"We Alcoy from school friends. Then came on tertiary, married povyskakivali. Olya's parents are rich, when she got pregnant, gave her a 3-room apartment, so to speak, for a kick in the future. A wonderful boy was born, named after his grandfather Olga-Vitaley, we affectionately called him Vitka. When the baby was one year old, Olya and her husband moved into a renovated new apartment for a happy life of a young family.
But the kid immediately became sick often, to sulk, to cry. Later, the hysteria has reached the point that the child was crawling through his bed and ran to my parents bedroom. Olga complained that it alone im not from the son. He never wanted to stay in the room. Grandmothers and grandfathers Vic was quite a normal child, but at home its like a substitute.
One day the mother gave the baby pens and paper while I prepared lunch, I had to entertain my son. When he came to look – horrified son drew clearly the person sitting under the bed, the whole sheet was painted with black lines with yellow and red mixed in. Vic really could not explain what drew was saying the word "uncle" and showed under the bed.
So a year has passed. Psychiatrists said that the child has seen enough TV and just projects his fears to the dark corners of the house. But the boy was restless. At night he consistently ran to their parents and lay down between them. He began to talk pretty well and constantly complained about some guy in dark corners. Psychologists and psychiatrists in one voice argued, that a boy sees negative in TV, from surrounding world, but, naturally, nor specialists, nor parents in mysticism to believe not wanted. Mother punished by any means to wean the child from the parent bed.
And so Olga went to the extreme step. I read somewhere on the Internet that the child was laid and closed, he cried, and then tired and fell asleep. After talking with the child that there is no uncle, that he came up with everything, she went out the door without turning off the night light, and locked the boy.
20 minutes was quiet, but then the boy began to cry. Olga suffered, but to wean the child as it is necessary. With tears in his eyes, Olga sat and waited, when the little one calm down and fall asleep. But Vic moved to cry. Thinking that now running to swear the neighbors, the mother opened the room. Son was sitting on the windowsill, vzhavshis into the glass, his eyes were wet and he nervously sobbed. And on the hands and feet son were fresh bruises. Stuttering, the child continued to say that from under the bed gets a terrible uncle who wants to bite him and drag with him. Mother, exhausted by phobias of the son, the next morning again ran with the boy on doctors. Nothing, except cartoons, which took the son parents, Vitka not saw. Not watched it also and scary pictures. Where the baby's head settled this terrible fear? Doctors have made a helpless gesture. Some believed that the parents beat the boy, but he told mom and dad I will never beat him, the neighbors described the family as positive, in General, there was no evidence except the bruises. A mother with a baby went for a week to relax in the resort. There the boy was calm and slept on his own without shouting and scandals.
On arrival, everything resumed again. And here Olga did not survive. She, on the advice of an elderly neighbor, called to consecrate the apartment. The father who came at once told that they live in an unclean place and that the boy should be protected.
After his departure was a quiet night and there were no signs of trouble. Olga was preparing to meet her husband from a business trip, put her son in her bedroom, and she was preparing food. Time was later, when she discovered, that lacks flour, she ran to neighbors. A little conversation, all suddenly heard an inhuman scream, and then silence. Olya with the neighbors quickly got up to his apartment. What her mother saw left the deepest imprint on her life. Her little son was lying on the bed, arms outstretched, his whole body covered with bites, his eyes rolled in terror. Running up to the child, the mother found that the boy was not breathing.
Forensics found multiple human bites on the baby's body. Conducted a review which concluded that parents are completely innocent in his death, and an alibi from a woman was: the little boy cried when she talked to the neighbors above.
This case was placed as not investigated in secret documents, and so far the source of the bites has not been established.
Then Olga, my husband told me the big secret of what he had learned about the apartment. In her 10 years ago shot a man who was accused of pedophilia, and, to avoid penalties and court, and then suffering in prison, he decided to kill himself before his arrest. Olga now believe in mysticism, she found no other explanation for the death of his child. Never found them and the police.
Every day my friend cries for the baby. They sold the sinister apartment, and sold it to people who had no children".
#Here is a #very #terrible #story I #recently #heard and #realized #that any word of his #child will listen, even if it #would seem nonsense. #Children #see #more #adults , and if #have your #baby #problems , #their #need to see #under all angles, even #mystical .
#Our #family #always #lived not richly. The most luxurious holiday that we could afford is a cheap sanatorium in a nearby small town for 2 #weeks. As soon as I turned 8, my dad started having serious health problems. Life-saving drugs + surgery. He couldn't work anymore. Since that time, the care of 3 children of school age fell on his shoulders. Mom worked 3 jobs. I remember as a child, it was a shame to ask for toys. As winter came and the boots were small. Spent the entire winter sick with crooked fingers. I was afraid if I buy shoes, there will be nothing to live on. Brother with the sister waged themselves more adequately, but, too, not suit hysterics due to lack of toys and other things. Why was I acting like this? I don't know. Our #parents never hurt us, never denied us as much as possible and financially. But, I felt guilty about spending money on me. On clothes, food, gifts for birthday, nasal drops, etc. in 9 Years, the new year, wrote a letter to Santa Claus (Yes, I know that it does not exist) with the request that I gift not away, for I behaved badly. Mother began to cry. In the end, I was given a huge doll, I portrayed the greatest joy, and then cried two nights because of the fact that I spent so much money.
Barely out of high school, got into College on a budget. In parallel, moonlighting. Handing out leaflets, walking dogs, sewing, sitting with children. Brother and sister did the same thing. No, our parents did not even hint that we need to earn something. We decided that. Money became slightly more. Was able to buy a new laptop, to replace the old computer with a huge curved monitor. Made home repairs.
He then entered the University on a contract. You know, I could not work on a human schedule. Morning couples, day and night-work. Sitting in the night shift, taught lectures, parallel painted to order essays/term papers, dozing, running through the branches, and in the morning to school. On weekends, too, on a change of. "Retire to sleep" was my motto at the time. My family saw me a couple of times a week and then late at night. It was hard. Saved the fact that it was not necessary to rent an apartment. Most of the earnings went to pay for the University, the rest-in the house (food, medicine). Mom went on 1 job, because health is not allowed to work for 3. Sister married, gave birth to. Brother in the army. Medicines are getting more expensive. Money is sorely lacking. Dad works as a Concierge.
Then everything is normalized for 2 years. The sister goes to work, her husband gets a promotion. Brother gets a job in security. I'm going to a private clinic. Dad canceled the half of the drug. My mother is offered a job with a smaller load and a higher salary. Parents give birth to a cat.
Then follows the most terrible year. My #sister falls ill in gynecology, is 4 months in the hospital. Brother falls badly and breaks his leg with an offset that affects the nerve. Dad needs 2 surgeries. I have problems with wisdom teeth (4 teeth had to be removed. First, I'm allergic to pain - dropped from angioedema. Then remove 1 tooth and bring the infection. I'm on antibiotics. And a lot of associated problems with these teeth). In the end, the 3 months spent at the hospital. At the end of the year, the office in which my mother worked, is closed. She's out of a job. There was no money at all. Ate oatmeal with bread. #Good, helped my sister's husband and his parents, although the money is not there.
In March-April of the next year, everything is gradually being settled. And found work, and treated, and debts distributed. Even clothes not on second-hand buy, and in the market.
Now the kids are all grown up. #Recently chipped in and sent parents abroad to rest. Turns out mom doesn't even have a bathing suit. #She was last on the beach about 20 years ago. No, we didn't get very rich. We are still saving money to buy a winter jacket. We plan expenses and think that it is not necessary to spend money on a trip to a restaurant. Buckwheat is also delicious. While saving up for a trip, largely denied. But it was worth it. When my parents took a photo of them in a beautiful room with a sea view, drinking wine and relaxing, I finally let go. Disappeared a guilt complex left over from childhood and is deeply entrenched in the subconscious. I realized that life is really getting better.