An Update & A Story Of Abuse

Have been awake for a short while and wanted to report...

...I'll report that I have continued to sleep since Wednesday and the Wednesday before. Have stopped counting hours as this has gone beyond too much. Nausea is an 8, dizziness is a steady 7-ish and I am perspiring. My Right-Good-Bad-Ear is alive with one thousand crickets in full orchestra....playing out loud.

BUT! BUT DAMN IT! There was something to happen on this past Wednesday, that I now wonder may have stirred the latest attack of vertigo. There was something in my very Soul that would not let me rest...although asleep. Something ablaze within my Spirit's, deep into my DNA.

This post is about something much more than this disease meniere's of mine. It's about a note in my local newspaper and it's content...

...so surreal it was to see and read the name and word's of someone who sexually abused me early in life...as a child. The bastard that abused me had the nerve to be speak in the press! And give his bleeding name too!

I was a ten, eleven, twelve year old boy, who loved baseball! This post is not a post about baseball - THIS is a post about he who would take me to baseball practice and baseball games! Fucker did onto me many crimes! I knew EVERYTIME he was taking me, I was going to do more than play baseball that day. I seem to remember mentioning this person in a previous post. Not by name, but by he who would drive me to baseball. Same subject!

In his car, at the park, he would drive me off to have me do what he wanted me to do! This son-of-a-bitch groomed me to be his sexual toy! This bastard stole huge chunks of my childhood! He affected me me as a boy and still does today as a man! It was because of he who would take me, that I learned to hate baseball. I stopped going to practice...I stopped going to games and eventually stoppped playing baseball all together.

Even after all this, he continued to find ways to get permission to take me somewhere...then his brother joined in.

Flashbacks have been too bloody frequent! His smell still haunts my nose!
As does the smell of their cheap cologne and cigarettes.

Have called Sir Dude...damn I need to have just one word.

Oh God, there's so much to be said but I need to disengage as I am growing more and more angry and disgusted. I am disgusted!

My Path!