Every intelligent individual wants to know what makes him tick, and yet is at once fascinated and frustrated by the fact that oneself is the most difficult of all things to know."
Alan Watts
There are a lot of things that have happened to me in my life that folks who understand psychology, sociology, counseling, philosophy, politics, and spirituality all have a lot of theories and so much to say and write about. I was there. The one thing I will say is that each of the things that are on this bullet form list left some mark upon who I know myself to be. But I am of the school that says there is what happened and then, there is what meaning you give it in your life. The latter is more important. So first, I am going to make a list of what happened. This may take me a few posts to get through. There was a lot. In other posts, I will tell you what these things mean to me, or what I learned from these experiences.
- Born the bastard child of David S. Hall and Peggy Hendricks in Stockton, CA. Two half brothers from father who was more than a decade older than my 21 year old mother.
- Moved in Stockton.
- 15 months later, sister, Sally, also a bastard was born.
- My mother hit me hard across the face while feeding me in the high chair. I am wearing corduroy overalls, I can remember touching them and crying really hard.
- Parents separated when I was about 3 years old, we moved to San Diego County, I think to a little trailer that I remember in Fallbrook.
- We moved to an apartment in Fallbrook not far from maternal grandparents. Mom is sleeping with men, names I can't remember, except Dick.
- My father comes to visit me and gives me a harmonica. I never see him again.
- We moved to San Diego, I remember sleeping in a Quonset hut. Mom hits me, spanks me, and beats me.
- We moved into an apartment building near the Quonset hut.
- I started school at Alice Birney Elementary.
- I was stalked by a predator and evaded and ran home.
- I remember a man cutting my mother's capris off with a pocket knife.
- We move nearby to a small house and I still attend the same school.
- The baby sitter shows me his erect penis in the bathroom and takes me in my mother's bedroom and tries to put it in my mouth.
- Chicken pox.
- Little sister Sharon is born.
- My mother is seen beating me with a stick of lathe and we are taken from her by the courts and sent to live with our grandparents.
- My uncle is masturbating in front of the TV when I come home from school. He doesn't stop.
- My teenaged uncle humps me between the legs in the egg house on the cold cement floor.
- My father kills himself. I am seven.
- My uncle continues, repeatedly molesting me in different places around the ranch, eventually, though I am 9 years old by the time anyone notices, my grandmother thinks this is somehow my fault.
- Another uncle, home on leave from the Navy, tries to get me to give him oral sex. I am not yet ten years old. I am afraid to tell because they will blame me.
- We go back to live with my mother, she has a job at a ranch.
- She gets involved with the horse trainer, he is an alcoholic. He becomes verbally abusive and acts like he is going to beat my mother. She is taller & stronger than he is, so he must be drunk!
- I stick up for her and he says all kinds of awful things about her to me, and about me and the fact that I am a bastard.
- I think he tells the minister that I am a bastard, because some kids aren't allowed to play with me, and in the way that adults talk in front of children like they are not in the room, I learn why.
- I am in third grade and attending my third school. We are about to move again.


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Good post.
Rated.
:) Ann
It takes such courage to reveal all of this and I know that it is also healing in its own way. I truly admire your bravery and honesty.
Besides, this list is only the beginning.
In contrast, my father also had a rough childhood (your story of neighbors rejecting you sounds very similar to one he tells). When he was in his mid-twenties, a married man with a child, he had an "epiphany" about his anger and he did everything he could to let it go. I know that to this day his childhood is a major factor in what drives him to succeed. At 75 he is still a workaholic. But he let the anger go and he lived a happier life for having done it. I have never been tempted to pity my father.
Likewise, I do not "pity" you. But I am awestruck. I have very little to be angry about and yet sometimes I can barely contain myself when someone cuts me off in traffic. I know that anger can be all-consuming. Your achievement is so very impressive.
By the way, have you read "Angela's Ashes"?
Stay tuned, I will get into what it meant someday soon...
I will confirm that courage has been my central and predominant emotion.
I appreciate what a confronting thing that is to do.
Other than telling YOU this, I am speechless...
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I hope the stalker guy got what he deserved, but I really don't know about any of that. I think most pedophiles got away with it during the 1950's & 60's.
The reason I am writing about this will come in later writings. It isn't so I will be more courageous. I just am and always was. I still have little courage near the edges of cliffs or sharp precipices. I don't care if I ever get over that either. We don't have to be courageous about everything.
And I look forward to more of your writing
resiliant comes to mind.
also, a big psychic gracie-esque hug headed your way.
It's a tribute to your innate intelligence and inner strength that you became who you are. I hope this will inspire others to know their stories of pain are not unique. No less horrible, but less guilt-provoking.
I can relate to your abuse, like so many other women (and some men) can. 'Family' is a loaded word to me. Have you read "The Power to Heal" by Ellen Bass? Helpful.
I love what you said that it isn't about being more courageous. Rated - and waiting for the other installments! Hugs.
If I was busy being pissy, vengeful or angry with everyone I would never have met my sweet, sweet Dan. I wouldn't have learned how to love or to partner or how to get important work done, and projects through to fruition. Drama is way over-rated. I'd certainly rather have my character, a work in progress, to wrestle with and the life that I am living than be stuck with the debris with which drama litters many a life.
And I am not about giving in to denial either. There is a balance that we reach between knowing ourselves, denial and moving on in developing more of what we mean to be.
There is nothing much that I can say that others have not already said. I know you well enough to know that you have exhibited a remarkable strength of character that has helped make you who you are, someone I like, care about and admire. I'm off to reading the rest of what you have up already.
Monte