T.Rex's Story (ref TRS/03/06)

I am writing this story through a life of abuse and torment at the hands of my mother who beat us over the head with a poker, starved us of food and locked us in a dark coal shed. She was in fact schizophrenic and was locked away for a time before we were born. My father was equally aggressive and had Alzheimer’s Disease. He used to kick us with his hobnailed boots and was a tortured sole. Together with this I had been dropped down the stairs at the age of six months, I and still have the indentations at the back of my head.

We were then placed in care. Sometimes my parents were kind and considerate but they could not cope with the stresses of life. They had minds that couldn’t cope, neurosis and anxiety filled the house, but they didn’t drink. Mother had cancer operations three times and we were in and out of care. I only survived by being a ‘character.’ My two brothers were subnormal and no love was shown to them in the foster homes. I got the feeling they only did it for the money.

The Doyles and the Lovetts, my Dad and Mums family only took my sister under their wing. Dad couldn’t even write his own name let alone look after us.

At the age of sixteen to the age of twenty two I had loads of jobs busying myself to forget my past and doing so to an extent that I moved from Manchester to Teeside to marry my wife. I had a number of jobs finally settling as a one man driver on the buses. After five years of doing this I took a computer course. I had a very short temper by this time and had very bad pains in my stomach. I had been given the wrong tablets and rolled about on the floor whilst at home in Teeside. I still held my job down on the buses and continued with my computer course work. Then one night whilst driving the bus I came across a mini car stuck in one and a half foot of water in a ditch. I stopped the bus and pushed it out, got not even a thank you from the young woman whose car it was. I suddenly felt a prickly sensation all over my body and I started to hyperventilate.. Felt as if I was choking, then I pressed the emergency alarm on the bus radio and an ambulance arrive and I pointed to my mouth. I was given Oxygen and there was a big flash in my mind. I felt as if the Oxygen had exploded and ripped my brain to pieces.

For the following six years I was in pain until I went to see a private neurologist who tested me for primitive reflexes. With a shattered mind I did exercises for nine months. I used film for psychoanalysis and over periods of years I watched and learned about peoples movement.

I visited a psychotherapist and had hypnosis over a period of years. Two years ago they sectioned me three times but was released from the hospital after a tribunal found I was not suffering from mental illness but brain damage. Another blow hit me when my wife left me. Know I am beginning to feel better. Someone has been looking after me