I grew up in the fifties and sixties. Many times, I remember kids coming to school or the school yard telling us that their dad had finally come home from military service. I knew several of the kids who at times came to school or to play with big bruises on their faces. My older sister Judith, told my mom about her friend who had slept over several times, and what they had discovered at school in the gym locker room.

How her whole body was all cuts and scratches. How the area between her legs was all bruised and scabbed. We found out later that her dad had beat her numerous times before and after he forced her to have sex with him. They blamed his captivity in a Japanese prisoner concentration camp, and his tortured mental condition. He was put in jail at first, then transferred to a local mental hospital.

Kids in my neighborhood were usually at some point in time, running around with bruises or belt marks on their butts. I can remember several times showing my buddies the strap marks on my butt because I did something I was warned not to do. My dad’s dad, used a razor strap on him and his brothers and what was done to him was done to us kids. I remembered those strappings and it was a deterrent in many instances.

Many of my neighborhood friend’s parents were my mom and dad’s friends. My dad worked part-time for a bar that had dancing on Friday and Saturday nights. Many of our parents went there. My friends got their butts beat like my sisters and I did. But there were still parents that beat their kids, mostly dads, and hurt them for very minor infractions of house rules. I heard many times growing up of dads having sex with their daughters and beating them.

My dad used to take me to the bar with him on Saturday mornings to open it up. I would sit at the end of the bar and when customers, many my dad’s friends, came in they would always buy me a coke and bag of potato chips. It wasn’t long before all that sugar went to my head and I turned psycho and wouldn’t listen to my dad and eventually got my butt beat and stuck in the car until time for him to leave.

It was a guy gossip community and a good part of it had to do with the neighborhood. There was one family where the kids were always being beaten. Several times the kids and the wife wound up at St. Vincents hospital. One incident I remember my dad being told that Mr. XX had beaten his 11-year-old daughter and she was in bad shape in the hospital. I knew from the conversation that they were going to talk to him because he crossed some line.

They found him in his back yard, beaten really bad, and spent two weeks in the hospital. Three days in a coma with two broken arms and an unrecognizable face. In those days if your parents got a call from the school, that you did something, it meant a butt beating no matter what.

The kids I grew up with were respectful of adults and especially, the elderly and handicapped. They respected the law for the most part. Most of us growing up at some point smoked pot. But we were not bank robbers or murderers. It wasn’t until I grew up and moved from Central New England to California that the abuse issue really hit home.

I was driving home from work one day in March 1983, stuck in bumper-to-bumper southern California freeway 5p.m. traffic, when I heard the news cast. A divorced man had gotten custody, for several days, of his small 6-year-old son and decided to take him to Disneyland. At some point he covered his son in kerosene and lit him on fire in the motel room.

Other people got the kid out of there and the ambulance took him to the children’s hospital. He had a major portion of his body toasted and it would be years of surgeries etc., to get David Rothenberg somewhat healthy. This made an impact on me and I decided to find out what kind of sickness could do that to someone. My research took about a year. At one point I thought I bit off more than I can chew, but I got it done.

My book covers everything about abuse and goes into more specifics such as;

  • Abuse Education – What is it – How to Recognize it
  • Child Abuse – Mary Ellen Wilson – Where it Started
  • Ritual Abuse – Sexual – Verbal – Physical
  • Child Sacrifice – Religious – Foster Care
  • Dating Abuse – Rape – Human Body Addiction
  • Drug Abuse – Club Drugs – Date Rape Drugs
  • Teen Social – Racial – Anti-Semitism – Date Rules
  • Domestic Discipline – Spousal – Child – Teen
  • Elder Abuse – Euthanasia
  • False Accusations 
  • Dementia – Adult – Teen – Child

 

There is a whole hidden world out there. You need to be aware of it, or you may be treating your kids at some hospital somewhere? Don’t be lazy and definitely don’t be stupid, by not knowing what is going on out there and what to look for.

 

Someone’s life depends on you knowing what to look for and addressing the issue.

 

Get the book and know the answers.