dynologix
04-02-2009, 08:13 PM
Okay, well its going to take a long time to explain all of this information, but I am going through some extremely horrible and bad times. I hope someone can find the time to read all of this, hopefully someone knowledgeable like a doctor, but i doubt it.
My name is Jim I am 19 years old and I live in Minnesota.
Just to let everyone know before they start reading, this is the best of my knowledge, and at age 7 I was diagnosed with ADHD, BiPolar, Aspergers Sydrome, OCD, a type of Autisim and some other issues.
I am sorry i dont give exact location details, I really dont want police showing up, my life is already screwed up from them. - They are crooked here.
I grew up in St. Paul until I was 7 years of age, throughout these years I can remember some very fun activities and things that I had done with my mom. My dad was rarely in the picture, even though he lived at home. I remember he always was gone doing something, whether it was fishing, snowmobiling up north with his friends getting drunk, speed boating around with his speed boat or other fun exciting things that benfit him and or his friends, and never the family. I remember it was next to impossible for my mother or us (me and my sister Jenny) to get my dad to go to a family event, no matter what it was a birthday, funeral, or wedding. I remember my dad was very abusive when I was little. There were several times when my mother took me from the home and we stayed in a womans shelter. I remember one horrible thing that still haunts me to this day and that was when my mom told my dad it was over (when I was around 4 or 5 years old) and my mother, my sister jenny and I left to stay at the womans shelter. Well on the way he was extremely scarey, he followed us everywhere in his car, and finally tried running us off the road, and then my mom stopped by this firestation and my dad was going to attack my mom and then St. Paul Police showed up and they were going to arrest him and take him to jail for Assault and Attempt to Hurt Someone, and my mother said no hes just upset no need for that, etc and he never went to jail. Now from that point on for the next couple years it seemed like everything was fine. Also I need to mention that when I was 4 - 5 years old I was playing with my fathers new Curtis Mathes cd player and inserted some thing that did not belong in there and broke it, my dad beat the livin hell out of me, I begged for mercy and forgiveness he whipped me until i was black and blue, my mom was screaming and crying and yelling to him stop he would not, he dragged me to the other side of the house by my leg and started beating me. My mother called 911 and they came and takeled him to the ground, and arrested him and placed him in jail for Assault and Endangerment to a Child. My father was going to loose his job and be placed on strict supervised probation and my mom didnt (excuse my french) want to fuck him over. So he turned in her entire retirement for a lawyer to get him out of trouble, which she did. So that was just part of the child hood abuse, there were more abusive days, but those were the worst. Beatings and the belt were basic punishment. Not grounding or privilege loss, it was hardcore military beatings. Anyways life continued on, we moved to the East side of Minnesota, where we acquired a 5 acre property, and i had some room to have fun. While living here so many bad things have happened. The beatings have continued, and life has not gotten any better. The family (me, mom, jenny, and heather) have times where my father will physologically torture us, taking everything away, threatening us, removing cell phones and phones from the house, and giving us no option for relief of this torture. I am going to list several events that have happened while I have lived here in Lakeland, this way it can keep it simple.
THE TABLE INCIDENT
Okay, I cant quite remember everything. But a couple years ago (15 years old) , I was in an argument with my dad about something really dumb and simple. He arqued and told me I am going to be going to Jail and he was calling "wick" (wick is an officer that works within our sheriffs department) and that he was going to screw me over, etc. Well I simply handled my part of the situation using calm language like I useally do. But he was getting violent and shoved me, and I fell back. I regained my control and stood back up I then ran after him in the house and tried swinging again and hit me really hard in the chest knocking the wind out of me, I became so enraged I took him down to the ground and held him there in a choke hold. He began telling me he could not breath, i felt very bad inside that it had came to this but, he was just to out of control and I did not want to let him go. So my mom begged me "jimmy, please let him go, he says he wont do nothing to you" - you know he is a full grown adult and I was only 15 at the time and he could really hurt me, but i believed in my mom and let go, and walked away. He then ran out of my sisters room where this had happened and punched me so hard in the stomach it knocked the wind out of me again and almost knocked me out while tossing me in the air backwards toward the table, where I fell and broke our dining room table. I became so enraged I ran downstairs and grabed a hammer/mallet and came upstairs to show him a thing or two, and just then the police came running inside and handcuffed me and took me to jail.
There are so many bad things that have happened, where i have gone to jail and did nothing wrong, and been convicted of it, and much more. But please tell me what you think so far. I trying my hardest ot have the structure and disipline to sit here and type another twenty pages of my life. So please tell me what you think so far, and i will update this.
God Bless Everyone!
My name is Jim I am 19 years old and I live in Minnesota.
Just to let everyone know before they start reading, this is the best of my knowledge, and at age 7 I was diagnosed with ADHD, BiPolar, Aspergers Sydrome, OCD, a type of Autisim and some other issues.
I am sorry i dont give exact location details, I really dont want police showing up, my life is already screwed up from them. - They are crooked here.
I grew up in St. Paul until I was 7 years of age, throughout these years I can remember some very fun activities and things that I had done with my mom. My dad was rarely in the picture, even though he lived at home. I remember he always was gone doing something, whether it was fishing, snowmobiling up north with his friends getting drunk, speed boating around with his speed boat or other fun exciting things that benfit him and or his friends, and never the family. I remember it was next to impossible for my mother or us (me and my sister Jenny) to get my dad to go to a family event, no matter what it was a birthday, funeral, or wedding. I remember my dad was very abusive when I was little. There were several times when my mother took me from the home and we stayed in a womans shelter. I remember one horrible thing that still haunts me to this day and that was when my mom told my dad it was over (when I was around 4 or 5 years old) and my mother, my sister jenny and I left to stay at the womans shelter. Well on the way he was extremely scarey, he followed us everywhere in his car, and finally tried running us off the road, and then my mom stopped by this firestation and my dad was going to attack my mom and then St. Paul Police showed up and they were going to arrest him and take him to jail for Assault and Attempt to Hurt Someone, and my mother said no hes just upset no need for that, etc and he never went to jail. Now from that point on for the next couple years it seemed like everything was fine. Also I need to mention that when I was 4 - 5 years old I was playing with my fathers new Curtis Mathes cd player and inserted some thing that did not belong in there and broke it, my dad beat the livin hell out of me, I begged for mercy and forgiveness he whipped me until i was black and blue, my mom was screaming and crying and yelling to him stop he would not, he dragged me to the other side of the house by my leg and started beating me. My mother called 911 and they came and takeled him to the ground, and arrested him and placed him in jail for Assault and Endangerment to a Child. My father was going to loose his job and be placed on strict supervised probation and my mom didnt (excuse my french) want to fuck him over. So he turned in her entire retirement for a lawyer to get him out of trouble, which she did. So that was just part of the child hood abuse, there were more abusive days, but those were the worst. Beatings and the belt were basic punishment. Not grounding or privilege loss, it was hardcore military beatings. Anyways life continued on, we moved to the East side of Minnesota, where we acquired a 5 acre property, and i had some room to have fun. While living here so many bad things have happened. The beatings have continued, and life has not gotten any better. The family (me, mom, jenny, and heather) have times where my father will physologically torture us, taking everything away, threatening us, removing cell phones and phones from the house, and giving us no option for relief of this torture. I am going to list several events that have happened while I have lived here in Lakeland, this way it can keep it simple.
THE TABLE INCIDENT
Okay, I cant quite remember everything. But a couple years ago (15 years old) , I was in an argument with my dad about something really dumb and simple. He arqued and told me I am going to be going to Jail and he was calling "wick" (wick is an officer that works within our sheriffs department) and that he was going to screw me over, etc. Well I simply handled my part of the situation using calm language like I useally do. But he was getting violent and shoved me, and I fell back. I regained my control and stood back up I then ran after him in the house and tried swinging again and hit me really hard in the chest knocking the wind out of me, I became so enraged I took him down to the ground and held him there in a choke hold. He began telling me he could not breath, i felt very bad inside that it had came to this but, he was just to out of control and I did not want to let him go. So my mom begged me "jimmy, please let him go, he says he wont do nothing to you" - you know he is a full grown adult and I was only 15 at the time and he could really hurt me, but i believed in my mom and let go, and walked away. He then ran out of my sisters room where this had happened and punched me so hard in the stomach it knocked the wind out of me again and almost knocked me out while tossing me in the air backwards toward the table, where I fell and broke our dining room table. I became so enraged I ran downstairs and grabed a hammer/mallet and came upstairs to show him a thing or two, and just then the police came running inside and handcuffed me and took me to jail.
There are so many bad things that have happened, where i have gone to jail and did nothing wrong, and been convicted of it, and much more. But please tell me what you think so far. I trying my hardest ot have the structure and disipline to sit here and type another twenty pages of my life. So please tell me what you think so far, and i will update this.
God Bless Everyone!