This picture is a poster child of lazy eye, and its a problem that lead to victimization. My mother was a Tompkins, descendant of Daniel D. Tompkins. My Pop (Grandfather) Was Groom supervisor on the Rockefeller Estate in Pocantico Hills NY just East of Sleepy Hollow NY where they also had an estate. As the boss he had a house to live in while the 15 or so grooms had a bunkhouse. So my mom was like a spoiled rich kid without the rich. She dropped out of 3rd year of Psych school at the age of 22 and eloped with my father Antonio Harvey Joseph Marie Roy (French and their name clumping. who was apparently an open mic singer. They became drunkards and he was violent (As were all the men in mom's life except the last) Oldest sister was born while mom was still 22, next sister was when she was 24, and I was born when she was 25.
It seems that daddy was tired of having kids by the time mom was pregnant with me and punched her in the belly, which is were my lazy eye came from I weighed 4 Lbs 5 oz and born at 7 months. I was lucky the little girl born 361 days after me was 2 lbs 5 oz and lived 4 days. My mom had named her Toni (Female version of Tony) she said so that he would never forget what he'd done... End of long winded lazy eye origins wall of text...
At age 5 my mom met and married Husband 2, He worked at Martin Marietta in Orlando, but got a job in St. Louis at Proctor and Gamble and moved us there. We only stayed 3 months, and I don't remember much besides this idiot giving me a bath... Mom moved us back to Orlando, leaving him. Fast forward a few violent boyfriends...
My mom's next husband was just common law, and my mother had run away with him when I was 6 dumping us off and Gram and Pop's until I was 10 when they made their grand appearance in our lives. They were drunk buddies with a couple who lived in a Trailer on a dirt road, a holdout in part of town that became uppity 10 years later. This lady had her husband convinced he dropped the bomb in Japan. These people wanted a child and tried to buy me from my mom and bribe me with a pickle jar of coins no pennies. Mom didn't sell me, but they still hung out with them. Later on the lady was in the news because they got a kid named Mark and he wasn't in school so they got in trouble for that... There was no mention of sex abuse and I didn't remember any, but then maybe Mark was sexually abused.
I was also abused when I was 12 by 2 more culprits, but that's for another post. I was lucky in that I never was penetrated like Teddybear in Sound of Freedom... It seems I attracted the types who were into doing things to me and only halfheartedly tried doing anything to me for their own pleasures.
These people need ripped out root and stem (GOT saying)
Right, these creeps know how to seek out the vulnerable. We need to stop this! In the Philippines they sometimes salvage someone, extrajudicially. IE. The police or relatives deal with a culprit personally.
The last President in the Philippines killed quite a few Drug Dealers, and some Users who wouldn't stop using. In my wife's Barangay the users quit in fear, out of 30 1 resumed drugs. They gave them counseling oddly a year or so later. They made them sign confession when they got arrested. Then the police would observe them at any time. Obama blew the death count out of proportion, but they did kill thousands...
Thank you for sharing your story, I agree the it needs to be talked about and exposed to the light. Your courage is astounding and I am humbled by your upbringing. At 17 I thought my parents were awful, horrible parents, I had it so, so good & was too entitled to know it. I pray you have healing and peace. Thank you for giving a voice to the victims of this horrible evil in our world that never had a chance to speak of it.
Thanks for the kind words... Until I worked at a hotel with a bar, I had a phobia against being around people drinking booze. At that hotel I learned that most people don't get as drunk as possible and go blackout drunk.
I watched the worst abuser get beat up at the store and didn't try and get help for him. He could really abuse my mom. It was very satisfying watching him get beat up.
I imagine it felt convicting to watch him receive some of the abuse he doled out. I'm just very humbled by your matter of fact way of describing such horrific events, I understand that sometimes the cycle of abuse is broken. I'm thankful your cycle ended with your past and hope your voice now can help others who are abused now. So many are and we don't understand it fully, but stories like yours make it hard to ignore and turn a blind eye.
Everclear has a song Father of Mine, a verse that describes how children of abusive men feel.
I will never be safe
I will never be sane
I will always be weird inside
I will always be lame
Now I'm a grown man
With a child of my own
And I swear, I'll never let her know
All the pain I have known
I know the song, and I wish you didn't feel so weird inside, but I hope you know, your biggest fan is your daughter and breaking that chain of abuse was an incredible feat! It's ok to share your story with her at some point in time, you have no reason hide it, none of it was your fault, you had some seriously shitty parenting and were around awful adults because of it. Your daughter may understand you a little better and love you even more if she knows what you suffered and conquered. Saying that, there are things I've never shared with my children too, I don't want them to hurt knowing I was hurt, so I do understand your point.
Er... No kids, my first wife had a tubal ligation and my wife now was at about the age when having a baby would be a bad idea, she was 42 almost 43 when we married and I was 53. She has a grown up son and we have our first and probably only grandkid. My wife is Pinoy (Filipino). I was only meeting disaster life types in USA...
My mom was a drunk and irresponsible and very bad at choosing men. My oldest sister was less traumatized as she lived with Pop and Gram since aged 5, very smart but lived a cat lady life. A retired teacher, but she lived a filthy house life. Picture cat poop everywhere..
The middle kid, a sister as well was more traumatized, became a drunk, but unlike mom, she was violent. The bad bad guy chased her down the street naked when she was 12 (I was 11) I never knew about it until an adult. My mom lived in denial about that then. She and my sister had a fight.
We are part nature (Genetics) and part nurture (Environmental) I love singing now like dad, and I'm a good money manager, that's from my moms financial disasters. I haven't been broke since I was a kid. So I avoided booze for the most part so as not to become the monster.
ADHD and PTSD self-diagnosed, I self-medicated smoking weed... Never had any help... I street council here and there. If I see a woman who is being battered and has kids, I tell them stories from my life, hoping to wake them up to the damage to the kids. If I talk to someone in a dead end job, I also share how I only had low level jobs and never a career. I used to recommend Military, Collage, or trade school. Nowadays I only say trade school... I focus on talking about the WEF Globalist genocide and all the other issues we are facing, these days.
Proof that if you want to, you can conquer the evil and nit only survive, but be the change you want to see in the world.
Sir, I can't think of a finer example than you. Against all odds, you persevered and have come to a place of taking care of yourself, avoiding negative influences and having your own family, the way it grew is not important, that you have one is what matters. Love them hard, and thank you for trying to help others that you see suffering from the same evils you did. If we can't help each other, we have no business being here ❤️
This picture is a poster child of lazy eye, and its a problem that lead to victimization. My mother was a Tompkins, descendant of Daniel D. Tompkins. My Pop (Grandfather) Was Groom supervisor on the Rockefeller Estate in Pocantico Hills NY just East of Sleepy Hollow NY where they also had an estate. As the boss he had a house to live in while the 15 or so grooms had a bunkhouse. So my mom was like a spoiled rich kid without the rich. She dropped out of 3rd year of Psych school at the age of 22 and eloped with my father Antonio Harvey Joseph Marie Roy (French and their name clumping. who was apparently an open mic singer. They became drunkards and he was violent (As were all the men in mom's life except the last) Oldest sister was born while mom was still 22, next sister was when she was 24, and I was born when she was 25.
It seems that daddy was tired of having kids by the time mom was pregnant with me and punched her in the belly, which is were my lazy eye came from I weighed 4 Lbs 5 oz and born at 7 months. I was lucky the little girl born 361 days after me was 2 lbs 5 oz and lived 4 days. My mom had named her Toni (Female version of Tony) she said so that he would never forget what he'd done... End of long winded lazy eye origins wall of text...
At age 5 my mom met and married Husband 2, He worked at Martin Marietta in Orlando, but got a job in St. Louis at Proctor and Gamble and moved us there. We only stayed 3 months, and I don't remember much besides this idiot giving me a bath... Mom moved us back to Orlando, leaving him. Fast forward a few violent boyfriends...
My mom's next husband was just common law, and my mother had run away with him when I was 6 dumping us off and Gram and Pop's until I was 10 when they made their grand appearance in our lives. They were drunk buddies with a couple who lived in a Trailer on a dirt road, a holdout in part of town that became uppity 10 years later. This lady had her husband convinced he dropped the bomb in Japan. These people wanted a child and tried to buy me from my mom and bribe me with a pickle jar of coins no pennies. Mom didn't sell me, but they still hung out with them. Later on the lady was in the news because they got a kid named Mark and he wasn't in school so they got in trouble for that... There was no mention of sex abuse and I didn't remember any, but then maybe Mark was sexually abused.
I was also abused when I was 12 by 2 more culprits, but that's for another post. I was lucky in that I never was penetrated like Teddybear in Sound of Freedom... It seems I attracted the types who were into doing things to me and only halfheartedly tried doing anything to me for their own pleasures.
These people need ripped out root and stem (GOT saying)
Thank you for sharing your story. Some people have no idea of how prevalent this is. Bringing this evil into the daylight will help to end it.
Right, these creeps know how to seek out the vulnerable. We need to stop this! In the Philippines they sometimes salvage someone, extrajudicially. IE. The police or relatives deal with a culprit personally.
The last President in the Philippines killed quite a few Drug Dealers, and some Users who wouldn't stop using. In my wife's Barangay the users quit in fear, out of 30 1 resumed drugs. They gave them counseling oddly a year or so later. They made them sign confession when they got arrested. Then the police would observe them at any time. Obama blew the death count out of proportion, but they did kill thousands...
Much respect and love for your courage to speak up about your life while growing up.❤️
Awesome story! Why isn't this pinned?
In the title I said aged 2 when I meant 10, odd typo of mine.
Thank you for sharing your story, I agree the it needs to be talked about and exposed to the light. Your courage is astounding and I am humbled by your upbringing. At 17 I thought my parents were awful, horrible parents, I had it so, so good & was too entitled to know it. I pray you have healing and peace. Thank you for giving a voice to the victims of this horrible evil in our world that never had a chance to speak of it.
Thanks for the kind words... Until I worked at a hotel with a bar, I had a phobia against being around people drinking booze. At that hotel I learned that most people don't get as drunk as possible and go blackout drunk.
I watched the worst abuser get beat up at the store and didn't try and get help for him. He could really abuse my mom. It was very satisfying watching him get beat up.
I imagine it felt convicting to watch him receive some of the abuse he doled out. I'm just very humbled by your matter of fact way of describing such horrific events, I understand that sometimes the cycle of abuse is broken. I'm thankful your cycle ended with your past and hope your voice now can help others who are abused now. So many are and we don't understand it fully, but stories like yours make it hard to ignore and turn a blind eye.
Everclear has a song Father of Mine, a verse that describes how children of abusive men feel.
I will never be safe I will never be sane I will always be weird inside I will always be lame Now I'm a grown man With a child of my own And I swear, I'll never let her know All the pain I have known
I know the song, and I wish you didn't feel so weird inside, but I hope you know, your biggest fan is your daughter and breaking that chain of abuse was an incredible feat! It's ok to share your story with her at some point in time, you have no reason hide it, none of it was your fault, you had some seriously shitty parenting and were around awful adults because of it. Your daughter may understand you a little better and love you even more if she knows what you suffered and conquered. Saying that, there are things I've never shared with my children too, I don't want them to hurt knowing I was hurt, so I do understand your point.
Er... No kids, my first wife had a tubal ligation and my wife now was at about the age when having a baby would be a bad idea, she was 42 almost 43 when we married and I was 53. She has a grown up son and we have our first and probably only grandkid. My wife is Pinoy (Filipino). I was only meeting disaster life types in USA...
My mom was a drunk and irresponsible and very bad at choosing men. My oldest sister was less traumatized as she lived with Pop and Gram since aged 5, very smart but lived a cat lady life. A retired teacher, but she lived a filthy house life. Picture cat poop everywhere..
The middle kid, a sister as well was more traumatized, became a drunk, but unlike mom, she was violent. The bad bad guy chased her down the street naked when she was 12 (I was 11) I never knew about it until an adult. My mom lived in denial about that then. She and my sister had a fight.
We are part nature (Genetics) and part nurture (Environmental) I love singing now like dad, and I'm a good money manager, that's from my moms financial disasters. I haven't been broke since I was a kid. So I avoided booze for the most part so as not to become the monster.
ADHD and PTSD self-diagnosed, I self-medicated smoking weed... Never had any help... I street council here and there. If I see a woman who is being battered and has kids, I tell them stories from my life, hoping to wake them up to the damage to the kids. If I talk to someone in a dead end job, I also share how I only had low level jobs and never a career. I used to recommend Military, Collage, or trade school. Nowadays I only say trade school... I focus on talking about the WEF Globalist genocide and all the other issues we are facing, these days.
Proof that if you want to, you can conquer the evil and nit only survive, but be the change you want to see in the world. Sir, I can't think of a finer example than you. Against all odds, you persevered and have come to a place of taking care of yourself, avoiding negative influences and having your own family, the way it grew is not important, that you have one is what matters. Love them hard, and thank you for trying to help others that you see suffering from the same evils you did. If we can't help each other, we have no business being here ❤️
Kind words, thank you.
Waves. 8)