MyPTSD

I can remember being around 13-14 and riding a dirt bike all over the streets of SW side of Chicago near Marquette park. Everyone had mini-bikes etc. I had a 1983 Suzuki TS185 two stroke! It was super fast. Getting chased by the police was something we did for fun.

So one day I had roughly 6 squads chasing me. I was heading towards the railroad tracks to escape and the police were on the speaker saying “you better not stop, because we're going to run you over!!”

Just then I slide around a “T” shape intersection like fukin Steve McQueen!! And the squad went sliding into a fence!! I escaped.

I can remember being in 4th or 5th grade at Eberhardt elementary school in Chicago near 65th and St Louis. Where my brother and I were attending.

My brother was being bullied by several kids during recess and I saw it. I was ¼ of their size and I jumped on one of them and started punching as hard as I could!!! But they just kicked me off like a small dog.

This happened many times. My brother went through electric shock therapy which was very rudimentary! Writing this one brings me to tears. And the fact that my brother doesn't remember it, cuts me deeply. But it's not his fault, the electric shock wiped all those memories...

I can remember being 25-27 and driving to gun range in Lyons IL. I was stopped by Chicago police.

The officer approached my brand new black Ford splash ranger truck. Then started asking me “don't you remember me? I remember you mother fucker!” I am dumbfounded and have no idea who he is?

He then told me to exit the vehicle and I noticed him starting to put on leather gloves. One I got out he immediately punched me in the face! I fell to the ground immediately! I just kept pleading with him that he had the wrong guy!!

Now he starts to search the truck so I told him I was on my way to the gun range and that the gun was in a locked case in truck bed which was also locked. The ammunition and gun clip was in locked glove compartment. This by the book legal way of transporting a firearm.

The officer then wrote up the arrest report as when he walked up to truck he immediately noticed a loaded handgun on my front seat. 100% lie. I paid a great lawyer and walked right out of court.

I can remember being in freshman year of highschool at Hubbard in Chicago. I was walking home at the end of day with hundreds of other kids just let out.

Roughly 20 of us are standing at 63rd and Hamlin waiting to cross. When we hear a siren from Chicago police car who is chasing a car that had just robbed a jewelry store.

I'm standing to the right of a light post while there is a girl less than two feet away from me on other side of pole when the police car swerves and crashes directly into the girl next to me, pinning her leg against the pole. Blood had shot all over me. The cop didn't pull back, he left her pinned while 50 of us were screaming at him to back off which he finally did! Felt like forever! She lost her leg!

When I went home and told my parents, my mother was more worried about washing my blood stained clothes than talking to me about what happened.