Page last updated:
It was requested by Law Enforcement that I keep a log, perhaps due to the fact that reporting crime has become dangerous, and because many people have died, or been silenced while trying to do so. Most of this work was written to protect and defend my children, but I can only share what I've been told to do, and document the outcomes of these strategies in the hope that they will work others as well. Adaptations that we are currently unfamiliar with may develop from our ongoing reports, and I believe we will see through the adversity regardless of how fowl the obstructions of justice may become. You'll find the core teaching at: People Teaching Spiritual Survival Skills.
1962-1964: Sex conduct ends my parents marriage. I adapt to pressures I don't understand, ear aches lead to surgery etc. I remember taking comfort from my Mother in her rocking chair, but am compounded by knowledge of the fact that it was her sex conduct that may have disturbed me (A calypso singer comforted my Mother during their stay in the islands).
1968-69: My Step-Father tickles around the neck and chokes us when we laughed. We had to kiss his likeness of a black man before going to bed (He used his tongue and upper lip to create the impression of fat lips and required us to kiss him before going to bed).
1969-71: When digging out my Scoutmaster's basement by hand, working on the Farm during the summers and shingling the roof at home, my Step-Father introduces me to beer. "Work like a man, drink like a man" he'd say, and I was proud of my new privilege.
1970-72: My Step-Father displays his erection in front us while working on my Uncle's farm. While I don't remember what happened after the initial shock of the incident, we prayed the Rosary that night, and I took my reports of that incident and others to therapy.
Sometime between 1973-75: Required to provide a colonic to my litte brother. While it was an unpleasant task after work and I was already tired, he had no shame in the matter (he said: "Mom always does this for me."), and I promptly forgot about it.
1975: Required to strip in the mudroom before going to my room.
1975: Approached from behind by my Step-Father with an erection while putting my dirty clothes in the laundry.
1975/76: Watched by my step-father through my bedroom window while masturbating.
1975/76: Interrogated by my Step-Father repeatedly asking "why do you leave the lights on?" (presumably to fault me for his prying eye).
Summer 1975: Felt up by my boss while working on the sod farm (perhaps to determine what, if anything, was untoward about my brother's colonic).
1976: Beaten by the side-kick of the 'boss' who felt me up.
Summer 1978: Lost all my belongings when I returned home for a weekend with the family (The thief defecated in my hardhat, and wiped with one of my socks).
Summer 1979 or so: Discussed concerns about my Step-Father with my Uncle (his brother a Catholic Priest), and he motioned with his eyes an invitation to join him in my bed.
Fall 1981 or so: Medicated on tranquilizers and home from College, I was asked to keep an eye on my brother while my parents were out. Before leaving, my Mother asked me to make sure to get him to bed by 10:30. When he refused to do so, I struck him to enforce mother's order.
1984/87: Placed in an apartment with an HIV infected person. When hospitalized by recurring trauma, a biohazard sign is hung on my door. The resulting conflicts lead to an extremely negative diagnosis.
1989: My child is removed from her mother at birth in July of 1989. While trying to adjudicate parental rights, a witness at the county court said I would 'cut her ears off'. And, after returning from the hospital my partner (and my daughter's mother) told me that an Officer told her that 'white stuff' was found her sometime during the hospital stay.
1990: Committed while trying to secure our daughter's return after the County's removal from her mother.
1994: Sued for child support by the mother of my second daughter in a County by long-arm petition from my Home town County Court.
1996: Am organized in an effort to close a Hospital by ending county based referrals for the death of 3 patients due to improper use of restraints.
1993-1997: Because my reports to Medical Personel fell on deaf ears, I sought help from my own family. One of my children was aborted, another abused by a visitor in her home, and the third is adapting with a sex change.
1996: Recruited to work as Self Advocacy Coordinator defending patients in facilities for the Criminally Insane and Gravely Disabled, to bring Problem Solving Training and Peer/Self Advocacy to committed patients.
October 1998: Encountered a Hate Crime Scene while traveling back to deal with my daughters confessions about questionable permissions in her home.