The disaster that would haunt me for the rest of my life, its name was education

The disaster that would haunt me for the rest of my life, its name was education
This is not an introduction to my story and life, but it is sort of a way to give some background to what went on with me and school or the absence of it. I’m not going to discuss the first eight years of my life before we moved. I’m also still on Long Island, NY just a little closer to the city. when I was nine years old. I will say that my stepmother gave me to the neighbors for them to babysit me, but my stepmother would always just happen to forget to pick me up. I could stay by the neighbor for weeks on end (I’m sure by accident). I’m going to explain what my life was like after we moved when I was 9 and got involved with judo, gymnastics, and diving. I will try and explain why grade school started in fifth grade when I was nine years old. Once we moved, papasan became my babysitter and of course, I would end up living a working for him. My stepparents really had very little to do with my education because most of the time I was not living with them,

I started judo when I was nine years old after we moved from our previous abode. Papasan and I became very close over the first few months I was in his company. He wanted me to take him home with me so he could tell my stepmother that he wanted to take me to the city school and needed to get her permission. Papasan had told my stepmother that he was an accountant. My stepmother loved professional people and whatever they said was holy from above. Of course, she said yes, anything so she wouldn’t have to deal with me after school.

Papasan would pick me up after school, take me to the city, and bring me back in the morning in time for school. She loved the idea of me not being in the house. We would go to the city almost every other night. We would practice judo, and they had a huge locker room with a room with multiple shower heads. He would wash me down and I would wash his back and legs. After the shower, we would go sit in the sauna for fifteen to twenty minutes. That would usually zap all the strength out of me. Then we would walk about fifteen blocks to his apartment. Once there we would take another shower to cool ourselves off from sweat and heat.

For the next few months, papasan said that he had to work late so he would drop me off by one of his friends and stay there for the night. He would pick me up in the morning and take me back to his apartment. We would take a shower together, eat breakfast, get ready for school, and then drive out to Long Island where I went to school. After a couple of months, he started taking me to different friends almost every night since he had to work late.

All of papasan’s friends were extremely nice to me and always had pizza or grilled hamburgers from a luncheonette, with fries and a vanilla fountain Coke. By the time we finished eating, I was feeling very tired. His friend would tell me that we should both go to bed because papasan was going to pick me up very early and take me out to Long Island where I went to school. I always slept naked because I never owned PJs, so I slept naked with his friend and so did he. At first, I couldn’t fall asleep so his friend would give me a pill to help me sleep. We would cuddle up together and he would rub my stomach and chest and play with my hair and fingers. He then started fooling around with my toys and he would tell me to play around with his. In the morning, we got up early and I was a little groggy, so he gave me a pill and we took a cool shower to wake me up and sat down to have cereal for breakfast. Papasan would pick me up and we would go out to Long Island. We would go to the judo school, and we'd fool around until it was time for me to walk the few blocks to school. After school was over, I would walk back to the judo school, and papasan and I would drive back to the city school.

By the time I was nine and a half years old to ten years old I wouldn’t be staying with papasan’s friends as friends anymore, they had become customers or clients, whatever you want to call them. The dates would become new and repeat customers. At least once or twice a week I would have a date after school that would last till the next morning when papasan would pick me up early like 5 am or 6 am.

In High school, there would be the weekends which would be a two-day affair (duh) starting after school on Friday and papasan picking me up Monday morning around 5 am and 6 am. I would then decide if I was capable of attending school on Monday or if I was too tired, hungover, or high and I would take the Monday off.

Then there would be a four-day affair (duh) starting after school on Thursday. Papasan would pick me up early Tuesday morning around 5 am to 6 am. Hopefully, I will be able to attend school, which really never happened. Even though I would be leaving with my date after school Thursday that day was wasted because I would be thinking about what would be with the date after school. For instance, where would we be going someplace for the weekend or stay at his place and whether he would be a nice guy or just a pain in the ass. So, Thursday was also a wasted school day. Then comes Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday till early Tuesday Morning when papasan is supposed to meet the john and give me back. Usually, papasan would be waiting for the john in a Horn &Hardart Cafeteria at a prearranged time. I would be delivered to papasan, and my date would leave. Papasan would give me some change for the machines so I could buy something to eat and drink for breakfast. I would buy coffee and cake for papasan. I would decide while eating breakfast and I would usually be too hungover, or just plain tired and not in my head. So that would cancel going to school on Tuesday. So that date cost me four days of school. I did get a $50 tip so as far as money that was a huge amount of money in the ‘60s, especially for a 12-year-old kid. I would finally go to school on Wednesday. Hopefully, there will not be another date that week or a two or four-day Date to go on. It was always hard to catch up with school and usually, I would just write that week off.

A one-day date could kill two days if I can’t go to school the next day after the date. A two-day weekend could waste two school days – Friday and probably Monday also. A four-day weekend could waste four school days – Thursday, Friday, Monday, and most probably Tuesday.

Then there are the holidays, Christmas and New Year's were three weeks or fifteen school days. Then came Spring break which was two weeks or ten school days possibly twelve school days. There was Easter which I think went for four school days. We had Washington’s birthday and Lincoln’s birthday so that was good for four school days.

Then when there were no holidays during the week I still could go on a two or four-day weekend of just two dates a week. Thanksgiving was usually Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday at a minimum. Most guys would also make that a four-day weekend. So that’s five school days. Then Winter break which is at least ten school days, Possibly Twelve school days.

Of course, there was the one-night stand or two-night stands not connected to any holidays which could waste two or three school days. Every once in a while I would have to go with someone for the week which could cost me seven school days. When taking a week off it would most often be attached to a holiday like Christmas, winter or spring breaks, or a holiday like Thanksgiving.

In grade school, I would usually take a Friday through Sunday or Saturday through Monday off wasting only one school day. I would usually take only one day off a week and then weekends without a Friday or Monday. Holidays were the same. Papasan would try to make sure that I didn’t miss more than one school day a week. But sometimes there would be a two-day or four-day weekend and then a date later in the week.

Middle school was the same as high school, but I was living at home or by papasan. When I was thirteen, I moved into the village (Greenwich Village West}.

Summer was kind of crazy I could go for two, three, or four weeks at a time. But the whole summer would be used up with work, except in grade school.

I don’t want to get into the subjects of what went on at the neighbors from the age of two to nine.

When I was in grade school when I was ten years old, I was sent to a sleep-away camp. I took part in an arts and crafts project which was every day after lunch which was a rest period for the rest of the camp which came right after lunch. Our arts and crafts session went on for two hours a day. I spent most of my time in A&C. I was taken into the girl's camp and night or the boy's camp at night. I think papasan had something to do with camp also

I’m not going to go further into that and what went on in camp except that I didn’t go back to camp ever again and from what I heard on the grapevine there was a mess of boy and girl counselors that weren’t asked back the next year. And there was no Indian anything after that in A&C. I don’t want to get off the original subject of school and being sold.

In 1964 when I was 13, I moved to the village. Both gymnastics and diving came to an end. Now all I was involved in was judo and papasan.

I entered high school in the city when I was 13. Since I now lived in the village it was a train ride away in the morning and afternoon to get to and from school. Back then it would only cost me 15 or 20 cents each way.

When I started school, I gravitated to the gym. The gym teacher asked me why I didn’t go take a shower and I told him because of my foreskin, and everyone wants to see how it works. He let me help him put away the gym equipment until everyone was out of the locker room. I went into the locker room and went in to take a shower. I hear the locker room door open, close, and locked. The gym teacher had come in to take a shower also. He knew I had just come in. He would become the inside person who would be fixing my school records so I could get promoted and eventually graduate high school.

I was involved in the movie and photo business with a group of men, starting in early 1965 when I was 14 for a year and a half till the summer of 1966 when I was 15. That went on every Tuesday after school for a year and a half. It was a bloody time

I was given a summer job by one of the future USA Olympic judo coaches in 1966 to teach judo as one of the activities. I won’t go into that now either, so I changed the subject of school. I will say that I was fired because of mostly drugs and alcohol.

Losing gymnastics and diving and getting fired from the camp job after two weeks ended judo for me also.

College was just drugs, work, and the lack of reading skills I went down in flames.

My spot on the rowing, swimming, and diving teams were the only things I did well at, but I would soon lose them also.

As I was ushered out of college my draft deferment vanished and I was reclassified “1A”. I was now eligible to win a one-way – round trip ticket.to Vietnam. Not even bone spurs will get me out of this date, not unless I have money to make better friends.

About a month after my walking papers, I got an all-expense paid invitation to peel potatoes in scenic Lackland AFB, San Antonio, Texas. After all these years with a less-than-impressive school education almost killed me and got me blacklisted.

Now I wasn’t an athlete anymore, just another teen prostitute which I guess I was good at. Papasan made a lot of money with my little ass and toys. I made some nice money using the same toys papasan was using.


I don’t want to make any connection between my owner and these two guys
When DiB Got Whacked: Testimony Of Gambino Underboss Salvatore (Sammy The Bull) Gravano Part 9 (cosanostranews.com)

Robert DiBernardo – Wikipedia

DiB ran the adult & child porn industry for the Gambino crime family

Richard Basciano – Wikipedia
King of Time Square adult porn industry, sex shops, and other businesses and worked with DiB


Looking over all this has really left my mouth open. When you add what went on with the neighbors and then Lanny his sister and her girlfriend with their two boyfriends this is insane.
 
For me I saw school as a launch pad but my real education was people. be good to yourself
 
Hi. For me I wanted to enjoy school but in the younger grades I was disassociating and highly drugged so I couldn't function nor absorb the materials. I often slept a lot of the day away on a cot behind the library bookshelves. As a teenager I was no longer given the drugs to keep me compliant, but I was still being abused. I would start the school year seeing school as an escape and doing well, but as the year went on I would do worse and worse, and miss a lot of school days. Unlike Jeff I had no one to fix my transcripts. So I would start out with A marks and end with D marks. Plus our Jr and Senior high was all in the same building and was grades 7 through 12. By the start of the 9th grade a core group of kids decided I must be gay so decided to make my life hell as anti-gay bigotry and hate ran very high in our area. These kids had parents that would be maga today, and they would have been tRump supporters today. I was beaten up by a group of them after a science class in full view of the teacher who did not stop them. When they were done kicking me after they beat me to the floor, as they left the teacher leaned down and said "That is what you get for being a fagot and I hope they do it to you again". I went to the bathroom and tried to clean up the blood off my face and stop my broken nose from bleeding. The rest of the day was a blur. I was being beaten and abused at home and was under the constant threat of being attacked at school. I was not learning anything other than to be aware of my surroundings to make sure I had a way out, to get away. Most of my own learning happened after I left school for adult life, because I wanted to know stuff. Best wishes. Scottie
 
For me I saw school as a launch pad but my real education was people
I think that school was just a place to keep me out of the way and off the street when I wasn't working
 
For me I wanted to enjoy school but in the younger grades I was disassociating and highly drugged so I couldn't function nor absorb the materials.
I only remember one grade in elementary school and that was Mrs.Lieber's 3rd grade class. If we were good that whole day she would tell us a snowflake story. She had a snowflake that lived in the refrigerator. I was the best kid in that class the whole year. I didn't want to lose out on a snowflake story. I don't know what she taught but I guess it was the same thing every 3rd grader would learn. I don't remember any of the other grades aside from 7th and 8th because in 7th we had woodworking and in 8th we had metal shop.

Unlike Jeff I had no one to fix my transcripts. So I would start out with A marks and end with D marks
I'm really sorry about that but in order for my gym teacher to fix my records I had to give him my ass in the school shower and in his home. I never had sneakers or a T-shirt for gym and I never had underpants so I only had a pair of white short shorts. The gym teacher liked that so he never gave me an extra shirt or sneakers from his office. He loved it when the other kids would pull down or off my shorts when I was practicing on the rings. That usually happened when the girls were sharing the gym with us. I didn't care and continued with my routine. The gym teachers (him & Her) would go pale and my gym teacher would stop my routine and send another kid to bring my shorts back.

The gym teacher was my savior in high school because without him fixing my HS records I probably would never have been able to graduate, HS. When a gymnast is spotted on the rings he is usually lifted up to the rings from in back of the gymnast. But the gym teacher would always lift me to the rings from my front. This way he would get a face full of my boy toys rubbing him in the face as he lifted me.

"That is what you get for being a fagot and I hope they do it to you again"
Yeah that sounds like a maga crowd. I'm sorry you had a problem with that. I didn't have really any problems with that mainly because the gym teacher watched out for me. I was also extremely strong for my size and age. At 13 I hadn't hit 90lbs yet and I was still four foot something. I was also the kid with all the ripples in his stomach. (I don't like to be called the kid with a 6-pack, I like ripples better because it didn't attract trouble.)

I was not learning anything other than to be aware of my surroundings to make sure I had a way out, to get away.
Yeah, Me too. I hadn't really learned anything in school except how to try and keep my pants on.

Most of my own learning happened after I left school for adult life, because I wanted to know stuff.
Yeah, I learned from the street to be an automotive electrician and build Detroit Engines and CAT Engines. I worked for 50 years as an electrician. I got laid off during COVID and never went back.

Best wishes. Scottie
Thanks, and best wishes to everyone here on this site.
 
At 13 I hadn't hit 90lbs yet and I was still four foot something. I was also the kid with all the ripples in his stomach. (I don't like to be called the kid with a 6-pack, I like ripples better because it didn't attract trouble.)
Hi. Thanks for the replies. I was small and undernourished, I basically ate once a day at school. I was no match for the future maga who went after those least able to stand up to them. Best wishes. Scottie
 
I was no match for the future maga who went after those least able to stand up to them.
Thanks for reading that post. It's really fucking me up big time

I'm sure the meals given for the school lunches were not the greatest.
Yeah I knew of kids being bullied and it wasn't nice. Usually. the kid would go away crying whether he was beaten or humiliated. I would always say to those seniors who did the bullying "why don't you leave him alone?" I would have to back off when they threatened to beat me up. I was no challenge to them. They were all much bigger than me and at least double my weight. I must have pissed some of them off because they stripped me naked in the lunchroom during lunch. I went to a private school so we wore a blazer, dress shirt with buttoned cuffs, a tie, dress pants, and dress shoes. They couldn't take my clothes off because of the tie, the buttoned sleeves, and my shoes. So I was turned inside out because my clothes couldn't come off all the way. So they left me lying naked on the floor crying. the gym teacher carried me out and took me into the headmaster's office to put me back together. He would make sick jokes like he likes to see me like this more often, etc. Those three kids were suspended for three weeks??? I was taken home to the gym teacher's house after he put me together. When he got me home he undressed me and about an hour later he went back to work. He had to get his jollies first.

I got to get up maybe I'll stretch it to 7am hopefully. I have a doctor's appointment around noon tomorrow.

We'll speak later. I'm really sorry for what you went through. But someone is getting their jollies out of not feeding you at home
 
We'll speak later. I'm really sorry for what you went through. But someone is getting their jollies out of not feeding you at home
Hi Jeff. I would appreciate talking with you when you have time and you're in a good place. I admit to being worried about you as you seem to be stressed and suffering right now. I do not want to cause you more pain and anxiety. I may have already told you how I ended up in the Child ICU because of malnutrition and coded on them. They managed to bring me back. I was not getting enough to eat and my grandfather took me to a doctor. He told my grandfather to take me to the ER right away. We stopped to tell the AM that he was taking me to the ER and as they were talking I went down. My grandfather was an old man who had burned out lungs from a silo accident where he went in to save a farm hand and along with three heart attacks, but he got me up and told my AM to come along. I did not know it but he was angry and worried so he took no arguments from anyone including her boss. When I coded I was in such pain and my chest felt like I had an elephant on it. Then the pain receded and the elephant went away. I felt I was in a warm swimming pool simply floating. No religious experience just the lack of pain and fear for the first time that I could remember. I liked it. I was upset when the pain came back as they were able to revive me. Best wishes. Scottie
 
I would appreciate talking with you when you have time and you're in a good place.
I'm always in a good place to talk with you

I admit to being worried about you as you seem to be stressed and suffering right now.
Talking to someone is a hell of a lot better than talking to myself about all my school shit. I remember in grade school I could be busy almost every night so normally I wouldn't go to school the next day but I couldn't just disappear for a week or two. So he gave me pills that I should take after morning recess, lunch, and afternoon recess. Then he would give me more and send me out to another john. He would get a lot of business from the foreign embassies. They could have a hundred or more workers among all their offices around midtown Manhattan. I used to service a lot of men that worked in the UN building or those government offices around that area. This would go on for an entire week at a time when he was busy. I would crash on the weekend.

I ended up in the Child ICU because of malnutrition and coded on them
No you never mentioned that before. Wow!!! coded because of malnutrition???? You were probably way past malnutrition if you coded. That's really sick. But I guess that's how people die from malnutrition. I never thought of that but it makes sense. You must have been in really bad shape. Was your mother just not feeding you? I read a news story recently where a young child (3 yo?) is in ICU in a children's hospital in California for a heart operation or transplant. The kid's mother was caught injecting saline solution into her kid's IV drip. I don't know what she was trying to do but she made my stepmother look like an angel. I'm pretty sure the way they wrote about the incident she must have been arrested. That's really sick
 
You must have been in really bad shape
I also had Mono. How does a little kid get Mono. No one ever talked about it but for months after I mostly slept, I was allowed out for only four hours a day. I just huddled in my bed most of the time. The AP tried to say they were trying to make me eat but I was refusing food. How could I eat huddled under the table hugging the dog as the battle raged above by two much larger angry people. I was a kid. Plus most of the time if would eat their fighting would make me throw up. I learned to crawl past them, then stand and run to the bathroom so I wouldn't have to clean it up. If they were not looking for me I would go to bed. Since I had a bed at this time I must have been around 7 going on 8 years old. So the AF would retaliate at me by dragging me back to my chair, dumping food on my plate and make me sit there until I ate it, so I would sit there until I feel asleep. At some point I would wake, realize he was in bed as he worked nights, I would dump the food in the toilet as he would check the trash, and go to bed. The good times were going to my grandparent's home for days at a time, where eating was easy and fun, and my grandmother baked lots of good treats that I could have. Plus when I was there I was not forced to take the drugs, not even the Valium. There was still the Valium but after the hospital there were other pills the AP forced me to take. They may have been supplements or vitamins. My grandparents did not make me take them and I was so much happier. As I was already going there for weekends so I was staying there for more time than at home. Then the school year started and I went back to school and only seen my grandparents mostly on the weekends.

Oh one thing I remember about the hospital was a nurse playing with my toys as you call them. I know I had a catheter in, but it seemed every time she came in the room she played with them or rubbed my butt. When she would take the catheter out she would jerk me off until I got hard and then had the funny feelings. Then after a while she would put it in. Having worked in adult ICUs I know the patients are washed with wipes every day and patients who soil themselves are cleaned, but this seemed different to my childhood mind, it was like the sexual abuse at home. She liked me to look at her while she did it, so I did. I wonder what she thought that I made no complaint and would just spread my legs for her. I do remember a few times her asking if I felt better.

This would go on for an entire week at a time when he was busy. I would crash on the weekend.
You really had no chance at schooling. You must have been very good at what you did and cute to have such high priced clients. I grieve for your loss and pain. But you went on to have a good life and made a career for yourself.

I'm always in a good place to talk with you
Thank you. I find you easy to talk to and share my own abuse with. Best wishes. Scottie
 
one thing I remember about the hospital was a nurse playing with my toys as you call them.
I think that everyone that had a chance to touch me would do it. For instance there was a doctor whose son was also in judo class out on Long Island judo school and whenever day was over I would go take a shower. He would get his son who was younger than me to get into the same shower stall so we'd be bumping into each other. The guy would want to check me out and then wash me down. He would soap me up then soap up his son and then put us back into the show and wash us both at the same time. He would spend on cleaning my foreskin. He would dry us off and then he would take a little oil and smear the inside of my foreskin "so it doesn't stick to the penis".

I wonder what she thought that I made no complaint and would just spread my legs for her. I do remember a few times her asking if I felt better.
She was a really sick puppy. but it does remind me of the neighbors who had me sleep in their bed and I and their would take a shower with the father in the morning. A lot of touching but I think both me and the daughter liked to be touched. In the evening we would take a bath with the mother. I can't say that I was ever dirty,
You must have been very good at what you did and cute to have such high priced clients
I don't know how much papasan charged for me. I know it was a lot because I used to get nice tips and it was always in and apartment. not those apartments you would find in Times Square but mostly in a guys really nice apartment. Those apartment today would go around for probably $10k/month or more. I usually got $10 or more but that was big money back in the '60s for 12 year old kid. I could be taken away for a weekend which was really sweet. Most of these johns had a lot money and had an apartment in the city because they lived out of state so they stayed in the city during and went home to their families on the weekend. I could stay with one of these johns for the entire week. Or maybe he won't got to work and take me up to his cabin in the mountains for the week.
But you went on to have a good life and made a career for yourself.
Yeah but I had a tough time hiding my past. Lately I've been trouble thinking that I fooled my wife because Iet her think that I was a regular kid. It bothers me now to think she married someone else and as I fill her in with my past I feel bad that she didn't marry the guy standing in front of her but some other imaginary person.
Thank you. I find you easy to talk to and share my own abuse with. Best wishes. Scottie
Yeah I enjoy the talk also. It's 3am I think I better go to sleep - speak later
 
Lately I've been trouble thinking that I fooled my wife because Iet her think that I was a regular kid. It bothers me now to think she married someone else and as I fill her in with my past I feel bad that she didn't marry the guy standing in front of her but some other imaginary person.
Hi. Jeff I can only speak from my own experience. When Ron moved in with me in 1990 I worked nights, he had to be very careful in the house when I was sleeping. I was hypervigilance and woke at the sound of footsteps in my home or any noise. I never complained but he knew somehow. Later when I got used to him in the home he still couldn't enter the bedroom if I was asleep as I would be instantly awake and up out of bed ready to run or fight. At that time in my life it was mostly ready to fight. I was trained / working as an armed nuclear security / auxiliary deputy sheriff and had my PI license. I was well trained in the use of a PR-24 police riot baton which I kept at close hand next to the bed. In the 34 years we have been together I still wake easily and when I startle out of sleep I am ready to fight with my hands up and balled into fists. I have finally got used to his touch at night when we are in bed and no longer jump or startle when he does it. Plus there are the nightmares I have had all our time together, I kick and thrash, I will mumble and cry out, sometimes tortured yells for help or pleading not to be hurt. He is always very careful to wake me at those times. When I first told him I was abused in very vague terms in 2007 he quietly said he had already figured that out. Over the years I have felt comfortable enough to tell him the details and because of the security he has given me I have recovered more memories. His biggest fear and the fear of my supportive brother / friend is that being on the site, reading other's histories / stories of abuse along with telling of my own will rip open my wounds, causing me to relapse in my healing journey.

I was also terrified how Ron would see me when he learned some of what I was forced to do, would he want to still kiss the mouth of a guy forced as a kid to drink pee from different people, would he want to have sex with me knowing how I was passed around at parties by my hell spawn siblings? But he only loved me more. When I first told him about this stuff I had held back and kept hidden he slowly stood up, slowly walked over to me where I stood shaking, he opened his arms and slowly moved in to hug me, giving me time to react or draw away. Then he held me and told me over and over how he loved me and how strong I was.

I think your wife will be the same. She won't think less of you or see a fraud. She will see the wonderful man that supported her and the family, that gave her wonderful children, who provided for those children and raised them wonderfully. She will be amazed at your strength and determination not to let your past determine your future. I hope my sharing my story and feelings will help you not worry as you fill her in. She is there with you, she still loves you, she still wants to be with you and to be your wife. Best wishes and warm caring hugs. Scottie
 
When Ron moved in with me in 1990 I worked nights, he had to be very careful in the house when I was sleeping. I was hypervigilance and woke at the sound of footsteps in my home or any noise. I never complained but he knew somehow
I'm sorry that you were so on edge. That's a real bitch to live that way on edge all the time.

I took my wife out of seminary. She had no idea of the world I came from. Servicing men and sometimes women. I was often used to run packages the size of a brick for $5/a way. to tell you the truth she didn't have any idea that my world even existed. I'm just ashamed that she knew about that world

I gotta get to sleep, we'll talk a little later - thanks
 
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