Afflicted

Khris Holt

Description

This book is based of my life and the trials I have been through. I was different from an early age and treated differently. All because I didn't fit the image. I'm the same as anyone else inside and hurt the same too. In this book I give an account of my life from my childhood leading up to the present. I experienced a lot of bullying not just during my school age years but beyond as well. And not just from other kids and adults, but my own family. After probably the worst time ever in my life and recovering from certain destruction. I decided to share my story to let those who are bullied. You have more power than you think you do!

Sujets

• Lettres et linguistique

Informations

• Publié par: Book Venture Publishing LLC
• Date de parution: 19 juin 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781641666428
• Langue: English

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AFFLICTED

One Led To Many

Khris Holt
Copyright © 2018 by Khris Holt.
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Printed in the United States of America ISBN-13: Softcover 978-1-64166-640-4 Pdf 978-1-64166-641-1 ePub 978-1-64166-642-8 Kindle 978-1-64166-643-5
Rev. date: 02/23/2018
M y early childhood years were fairly normal, so I thought. Two-parent home, three and a half kids in a not so average suburban family or neighborhood. My father worked and my mother was a stay-at-home mom. Both sets of my Grandparents lived in the neighborhood also. With my Father’s parents, directly across the street. My Mother’s parents lived just down the street. My parents actually met in the neighborhood. In fact, my aunts and uncles on both sides went to school with one another. I was the youngest of four kids. Two brothers and one sister. With thirteen years, two and a half years and eighteen months between me and them. Each one of us had our own personal crisis going on. Which still continues, for the most part, till this day. During the day, it was just me and mom. Everybody was out of the house. My Dad was at work. While my siblings where at school. It was just me and mom all day. Even when my Dad came home, he was still working. Always under the hood of a car. By him being the sole earner, any extra income by working on a car was welcomed. I was just a precocious kid. Who was subject to nap time and being pushed around by my older brothers. When I saw my Dad’s truck outside and usually a strange car he was going to work on. I would head outside and shadow him. Or just hop on my G.I. Joe big wheel and ride up and down the side walk. A lot of times, a few of his co-workers would stop pass after work. On some Fridays, there would be a crowd of them out front. That was pay day, I usually got blessed with some pocket change or a few dollars. One thing about my father I can say. He was always looking to make a few more dollars to make things better for us. I would get just as oily as him sometimes because he couldn’t keep me from getting underneath a car with him. If he had to go to a person’s car. He usually stopped home first. That’s when I would hop on in the truck and ride. I went just about everywhere with him. There were times that I couldn’t go with him. I would get upset a little but it wasn’t the end of the world. I was fascinated by watching him take a car that wouldn’t start and making it run. The reaction he would get from the people when that happened intrigued me. I know now that taking your car to the shop is expensive. So, saving people money and getting their cars back on the road meant a lot to them. He gained much admiration from many. At home was a different story. His better half felt neglected and let him know it. My Mom paid a lot of attention to me until it was time for her stories! Until the afternoon soap operas came on! I was usually put down for a nap at that time. I was always getting sick. I had asthma really bad to where Children’s Hospital was a frequently visited place for me. I was a patient overnights there several times. I’ve gotten stitches there a couple of times. Have been there for quite a few nebulizer treatments in the ER. And had a stomach virus or some sort of bug so many times I lost count. I was too young to really see what was going on underneath it all. There was a lot of turmoil in and outside the house. Not just between my parents, but amongst the children, the family and even in the neighborhood. Every one of us had some sort of affliction. Some situation whether physical, emotional, financial and the like that they were dealing with. As things went neglected and as I got older. The situation in the house got worse. I started becoming more aware of the problems. I started seeing arguments and fighting between my parents. I didn’t know what to make of it. I’m four to five years old and you see mom run in the bathroom. Close the door and lock it. Then dad give chase banging on the door cursing. As a toddler, you don’t know what to make of what you’re looking at. That was just the beginning. That was just the start of the tailspin. At some point, I can’t recall exactly when. After which argument or after which beating. All I know is that Dad wasn’t there for a time. Then he came back before one Christmas. We had a good Christmas that year in spite of the circumstances, so I thought. Then the next thing we knew. Dad is gone again and this time it’s permanent. In between that time, there were happy occasions and moments of normalcy so to speak. During those years, the grandkids were shipped to the country. We spent the summer with our Grandparents and great Grandparents in the rural southwestern part of Virginia. Where my father is from. The first day school let out, we were packed up, loaded in the car and in the country with Grandma by noon. Waking up to the smell of breakfast daily. We ate no cold cereal with Grandma. Or anything out of a box or package precooked. We always came back home just before school was to reopen. Those times left a mark on every one of us. Especially me because I was the youngest grandchild at that time. I was at the bottom of the pole. I got the last of everything but the first to be tormented. I was treated differently and at times crudely. I had just about it all done to me. My wrist and ankles duct taped together, toothpaste in the palm of my hand, my hand put in a bowl of water all while I was asleep. There were only two televisions in the house for nine grandkids. Plus, our cousins that lived there and cousins that would be sent down from New York. Even among them I was only older than one of them. Nintendo was the popular game system back in the late eighties and early nineties. Grandma only allowed one tv to be used for the Nintendo. Hear me, there were several Nintendo’s and not enough tv’s. So, you had to wait your turn to play! I never really got to play to say the least. Not only was I skipped, but when I spoke up about it, I was treated harshly. Grandma would order that the en-ten-do be turned off after my tears started rolling. Of course, I got blamed for the cut off. Which brought more unfair treatment and humiliation from my cousins. Even though my grandmother was a strict disciplinarian, it was just her mostly. She couldn’t police everybody at all times. So, I chose to go off by myself rather than to stay around that torment. I would go around the elders and sit and listen to them jaw jack and reminisce, especially my grandfather. My grandfather loved to drink. There have been several times he would come around drunk and wanting to hug all his grandkids. Face covered with beard stubble that scratched and poked you. His favorite line was “I may not be rich with money, but I’m rich in blood”. Remember earlier I said both sets of grandparents lived in the neighborhood. That changed right about the time dad left home. As I said, I was too young to really know what was going on. I didn’t know what a divorce was. Or that my grandparents had gone through theirs’s years earlier. Grandma moved back to Virginia and grandpa a few years later.