I got to put this on paper in hopes that I can to try and get over the bad things that this sone of a bitch put me through before I get to old.
Name: Claude Eugene Wallace born on Apr 13 1932
Got another girl pregnant before meeting my mom, and ran from that responsibility all his life.
My mom told me before her passing that something was wrong with me, I was 54 years old when the truth was told.
When I was just 4 years old I was rushed to the local hospital for ingesting rat poison back then it was mostly cyanide, my mom stated that I was blue and life less when she found me.
They got me to the hospital and pumped out my stomach, The Doctors informed my Mom & Dad that nothing else can be done for me, and that I should be allowed to die at home.
Back then that was the custom. They gave no chance of surviving past the night.
But I hung on and with Gods help I lived. The doctors toald my Mom & Dad that I would most likely not do well for the damage to my brain was unrepairable. My Dad gave up all hope on me that day. They kept it a secret from everyone. Never telling anybody including myself. . As I started school I knew that something was wrong, I was not able to think and remember things, Run like other kids do, Writing was hard for me, my hand would not function right., All through my school years I did real badly getting F's in most of my school work, the one thing I was good at was music, I could pick up anything and play it, But my Dad made me quite due to my school work was so bad, My dad would beat me each time I get an F at school, Telling me that I was good for nothing, and that he hated me and that I was stupid.
So many times the school asked my parents if something was wrong with me, but they would not say a thing just that I was lazy .
My dad bragged sometime of how he was a green beret and he knew how to kill. It was latter in life that I found out that he was a liar he was only in the army for less that a year and left on a medical discharge nerve damage, Coward is what I would called him. 1950's War.
Please people Don't let your kids go through this, it's not fare to them.
My mom did not know how that a box of rat poison got from the upper cabinet to my room and in my bed, Was my dad trying to kill me? Looks like it.
He will pay the price when he meats his maker. My dad died when I was 20 years. Not Missed.
Update - Did it help? Not really, the damage was already done.
The thought of suicide plagues me daily as I keep hearing the song "Hello Darkness My Old Friend".
I am as of today Sep 16 2025 67 years old and sill alive for the most part.
If I knew what I know today I would have left this family when I had the chance and finished what he started out to do.
Dam them all to hell.