Posted by newslave , Sat Oct 29, 2011 08:38 PM
Life is often cruel and hard, for everybody born into this world...... but perhaps harder and more cruel still for the orphans of the world.
this story begins in a small town in the state of Utah. It's name is Granger. The time is 1973 in the month of September. The 23rd to be exact. late in the afternoon, just after 4 p.m. in the Valley West Hospital maternity ward, I new life enters the world. A boy takes his first breath, he has arrived. The birth was unremarkable. There was no ominous clap of thunder, nothing particularly special about him. Just another life beginning its journey. Not much is really known about his first moments in this world, so we must skip ahead perhaps 2 or 3 years.
This boy, who would later think of himself as Lone Wolf, had a sister older than him by 2 years. Their mother had left them with a Friend 1 day, and quite simply vanished, as it were into thin air. It was never known what exactly happened to her. Anyways, after 2 or 3 days, this friend contacted their Grandfather and told him of her disappearance and so he took them into custody to live with him. By some reports, he was a drunk. The boy's first memories were not very happy ones. he remembers being whipped with a belt, locked in a room, his sister taking him by the hand and running away with him.
He and his sister first entered the foster care system when he was 2 or 3 years old. All that he knew of the circumstances of his start in life, he would piece together from medical and legal records when he was in his early 20's. Suffice it to say, there were allegations of child abuse, neglect, poor living conditions in his grandfather's home, thus prompting the removal of the boy and his sister. This move to a foster home would be only his first in a long string of temporary families and institutions throughout his childhood. He would not remember much about this early period in his life, a few images in his mind. His first real memories of his life begin in the year 1982. Up to this point, his sister had been by his side for his journey. They had not always gotten along, quite the opposite in fact. Perhaps it was for this reason or others unknown that this event, which we join him now, was taking place. The boy and his sister had been living in California with his paternal Grandfather on his dad's side at the time of this trip to Utah. The grandparents were bringing him to Utah to be placed in an adopted home and his sister was to go to a different home. Now, this was to be the first time that the two siblings had ever been apart from 1 another.
The boy was to go to the Domina family which consisted of Mary Lou (Mother) Maynard (father) little Max (son). Maynard worked on oil rigs and so was gone most of the time leaving Mary to tend to the boys. Now little Wolf naturally had his share of emotional and behavioral problems, which is to be expected given his life up to this point. That said, the events which took place over the next 2 years were to say the least, inexcusable. On one hand the family bought him all kinds of clothes and toys. But it was not long before the physical and psychological abuse began. Wolf remembers one incident (though not the reasons for its occurrence) where Mary in a fit of anger one cold winter's nite where he was forced outside in nothing but his underwear. He was out there for a while before she allowed him to come in. In another fit of rage, She beat him so hard with "his genuine leather belt" that she quite literally broke it in half!
She had shouted at him saying, "there! There is your Genuine leather belt!" There were other things that happened, like punching him in the face, and one which to this day he cannot remember how it happened, but he had a soft spot on the side of head. He told a teacher who examined him which lead him to being taken to the hospital. It seems he had a large spot where the blood seeped through his skull, forming a large Hematoma. (not sure of the spelling) He had to wear a tight ace bandage around his head for a month. This was a small respite for him. But perhaps, by far, one of the worst incidents to occur, was one afternoon, she got really mad at him for wetting his pants (can you blame him?) so she pinned a cloth diaper on him and pinned a sign to his shirt saying, "I am a baby" then, adding insult to injury, she proceeded to shove him out to the fence in the back yard and ridicule him and make fun of him in front of the next door neighbors!
there was one time she thought he was lying about something, and so in an attempt to try to force the truth out of him, she resorted to a version of interrogation torture in that she forced him to look up while she turned the shower on with ice cold water. Now, I realize this is more a collection of incidents and not much story telling here. But this is Wolf's memory of events.