The Monsters we Create
One of my Readers once asked me , how do I get Centered to start writing. I told him that most of my Blogs are created in my Head as I go about the Business of Living. Situations I encountered, People I meet or just Daily Occurrences around me. For instance today one of Dr Phill’s Guest were a Teenager whose Mother was in Jail for Animal Cruelty. The Woman is said to be a good Mother who involved herself in School and Parent Teacher activities. One Day while punishing her fourteen years old Son for not doing his Homework among other things. She placed his Hamster in a Plastic Bag, gave him a Hammer and ordered her Son to Kill it. Now I ask you since when does Parenting comes to training your Children to kill. I have always held the Contention that Children who start out killing Lizards and small Animals graduated to People. So there you have the motivation for this Blog people creating Monsters in the way they Handle Children. The problems they create for Society by performing mindless acts of abuse on a Child. Not having the foresight to see down the Road around the Bend what a Traumatic experience can Manufacture. My first experience of Adults abusing Children came at the age of eight. We were going through a desperate Straight, deep in Poverty, Heads below the water. My Mother was one of the hardest Working Woman I have ever met.
She raised two Boys by herself after our no good Dad ran out on us. That was actually the first act of abuse, even tho too young to see. During that period Mother spent more time in the Hospital than Home. I was sent to live with Affluent Family Members whose Children were in College. My Father- in law thought that College made Fools of those without Common Sense. Here I was eight years old and just about starving. One Day I went to the Refrigerator and help myself to a Delicacy I didn’t have at Home, Milk. My Cousin the College Man observed me drinking the Milk. This Idiot took off his Belt, equivalent to a Barber’s Razor Strap, three inches wide. He beat me like a Jockey trying to get his Horse to the Wire, all the time calling me a Thief. At eight years old I considered Murder in Retaliation. In the County Government where I work as a Contractor, we have an eight years old awaiting Trial for the attempted Murder of his Sister. Also a nine years old awaiting Trial for Stabbing his Grandmother to Death. Take Head People, be careful of the Monsters you create. Siblings and Children in general are brutal punishers. Many times Parents cast a Blind Eye, or just think that its just Sibling rivalry. Many times the Tormentors have deep Rooted Hate and resentment for the Recipient of their Wrought. The following Blog is from My early Collection, I thought it was perfect for this Train of Thought and needed to be re- Blogged.
Mothers are supposed to be our protectors, our Guardian Angels. Julie however did not see it that way. When she was young she fell in love with an older Man, suave and debonair, also well to do, but a Player nonetheless, she was totally overwhelmed by his charms. Women are so foolish when it comes to that type of thing, they are so easily played. If I was a woman and a Man turned on the charm on me like that, to the point where I was helpless and could not say no to his Casanova’s suave style. That would set off a red light in my Mind, that this Guy could charm a Hooker out of her hard earned money, and instead pay him for his services. Some Guys are just that good, most young Women have no defenses to a man like that. Julie was a sucker for his charms, she crumbled and had a child for him.
Did not take long for her to realize that she was taken for a ride and that this Man was a formidable Player, and that she wasn’t the first and by no means the last. Some Guys think that it is a form of conquest to have a whole lot of kids with different Women, sort of like a Sheikh and his Harem. Julie’s Heart was shattered, but the Child she had for him kept her Heart happy that she had something of his, that one day may bring him back. All this Child was to her was a Memorabilia of someone she would never have. She spoiled the Child rotten, never setting limitations or Boundaries. The Child grow wild and out of control, a ticking Time Bomb. Nine years went by Julie met another Man got married and had a child. Bad mistake, for nine years it was only the two of them, the Kid was quite satisfied with the way things were, no one else for her to share her affections with. The jealousy and resentment on his part was never masked, jealous of his new Brother and resentment of the Stepfather.
Big Brother was not up to sharing his Mother with some Half Brother, he rebelled, whined and snickered, always up in her arms where his infant Brother should be, in her Lap and in her Bed. For God’s sake what does it takes for someone to call the Child Psychologist. What is it? Am I the only one with a figurative Head on my Shoulder. Jealously was rampant in this little spoiled rotten Brat, after a while it finally hit him square in the face. Little Brother was here to stay, unless he took him out of the perfect Picture that once was, the relationship he once shared with his own personal Mom. I don’t remember when the Beatings started, I believe it was when the infant was one. This little Monster unleashed a campaign of Terror on his infant Brother. The Infant had Black Eyes, and highly visible Bruises representative of Abuse. The Baby always showed signs of fear for Big Brother, always cowering from sharp advances. Mother was as demented as son, all the time looking the other way, Daddy Chicken Shit fearing losing his beautifully Ugly new Wife refused to face the reality of what was transparent. They both neglected to put a stop to the Terror the Child was undergoing, at the hand of his Evil Step Brother. The Abuse continued for four more years before Eunuch Dad decided that Marriage or not, after cries and prompting from onlookers urged him to stand up and be a Father to his Child.
It was apparent that the Ignorant Woman chose to be Mother to only one Child, who was a constant reminder of her first Love. Without a doubt as evil as her Terroristic Son. the beating did not stop until the helpless Child ended up in the Hospital with Bowels obstruction and intestinal damage, where Big Brother had targeted his blows to avoid detection. As everyone knows that Psychopaths are clever in covering their Tracks. Am I the only one here that see a clear case of Child neglect, abuse and conspiracy, these People should be in Jail, one thing for certain, they will have to deal with their conscience and their God. Life is so ungiving, there are People out there that possess all the traits of good Parents and can’t have kids, and others that shouldn’t have a Pet, have all the Children they wanted.
My God what a Wicked World we live in, both Parents were aware of the Abuse and did nothing for four years until we threatened to expose them to the Child Welfare Department. How do these People live with themselves. Parenting does not sink to a lower level than that. This is why I can’t cast Judgement on the eight years old Child awaiting Trial in the Justice System where I work. No one knows his Situation for trying to Kill his Sister. Or the nine years old also awaiting Trial for killing his Grandmother. I would not be the Ideal Juror for either of these Cases, because I am Prejudicial to Abusers, being abused myself.