Bullied, Abused & Bewildered.

I would love to read it, providing it was interesting enough.

Perhaps you should post just one page at a time to allow us to soak it up slowly.

Oh, and welcome to A2K!

Welcome gotcha! Some time ago, I posted my grandfather's memoirs here http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=7047 which I know ran over twenty pages. You will have to break it up according to how much each post frame will handle. Many people read it, and gave fine comments. I don't see a problem with posting it. Check out my link to see what it might look like, and feel free to read it of course.

Thank you all for answering. I repeat I am not a "writer" however I would like to get my story "off my chest". I do not even know what a "chapter" is, but after reading your Grand Fathers story, I noticed it is posted in chapters. So I will try to break mine up and the post it!
Cheerio and thanks again.

Great idea, welcome to a2k!!!

Hi to all. Just one thing, and if you want to chuck me off the forum for asking,go ahead.
If I put my story on the forum, can anyone, who thinks it is very unusual, ( I believe that it is!), go ahead and publish it and bypass me?
Sorry if this sounds rude, but I am sure that when you all reach 75 like me, you will have "been taken" a few times.
Cheerio. Norman Howard.

Nobody will chuck you off the forum for asking a question. I am sure that many many people will be interested in your story, actually, and you might be surprised at how many may be able to relate to it as well. I, for one, look forward to reading it.

As far as I know, anything put down in print, date stamped, (A2K does this automatically) owns intellectual property rights to the piece presented. If anyone tries to publish it, you have proof here that you published it first. That should stand up in court.

I believe you will find your answer by clicking here.

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I look forward to reading it!

Bullied,Abused & Bewildered
I am not a writer and after this I very much doubt if I will be!
Please forgive me, if I have sent this short, (20,500 words) unusual and interesting autobiography to the wrong place. It is just that not only do I wish my four adult children, my nine grandchildren and my one great grandchild, to read this story, but, because of all that has happened to me, it might help kids growing up, in a similar situation, decide what to do !

I now live in Victoria.BC.Canada and if this is not, shall I say," Your cup of tea" perhaps, if you are in a good mood, you might give me a link as to where I could get it published.

Thank you very much. Norman Howard.

Oh here are a few excerpts. If you get bored just delete it and just be happy that this was not part of your life!




Bullied, Abused, and Bewildered.



These are true facts and the dates, names and addresses of the people and businesses herein are my best recollection!



# 1.

My name was Norman John White. I was born in City Road Hospital, St Lukes, London, England, on 2nd. September 1928. I lived with my mother and father, Mr. and Mrs. White; two sisters, Emily and Violet; and three brothers, Jack, William, and Gus at 28 Crowborough Road, Prittlewell, Southend-on-Sea. Essex, England. (Notice the, was Norman White, this will be explained in a following chapter



# 2.

My first childhood recollection of a bully is when I was about five years old. I had been given a small tricycle for my birthday. I was riding it when a bigger boy came up, pushed me off my tricycle, and ran away with it. This was my first but not last encounter with a BULLY. I imagine that the reason I remember it so well is that he pushed me onto a jagged brick wall which cut my chin very badly. All I can remember from this point is



# 3.

Well, now we come to some unforgettable things in my life. At the bottom of our garden was an alleyway where the garbage men used to collect our garbage and the coal man used to deliver the coal to our coal sheds in the back garden. We children also used it a great deal to scrump (steal apples and pears from the trees in people's back gardens!). Late one afternoon I was walking through the alley to go home from school, when a man stopped me and asked me if I could help him. He was holding his DICK (that's what we



# 4.

September 2nd, 1941, was my 13th birthday and the day I shall never forget. First thing in the morning I was given a bicycle for my birthday. It was a Raleigh bicycle and what a wonderful thing it was, even though it was second hand. It had three speeds, Dynamo lighting front and back, a loud bell, a small leather tool bag behind the saddle and it was black with lots of chrome. I had not seen a bicycle that looked so grand. I even went to school on it that first day. I sometimes wonder why the bullies did not take it, but in those days I never heard of anyone having their bikes stolen. That was one thing I liked about "The good old days!"



# 5.

When I arrived home at dinnertime, I saw that most of my family was sitting at our kitchen table. My mother told me to sit down. Everything was very, very quite and I felt uncomfortable. My thoughts were right away that I had done something wrong! Then my sister Emily stood up and started crying. She looked at me and said, "Norman, your mother is not your mother; she is your grandmother; your father is not your father; he is your grandfather; I am not your sister; I am your mother; Violet is not your sister; she is



# 6.

One time the corporal came with me, and when it started to get dark, he said "let's put a nightline out and catch a big fish." Everyone else had gone home then. He put a big piece of bait on the line and threw it out as far as he could. He suggested that we could wait in the air raid shelter, that was close by, as it was getting chilly. This is what we did, but then he started talking about girls. He was the first person to ask me if I knew about sex. Well, of course, I said no, which was true. I did not know anything. Therefore, he said he would tell me. He then undid my trousers and started touching me. I remember this well because



# 7.

I rushed over to the Naval Police Office as fast as I could, and told the duty officer what I had seen. He took me to the Master at Arms (The Chief Naval Policeman) and three of the Naval Police went back with me to my Quarters. We could not see anyone around at this time, so the Officers asked me to show them where the Man had hid the bags. They opened one of the bags and said; "yes these are obviously stolen belongings

# 8.

I was in digs with a Mr. and Mrs. Hugget and two things happened there that really upset me. Mrs.Hugget kept a few chickens in the back yard. One day, when I got home from work Mrs.Hugget was at the kitchen sink literally pulling a chicken to pieces. I am sure she had been crying. I asked her what she was doing and she told me that this chicken (her favorite one) had died and she was trying to find out why! But the trouble was, we had it for dinner that night and the thought of it made me feel so bad, I could not eat it



# 9.

I was 30 years old when I became a Policeman and so I just made it, I had intended staying until my pension, in 25 years, which would have made me 55, but unforeseen events occurred that changed it for me.

One afternoon, whilst on regular patrol in a cruiser, the dispatcher called a cruiser 3 times and there was no reply, I answered and told them where I was, they said there was a bank alarm going of In The Royal Bank at Sommerville about a mile from where I was, I responded and when I arrived I booked of and went into the bank. As soon as I entered the front door a Patrol Sergeant (Sgt Oaks) came running out and said "I have been shot" get help. I ran back to my cruiser (of course it took me valuable seconds to get the keys



# 10.

Someone will ask, "Why is he writing this after all these years, after all he is 75?" Well I have thought about this a million times, with great regret over what I allowed to happen. I wonder, if I had reported the bullies and the men who had abused me, would my life have been any different, well yes, I would not have laid in bed, time after time and lived it all over and over again!

Also by letting this all out, might I now forget it and perhaps I could even make a few dollars and call it compensation!



End of story.

Norman John Howard