Re: Somebody Dropped A Body Into The Well : The Well #36
To answer Ratherdashing:
Scroll up a little on my Neil Young responce, it's there bro.
I appreciate the way you worded things asking on how I am where I am today and not just assuming I'm a drunk bum and loser.
I'll be more than happy to clue you in on a few things, but would rather leave alot of details out and be just kinda vague on them because it's not something I like to share alot, especially details about my mother.
I am on disability because of mental issues. It could come from alot of different things, Jolly hit alot of them right on the head. My mother was an alcoholic drug addict, (she was a prescription drug addict, guess the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, eh?) When I was born I spent the first 3 months in a hospital fighting for my life from internal bleeding and feel blessed that as far as health wise, I am healthy and not retarded like alot of other babies from drug mothers. Please don't take me wrong by saying retarded because that's the only word I can think of to describe it and I am not trying to be derogatory by using it. I have been in and out of treatment since I was around 12 years old with what some call Bi-Polar disorder, severe anxiety attacks, severe depression and just a general fear of being punished for things I have not done, (and I am talking crippling fear). I don't know if it's from things in my past that I can't get over or an actual chemical imbalance. Most likely a bit of both.
I'll start from the begining, from the time before I was old enough to remember, my mother was abusive, mentally, physically and sexually, that's about as far as I care to ellaborate on that. It carries over into my relationships today and that's why it's so hard for me to make a real relationship work. I am scared of nothing or no men, but I am scared of women that I am emmotionally attached to because of the whole trust issue and I have always felt I am helpless against them. I know that sounds weird coming from a guy who is 6'2 and would take on a grizzly bear with a hickory swtch in the woods at night, but that's just how I am and can't help it. I couldn't even go see my grandpa, who I loved dearly, before he died because I was so bruised and battered and my mom knew he would have dealt with her accordingly. That still bothers me alot that he begged to see me and she woldn't let me because of the shape she had left me in that time.
I havent talked to or seen my mother since I was about 14 and she moved to Arkansas. I did however make special arrangements with people in Hot Springs to notify me when she dies and that I want to be the one who digs her grave and burries her, morbid I know, but Ihave always felt it will bring some closure.
As a teen the 40 acres behind our place belonged to Motorcycle club. I idolized these guys growing up and they always treated me like an equal. I liked the way they lived thier own lives and didn't take anything off of anyone. They let me hang around everyday and in my young mind they were just the coolest guys ever with thier Harleys and "outlaw" kinda ways. I always thought, that's what I'm gonna be when I get older is one of these guys, they have fun, ride thier bikes and just don't care if society likes it or not. One day when I was about 14 I walked through the woods down to thier place to hang out after school and I heard somehting like a woman screaming. I got closer and saw they had a woman and was beating her with pipes and sticks, then pulled her teeth with pliers and shot her. I never went back down there or talked to those guys again, to this day I can still picture that event and it makes me sick. The ones who weren't locked up by the time I was 16 had left this part of the country and my grandpa bought the 40 acres from one of them. This is part of my land now, but I havent walked through it in years and years, just too much floods my head when I go through there.
As far as being comfortable with my situation now, I am, I can't go back and change things to have a perfect childhood. Am I comfortable with my past? NO and it bothers me a bit to really get into details, especially about my mother.
As far as T4D's post, it was a cheap shot and it really pissed me off, as it did alot of other members here and that's the reason I acted and responded as I did. He pretty much just came right out and said that I am worthless in as PC of a way as he could, and that just wasn't right.
I am not looking for anyone's sympathy, sometimes life sucks at times and you deal with it however you can. I spent over a year clean and sober and my demons haunted me to the point that I just felt like I would rather be dead than deal with it anymore. Alcohol and downers keep me leveled out and I don't obsess over things from my past when I have a buzz. It's the only times I actually feel human and happy.
Hope that clears a few things up, so now lets just drop it please.