Oldest could hear all of this commotion and invited the "Middle" to stay with him instead of going in the house. The Middle hesitated a little because he knew that his older brother could turn on a dime and he would be in even bigger trouble. The Oldest coaxed him and told that it was no big deal and he would like to camp with him. The Middle let down his guard, after all, they were brothers. Right? How many times was it going to take for him to learn?
The Middle picked up his pillow and blanket that the Youngest tossed out of the Fort. After they had settled in the Oldest zipped up the tent door, the brothers talked a little and the Middle thought that this wasn't so bad. Then the Oldest started talking about sex. The Middle knew nothing about this and was very uncomfortable. The Oldest grabbed the Middles genitals and then exposed himself. The Oldest had gotten the Middles' naked genitals in his hand and wouldn't let go, causing the Middle a great deal of pain. He wanted the Middle to touch him and the Middle refused............... the Oldest used force to get his way. When it was over, the Oldest instructed the Middle not to tell.anyone or he would get him. He would also tell everyone it was the Middles' fault............... that he started it. The Middle eventually was let out of the tent and went in the house to his bed. It was very late. but, the kitchen door was left unlocked and the light on all night. The Middle was confused as he always was when it came to the Oldest. Why would he do this? Why did he always want to hurt me? What's wrong with me? The Middle was embarrassed, and ashamed, he knew what happened was wrong, a sin.. He felt guilty for having participated and thought that this was somehow his fault.
The Middle experienced physical abuse from the Oldest for many years. This was a standard in their house. He kept this secret for over 40 years. He still feels the same about it as he did back then..... .... sometimes still wonders what's wrong with him. In his mind he knows that it wasn't his fault but the wounded little boy some how is still with him.
The story is very personal, so no names are mentioned. I know this protects the guilty, but telling this in the third person makes it possible to tell.
Until the next time......................God Bless.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
The Beast
Hey All, It is said that you can choose your friends but you can't choose your family. Anyone can see the obvious truth in this statement and many can relate to it.
The Beast was the the "Oldest" and reportedly had the umbilical cord around his neck at birth He was a shade of blue because of this and as the story is relayed, this detail has caused many of his problems. He had failed 1st Grade and was then put into special education. The "Middle" came along 4 years after the Beast in 1961 and had the misfortune to be born into this family.. The Mother turns out to be an alcoholic and the father distances himself as far as he can from his wife without divorce. The Middle was an unwelcomed addition for the Beast. He was an only child, the center of attention since he can remember and now this thing took it all away. What about him? As far as he was concerned, he was the only one that mattered. He focused on this intruder......he would take care of him.
The first sign of trouble that the Middle can remember was when he was 2 years old. The Youngest was born in 1962 and his mother spent a lot of time with the him. The Beast took the Middle by the hand, while the mother was busy with the Youngest and took him into the living room.. The Middle was way to happy for the Oldest, he was even smiling at him now.............he was going to fix that. He stood him by the end of radiator near the door and put his hand on the Middles' forehead and and shoved. At impact, the Middle drew in a deep breath and let out a long wail because of the pain at the back of his head. The mother, baby in tow, came in the door along with her mother to see what the commotion was about. The Beast went over and stood to left rear of the mother when they came in. He had a wide smile of satisfaction on his face as the Middle had blood running from the wound on the back of his head and who could only point at him through his tears. The Middle was taken to the hospital and got stitches............this would be the beginning of a very long childhood for the Middle..................and the Youngest.
The Beast was enabled and protected by his parents and Grandparents and for many years. When he was caught doing bad things, no matter what they were...........there was no punishment. He would only be told to stop, no beatings like the others got, he was different, he didn't know anybetter. Bullshit! He tried to chop off the fingers of the Middle with a shovel, put a pin needle through a rubber dart and then shot him in the face just under his left eye. Then there were the many beatings that the Middle would receive from him over the years. Just to name a few. If he didn't know any better..........why would he alway instruct his victims not to tell? Maybe because he didn't want anyone to know of the bad things he was doing, but then he had to have known they were wrong.
I wish I could say that the Beast only attacked with in the family..............but I know of at least two events that involved people outside the family. Yes, it was abuse and these attacks were on females, you can read into this and be correct. The Mother knew about these and in one instance................. blamed the female for what happened. Way to go woman.........blame the victim....... protect that piece of crap at the expense of anyone else. The father at least could claim ignorance for these events as he remained in the dark about most of these events until his death. I have said this before..................the Beast of Norwyn Rd had no chain. no cage or master. A predator to be free to do as he wished with no fear of reprisal........................ today that piece of work would have been imprisoned. The Middle has great shame that people know he is related to the Beast.................................he's thankful for the friends that he has chosen and to the friends that have chosen him........................ you are more precious than gold.
Until Next time.........................God Bless.
The Beast was the the "Oldest" and reportedly had the umbilical cord around his neck at birth He was a shade of blue because of this and as the story is relayed, this detail has caused many of his problems. He had failed 1st Grade and was then put into special education. The "Middle" came along 4 years after the Beast in 1961 and had the misfortune to be born into this family.. The Mother turns out to be an alcoholic and the father distances himself as far as he can from his wife without divorce. The Middle was an unwelcomed addition for the Beast. He was an only child, the center of attention since he can remember and now this thing took it all away. What about him? As far as he was concerned, he was the only one that mattered. He focused on this intruder......he would take care of him.
The first sign of trouble that the Middle can remember was when he was 2 years old. The Youngest was born in 1962 and his mother spent a lot of time with the him. The Beast took the Middle by the hand, while the mother was busy with the Youngest and took him into the living room.. The Middle was way to happy for the Oldest, he was even smiling at him now.............he was going to fix that. He stood him by the end of radiator near the door and put his hand on the Middles' forehead and and shoved. At impact, the Middle drew in a deep breath and let out a long wail because of the pain at the back of his head. The mother, baby in tow, came in the door along with her mother to see what the commotion was about. The Beast went over and stood to left rear of the mother when they came in. He had a wide smile of satisfaction on his face as the Middle had blood running from the wound on the back of his head and who could only point at him through his tears. The Middle was taken to the hospital and got stitches............this would be the beginning of a very long childhood for the Middle..................and the Youngest.
The Beast was enabled and protected by his parents and Grandparents and for many years. When he was caught doing bad things, no matter what they were...........there was no punishment. He would only be told to stop, no beatings like the others got, he was different, he didn't know anybetter. Bullshit! He tried to chop off the fingers of the Middle with a shovel, put a pin needle through a rubber dart and then shot him in the face just under his left eye. Then there were the many beatings that the Middle would receive from him over the years. Just to name a few. If he didn't know any better..........why would he alway instruct his victims not to tell? Maybe because he didn't want anyone to know of the bad things he was doing, but then he had to have known they were wrong.
I wish I could say that the Beast only attacked with in the family..............but I know of at least two events that involved people outside the family. Yes, it was abuse and these attacks were on females, you can read into this and be correct. The Mother knew about these and in one instance................. blamed the female for what happened. Way to go woman.........blame the victim....... protect that piece of crap at the expense of anyone else. The father at least could claim ignorance for these events as he remained in the dark about most of these events until his death. I have said this before..................the Beast of Norwyn Rd had no chain. no cage or master. A predator to be free to do as he wished with no fear of reprisal........................ today that piece of work would have been imprisoned. The Middle has great shame that people know he is related to the Beast.................................he's thankful for the friends that he has chosen and to the friends that have chosen him........................ you are more precious than gold.
Until Next time.........................God Bless.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Broken Trust.
Hey all, When I was 13 years old, I lived with my grandparents in Glenside for the duration of the 8th grade. It was lonely at first but as I made new friends in their neighborhood.and settled into my new surroundings. Shortly after coming to live there, the first friend I made was the "girl next door". I was very backwards when it came to girls, not having any sisters and living some what of an isolated life. I didn't have the slightest idea how to even talk to a girl. They were like aliens to me.........maybe from venus.
She was a very pretty girl and it didn't take me long to have a crush on her. On her part I was just a friend. She lived with her Mom and didn't see her Dad. Her Mom worked a full time job, so she had time after school to herself until her Mom got home. We were the same age and she was physically developed for her age. She also had a secret life of her own. She smoked and dated 18 year olds. I never told anyone.
On one day she had a girlfriend over along with two 18 year old boys. We all sat on the front porch and played card games and talked. My friend was flirting with the boys and would make insinuations.of a sexual nature when things took a turn and they took her inside the house by force. They were still all laughing but I felt uncomfortable as she was struggling pretty hard. They got inside and locked the screen door. There was a lot of screaming by her coming from inside. The other girl just sat there staring at the street with tears welled up in the corner of her eyes. I realized then that this could be serious. I went to the door and watched as she struggled to free herself as they tried to drag her to the back of the house. She managed to get free and get to the screen door and unlock it but was caught again and taken to the back of the house. I wasn't sure what to do. By this time I was 14, they were 18 and there was two of them. I was scared, but, I decided that worse that could happen was that they would beat the crap out of me and since I was accustomed to this at home, one more time wouldn't make a difference. She was still screaming when I went inside and found them trying to get her on the floor. When they saw me they told me to get out or they would make me leave and I would get hurt. I told them to let her go and that they couldn't hurt me any worse than I got it at home and .......... I wasn't leaving. They didn't think to long about it and they let her go, leaving within minutes. I still don't know if this was playing or for real.
Some time after, I revaled to my friend about how my life was at home. It was my secret.......my private pain and embarrassment. I told her about my alcoholic Mom and some of the things that happened in that house. We knew each others secrets.
A few days later it was dinner time at my grandparents house. We all sat down and Grandpopop said grace over our meal as he always did. It immediately went sour after that. My Grandfather was silent but Grandmom lit right into me. How could I talk about my Mother that way! I was a liar! My ears were red and burning as I sat and listened to my Grandmother chew me out. My Mother was a saint and my Father was no damn good and she wanted to make sure I understood that.. When I got a chance to speak, I told them that what I said was true...................... whether they believed it or not. Which only led to more yelling from Grandmom. After dinner I went to my room and cried as quietly as I could.
I was informed that my friend told her Mom and that they both talked to my Grandparents. At the end of it all, my "friend" believed that I lied and since this related so closely with her events with her Dad............she looked down on me after that. We weren't much of friends from then on.. I was felt so betrayed.........I told my most personal secret and not only was my confidence broken , but, I was shamed by my Grandmother and rejected as a friend. I never revealed any of my friends secrets to anyone back then. I only retreated further back into my soul as I learned yet another example of broken trust from someone I cared about and again by another female. I was backwards about male/female relationships for a long time.
I left my "friends" name out of this story out of respect for her privacy. I came to understand how this could have happened and how she felt and harbor no ill will. Things happen and this...............was just another day.
Until next time.......................God Bless
She was a very pretty girl and it didn't take me long to have a crush on her. On her part I was just a friend. She lived with her Mom and didn't see her Dad. Her Mom worked a full time job, so she had time after school to herself until her Mom got home. We were the same age and she was physically developed for her age. She also had a secret life of her own. She smoked and dated 18 year olds. I never told anyone.
On one day she had a girlfriend over along with two 18 year old boys. We all sat on the front porch and played card games and talked. My friend was flirting with the boys and would make insinuations.of a sexual nature when things took a turn and they took her inside the house by force. They were still all laughing but I felt uncomfortable as she was struggling pretty hard. They got inside and locked the screen door. There was a lot of screaming by her coming from inside. The other girl just sat there staring at the street with tears welled up in the corner of her eyes. I realized then that this could be serious. I went to the door and watched as she struggled to free herself as they tried to drag her to the back of the house. She managed to get free and get to the screen door and unlock it but was caught again and taken to the back of the house. I wasn't sure what to do. By this time I was 14, they were 18 and there was two of them. I was scared, but, I decided that worse that could happen was that they would beat the crap out of me and since I was accustomed to this at home, one more time wouldn't make a difference. She was still screaming when I went inside and found them trying to get her on the floor. When they saw me they told me to get out or they would make me leave and I would get hurt. I told them to let her go and that they couldn't hurt me any worse than I got it at home and .......... I wasn't leaving. They didn't think to long about it and they let her go, leaving within minutes. I still don't know if this was playing or for real.
Some time after, I revaled to my friend about how my life was at home. It was my secret.......my private pain and embarrassment. I told her about my alcoholic Mom and some of the things that happened in that house. We knew each others secrets.
A few days later it was dinner time at my grandparents house. We all sat down and Grandpopop said grace over our meal as he always did. It immediately went sour after that. My Grandfather was silent but Grandmom lit right into me. How could I talk about my Mother that way! I was a liar! My ears were red and burning as I sat and listened to my Grandmother chew me out. My Mother was a saint and my Father was no damn good and she wanted to make sure I understood that.. When I got a chance to speak, I told them that what I said was true...................... whether they believed it or not. Which only led to more yelling from Grandmom. After dinner I went to my room and cried as quietly as I could.
I was informed that my friend told her Mom and that they both talked to my Grandparents. At the end of it all, my "friend" believed that I lied and since this related so closely with her events with her Dad............she looked down on me after that. We weren't much of friends from then on.. I was felt so betrayed.........I told my most personal secret and not only was my confidence broken , but, I was shamed by my Grandmother and rejected as a friend. I never revealed any of my friends secrets to anyone back then. I only retreated further back into my soul as I learned yet another example of broken trust from someone I cared about and again by another female. I was backwards about male/female relationships for a long time.
I left my "friends" name out of this story out of respect for her privacy. I came to understand how this could have happened and how she felt and harbor no ill will. Things happen and this...............was just another day.
Until next time.......................God Bless
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