I am 49 years old. 5 years ago I was in graduate school for my masters. My parents had agreed to keep some of my belongings in their home, things I could not hold in my 10' x 10' room far away in college.
I came to their home on a bus on a college holiday for one week March 2007. About 3 days before date to return my mother threatened me with scissors overhead as if to stab me. She exclaimed "you ruined my life". She has been very upset by my midlife career change to architecture from the cabinetry industry and the help I needed Bottom line, they wanted to be rid of me entirely when I was a youngster, they could care less if they ever saw me again. They could care less how I was doing, never asked about me, nothing........ finished........from an early age......they made my high school GIVE AWAY MY 4 YEAR SCHOLARSHIP TO COLLEGE. I spent the rest of my life fighting for bits and pieces of an education until I could achieve my masters degree (in a career the economy does not support now - architecture).
I went to neighbors and friends of the family asking them if they would speak to my parents, to get them to think clearly about what they were doing. Please understand that my parents watch WWF wrestling every night for 30 years plus, they love violence and scream for it every night of the week without exception. They have told me I need to learn how to steal, "but don't get caught doing it". I avoided her best I could. In 1982, my father had beat me, cracking my skull open into blood on the ground at the gas station in front of customers, I was going to college and did not dare say anything so I could continue school.
The second assault came, more enthusiastic than ever my mother pulled out a 12" knife from a kitchen drawer. She aimed it toward me, snickering, she said she was going to "gut" me, totally unprovoked, that they would go on with their lying, threats and deceit because they simply had the power to do it, no other reason. Neighbors and family friends said they would not help me (I have witnesses if this is ever investigated further but they may not talk being my parent's friends), that my parents threw great parties and that they wouldn't miss them for anything, not for me. I avoided her best I could, it was almost time to take the bus back.
The day before the bus left, I was standing in the kitchen eating a leftover, looking outside the window, my mother knew I did not know she was behind me in the distance. I guess she started running barefoot and tackled me, caught me by total surprise. I almost fell down, looked back at her, she was sneeing at me like a wild animal, hissing and making animal noises, never uttering a human word. I know its un-scientific for a factual report to say it appeared demonic, but I have to say it was as demonic as it comes. I asked her what all this was about and she just kept hissing like a wild animal.
I thought it best to escape, I went out the door to the garage, grabbed my spare bicycle and started bicycling frantically to work off the emotions. I peedled over an hour int exhaustion and went into a bicycle crash from the exhaustion, I had flown over the handlebars, rolling serval times on the concrete sidewalk and into a concret telephone pole with my left shoulder. 30 years of fighting against the family tradition of steling from customers at my parent's gas stations and transmission service and then the struggle to get an education in one the toughest professions out there - architecture. A hatred for education, a hatred for speaking English, for pronunciation even after 45 years of being in this country.
I have spent the last 5 years in constant medical care out of pocket, I braved graduate school without insurance to save money. I have suffered deep depression for years, witnessed by my doctor and noted in writing. I lost job opportunites both in architecture when still going and teaching at night too. I can document direct expenses easily at $19,000 but the permanent emotional scarring and lost wages total far over that. I would have not had this induced collision if it were not for the shock of attacks 3 days in a row.
Make no mistake I was badly injured, no broken bones but stretch ligaments in abundance. I had smahed my knee to the ground coming offf the bicycle, my kneecap went sideways and tore soft tissue, my knee was twisted. my left shoulder got seperated that the ac joint. It has taken 5 years to be able to bring the pain down. About one year of walking with a very bad knee while finishing up the last year in grad school I kicked a brick wall in anguish, all the post traumatic pain still left inside. A major part of my recovery has been healing that left foot along with the other injuries.
Afterwards my fathers exact words were "I am so glad you had the accident" ( they had purposely pushed me to the limit so that I would hurt myself, they had wanted it. And he went on " I so hope the doctor amputates your leg. I had told him that my leg literally felt in two pieces, that it had come apart at the knee.
They became very happy from then on, very proud of their ability to hurt and get away with it. I thought alot about calling the police on that college break. Architecture school has no mercy for falling out of the program for sickness, injury or anything else. One of the toughest programs around. I just went back to school. I now had an unknown amount of medical bills to pay out of pocket and who knows for how long and if I will ever heal or work again. I spent years in depression, hiding in my room until I could heal emotionally enough. I took a low paying part-time job in retail and have continued studying for my architectural license exams. I have consulted a couple of lawyers in the past who gave me no hope and so I almost gave up.
THEN, in trying to tell my parents what happened, what I am going through, all the doctors I am seeing. They arrogantly, and with a snicker said they were going to attack me again !!!!! They were very proud of it and sure of themselves, invincible looking. This was the last straw, I jumped in my car and went to the police, who found my story hard to believe, treated me sarcastically, did not want to hear ANYTHING background to this story, doubted me all the way, were unfriendly but did write a report and did give me papers to file for a misdeameanor. I have not filed those papers yet. I wanted to know if If I could file for more than misdeamenor. I want to recover medical expenses, suffering and lost wages. I am not looking for "leaching", I am looking for true justice against true evil, wrongful injury.
