That is, if he makes excuses on dementia. xD

 

 

I am not the bad guy here. I am fighting back

because I am cornered like this.

 

There is a clear system of abuse,

and one should be clear on its origins.

 

I believe I have stated enough evidence.

They provided it right there on the channel.

 

 

 

Ok. Reading Cooper's relay on this Chinese father.

And then reading something about dementia and taking

care of him.

 

Just to make clear, my father, if he had moments of

kindness when we were children, it is....

closer to mimicked behavior, pretend.

A type of narcissism.

 

I remember a when I was in elementary,

2nd grade. A classmate had scratched my face

with his nails. My father went to the school

and in front of the school entrance, he beat the kid bloody,

scraping his legs against the cement. (He was dragging

him by the arm, as he did me indoors)

 

He was an orphan. I remember I was in the car

and an adult was pointing at me, the child me

for telling on him but what else am I to do?

 

Issue here... He did the same to me.

That same intensity of terror was there,

less the physical damage as they were bruises.

 

I remember my sister was dragged into a room

and kicked with his dress shoes still on in her

7th grade or so. Both in Korea.

 

Another time, a bully several years older than I.

Sung-jip was his name. He gathered kids to beat me up,

taking turns punching my face one by one.

Father beat him up in front of everyone in the apartment,

his own father. Of which the father, did nothing but

hitting the air practicing his wooden sword. Why.

Because that was 'fair'.

 

Amazing how in Korea, they got away with those behavior.

Again, once every six months or so, I was beat with

similar intensity, but out of his own self-indulgence.

And anger something that resembled wrath.

We were petrified.

 

Was there moments of kindness?

I don't know if there was instances of him

removing meat from bones so my sister could eat.

Very possible.

I remember him bringing these encyclopedia,

very heavy books, as a set, dragging them

with wheels, for me to read.

I remember him telling people I came 2nd place

in school after taking this exam, when it was

only really, my class.

 

Yes, there were instances of pride and material generosity.

 

But he was a fiend.

 

I want to remember the better side of him.

And I suppose that is how we lived by,

 

trapped in that conflict of love and hate.

no child hates their parents as default.

 

but at some point, enough is enough.

when i am threatened, and taunted,

and it only gets worse as I became bigger.

 

(though at that point no physical hits

since I was 14 or so)

 

you leave.

 

some people are wired this way.

 

and so is my sister.

 

 

should he be incarcerated?

suffering from dementia?

 

this depends on the level of dementia.

if deep enough, he's already gone.

if all is aware, then he needs time in incarceration to reflect himself.

 

if it means, that is where he dies.

 

in my mind, i remember the terror my mom and I had to endure.

being isolated in a different country we were dependant on each other,

yet the abuse persisted just the same.

 

a person cannot focus on themselves, if there is internal conflict

within where he resides. they develop themselves in other ways.

that is, other than academia. maybe anger, hatred.

 

but i myself have won against it. i didn't result to becoming like him.