The rest of the time he has to finish all of the mother’s chores otherwise he gets punishments. The mother starves him, plays sick “games” with him and tortures him both mentally and physically. In school he’s being mobbed. He got the same clothes everyday and starts to smell. He doesn’t get any lunch from home and begins to steal from his classmates for survival.
But every time David would tell or come close to a teacher, or another student about anything that happens at the “House” his mother would beat him again. Anything from belts to locked in a bathroom with Clorox and Ammonia. Life was hard for David as he tried to get away from his Mother and Father, who was rarely around. A Child Called It was person vs. self and The Lost Boy was person vs. person. When David was just a little boy his daily routine was to wake up, do his daily chores, and if he didn’t do one task right he suffered by being beaten by “Mother”.
When he is out on a job she worries about him and gets very nervous. At first she tidies her home. But since she does this whenever she get nervous, it’s always clean, because she gets nervous a lot. So she alphabetizes her cupboard and her freezer. The whole time the only thing she can picture is her husband cutting the wrong wire and being blown to bits.
“I love you Davie, so please stop crying.” My first boyfriend cried uncontrollably as he sat in time-out in the corner of the playroom. All of the other kindergardeners joyfully hung up hand-made Christmas decorations with the teachers in the hallway. Davie was the troublemaker out of all the kindergardeners. He was constantly getting in trouble for one thing or another, and he had a dirty mouth that seemed to get washed out by one of the teachers every other week. I guess you could say I liked bad boys back in the day.
When I was growing up, I constantly was under a struggle to please my father. He never was satisfied by my actions no matter how hard I tried. I didn’t quite understand his anger toward me until I accidently walked in on him and my mom, Kathleen, fighting. I stood listening at the key hole to hear father bellowing that I was an unsightly, crybaby and was better of dead, or worse a girl. The room smelled funny; somehow, my instincts told me that it
Having my mom see my bedroom a complete mess made me feel terrible about myself. She would always yell at me for the dumbest reasons anyway so I just stopped listening at a very young age. But like always, I got grounded for not cleaning my room. Typical of my mother, but my dad couldn’t care less if my room was messy or clean. It was my room after all.
Spanking If you are in the store and a child is running around and knocking over items while his mother chases him around pleading him to stop, what do you think? Do you think that the child must be naughty and won’t listen to his mother? What if when mom catches up she spanks his behind and they walk out of the store? Are you shocked, or do you think that’s exactly what he needed? Some people have very different opinions on child discipline including spanking.
I was so upset and pretty enraged by her existence. All day, I sulked and pouted around the house for a bit, opened presents with the family, had breakfast and talk Christmas things. But all I was thinking about was Tahoe; with its super fast chair lifts,
Why, everyone changes but she was taking the wrong path which led her to where she is today. She would always get into arguments at home with her parents, she was very stubborn, hard-headed, and anything that you would tell her would go in one ear and out the other. Almost like if she didn’t even have a conscience. But luckily, everyone knew that I love to help people so they thought that I would help her (of course) and to get her back on track with their friends and family and all that but it was really hard for me to help her since she was constantly doing what she wasn’t supposed to do. So long story short, I gave her deep lectures, I brought her to church with me, I would help her in class (when she would fall asleep) I would wake her back up by embarrassing her in front of the class by saying “Listen, this is your desk in your history class, not the bed you have at home.” Yes, I said it in front of everyone but it was because I was sick of having to “take care of her” almost like if I was her second
He started occupational therapy and ADHD medication to help him focus in class. I know my parents got really aggravated and angry at times because it can be mentally draining dealing with a child with autism. He and I fought constantly; he would steal my jewelry and money because he liked how it looked. Like Kim’s girls my brother also had a strict diet but he was so picky so he just wouldn’t eat. He would throw tantrums and cry often.