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A CHILD CALLED "IT" - DAVE PELZER

 

Dave was born in California with this typical “perfect” family. They were three children who had a mother and a father that loved them, gave them food and went to funny places and so on.
                      The mother changed her personality suddenly. She started to be cruel and strict about everything and she was most strict to Dave. He had to work and do what she told him the whole day. If he did not, or not could do it in time, she hit him. It went further and further, he got many, many bruises and cuts, deep cuts. Sometimes he was nearly breaking bones or got other damages that consume the respiration and so on. At least she does not call him by his name, but “It”.
                      The father tried to help his son sometimes, but more less for each day. At last he gave up and just was out of there getting drunk and so on.
                      Dave struggled for himself with his thoughts and his mind. It seemed hopeless, but one day he was rescued, and then finally he could feel free.

 

 

 

Stephen Joseph.

 

You are the father of your son; you are the father of Dave Pelzer. Now you’re dead. Do you know why you died at just that time you died? Do you know why you left your family and your subjected son to his fate? You also left yourself to your fate.

 

He had a family; a beautiful wife, three children (later four), a nice house and his life was what many people dreamed of. He worked as a fireman in the heart of San Francisco and supported his family well. He was very tall and he had muscles that would make any muscle man proud.1

Yeah, that was you. You went out with your beautiful children and did much fun. Played in the park, went to the city, had picnics and were up to mischief. Most people who have so want to keep it that way. I would want to keep it that way, and I’m sure you wanted it too.

I don’t know what happened to your wife, happened in her mind, in her brain, but it couldn’t have been your fault right? Does anybody know? Well, something happened and nobody could do anything about it. You tried, but it didn’t really made anything up. You tried to get her drunk so she would be kind to her son Dave, but no. Well, maybe we can discuss if that was a good way of doing it… but I understand if it felt like nothing else would work.

At last you totally gave up changing her. You tried to hand your son food when mother didn’t see. You talked to your son when mother didn’t hear. You said to him that one day; "one day we will get out of this. We will be free and then it’s you and me.”

You and those words you gave your son kept him up. When everything else felt hopeless for him he thought about what you’ve said, even when you had left the family. He always thought that you would come and save him. You were his only hope, his hero.2

I understand that you didn’t dare, that you couldn’t dare this hopelessness. But I, I would feel like I couldn’t leave the children, especially Dave, like that. He was in danger, he nearly died sometimes. You wanted to do something but you hid behind those liquors. You got drunk all the time so you could forget the problems for a second.

But one night you came home, drunk, and said you couldn’t take it anymore. The whole thing; your wife, the house, your son… You said you’re sorry, packed your things, then you were gone.

Where was your son’s hero now??3 You turned out being an alcoholic. I don’t mind if you left your wife, but you should save your son. You should call the police and finally work it out. But you just left. You left. Maybe you wished with your whole heart that your son would get though this alive, I know you were a good man deep down, but now you weren’t a fireman anymore, you didn’t have those muscles and you weren’t that bright you once was. You turned being weak.

Anyhow, your son was strong, much because of your love. He got through it alive, and you know it because you met him before you died. Then it was he who saved you. He saved you from the living pain. How? He found you totally broken and barely aware of the situation, he talked to you, he was by your side when you died and told you he loved you. You couldn’t die before you had seen your son again. Then you could feel that you deserved to die, then you could die calm, in peace .

 

R . I . P