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Today I am going to start writing about all the events that have led to my struggle with PTSD. There are several pages so be sure to click next at bottom of page.
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I can remember being in kindergarten class and asking my teacher (Mrs. Fusco Eberhardt grade school in Chicago) to use the washroom. She said no go sit down. Next thing you know I'm pissing my pants.
When I get home from school I tell my father what happened as I am sobbing heavily. He is furious with the teacher and states he will be going into school with tomorrow morning to speak with the teacher.
I remember that day like it was yesterday and I am now 56 years old. My dad walked in and tore that teacher a new one!! “When my son asks to use the washroom you better let him use it!” I remember this being the first time my fathers anger was being used in my favor...
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I can remember: When I was 10-12 years old I got a brand new BMX bike. Ross Snapper II. When riding it one day down the alley of the home I grew up on SW side of Chicago near midway airport. I was approached by two older boys maybe 17-19... They started asking questions about the bike and then sucker punched me right off the bike and stole it.
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I can remember being a softmore in highschool. 16 y/o In Chicago at Hubbard high school a teacher named Frank Cunnea who once told me to leave his typing classroom into the hallway and he started yelling at me for talking in class.
Then he physically abused me by using both hands pressed against both sides of my head and lifted me off the ground at least a foot! He also used to raise his desk with his legs and slam it down to get the classes attention. He was huge at at least 6” 4'!
I never told my parents because they were both fighting over my brother and I during their divorce.
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I can remember being in 7th or 8th grade in Chicago. My older brother and I hiding behind a door listening to our parents fighting. We both had our new from Christmas Scooby Doo pajamas on. We were huddling together scared when my father had my mother pinned up against the door we were hiding behind. Then he punched a hole in the door right next to her face!
I instantly ran down to the basement were I knew there was a big butcher knife 🗡️. And waited behind the door to strike if needed!! I feel like I've been in fight or flight mode ever since. I'm now 57. He never struck her and I retreated.
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I can remember being in softmore year of highschool in Chicago, Hubbard high School. I had a music teacher named Guy Mack who would always be asking students to come do work at his house after school hours. He invited me.
I went and he sexually molested me. I've heard he was later arrested, but I have no proof or closure on this. I told my parents and they did nothing. It was basically just forgotten. But never forgotten by me.
I started using drugs and alcohol heavily at this time. Including acid, weed, mushrooms, amphetamine, cocaine. You just can't understand the SHAME that one carries around with them for a lifetime.
I'm now 57 and my mother has just blamed me for not telling her?? But I did tell you mom, you did nothing.
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I can remember Xmas eve 2015 I was asked by friends to go out for drinks. I had a strong rule to not go out on holidays. But my friends were persuasive and I went.
Little did I know one of my best friends Anthony P had tried a marijuana edible for the first time. Well I was sitting next to him at a bar and he tapped me on shoulder, I turned around and Anthony punched me in the face for absolutely no reason. He couldn't handle the edibles. He knocked out 6 teeth! Cracked bones in my face.
He was only charged with a misdemeanor when it should have been a felony. The fix was in as the bar would have lost its insurance if it was a felony. I never received a dime from Anthony P as I couldn't find an attorney to sue an individual. They only want to sue insurance companies.
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I can remember a best friend James E of Orland Park, IL in 2014 was at my house when I had two female guests coming over and he refused to leave. I forced him out of my home.
He came back the next morning to harass me and he then called the police and told them I pointed a gun at him. Effectively swating me! The swat team arrived at my apartment in oak lawn IL. I was laying face down on front lawn with assault rifles pointed at me and James E standing there laughing at me.
The charges were dropped in court because James E talked in court and came across as the bi polar nut job he is.
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I can remember being robbed at gunpoint at a ATM in oak lawn IL. It was near 101st and Cicero at around 1am. Roughly I was in my early 20's.
A girl caught my attention on the passenger side of car and when I started talking to her I felt the gun pressed up against my head. She reached in to grab my keys. While he made me show him my balance. They took $500 the maximum that could be withdrawn.
Then they left my keys at the end of the block for me to retrieve. Police did nothing.
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I can remember being in my mid 20's. Living at an apartment with garage in oak lawn IL near 102nd and Cicero.
Came home one cold winter evening to find a car parked in front of my garage with motor running and drivers door wide open.
I called oak lawn police and waited in my car 76 Buick skylark. When the officer arrived he was looking around very nervously. So I thought I would get out of car and tell him I called. But when I did, he immediately drew his gun on me!! I raised my hands and yelled “No!!!! I'm the one who called!!”
He then lowered the gun an instantly started SHAKING and yelling “OMG, I almost shot you!!” He fell to his knees shaking in anxiety. I found myself consoling him? Telling him it's okay... Why the fuck did I do that? I was the one going to die?
He stated he was a brand new officer and that the car running looked so suspicious. Never apologized.
This began my HATRED for police.
