Who's Gonna Love Me

A. McKenna

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WHO’S GONNA LOVE ME? is the true story of one man’s journey to overcome the effects of a lifetime of abuse. It is the story of how abuse as a child can lead to abuse as an adult. It is a lesson of how abuse victims are often ill equipped to recognize and remove themselves from abusive situations be it physical, emotional, or psychological. People who are abused young often lack the tools necessary to recognize abusive people. A. McKenna experienced each of these types of abuses over the course of his lifetime. His last experience shattered his life completely and almost took his life. It was only then did he seek out the necessary help to understand the abuses of his past and the people he was always drawn to. It is an inspiring story of one man’s struggle to find redemption from a life that had been so cruel.

Sujets

• Biography
• Journey
• Autobiography
• Life

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 28 juin 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798369400357
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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WHO’S GONNA LOVE ME
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A. McKenna
 
Copyright © 2023 by A. McKenna.
 
Library of Congress Control Number:
2023910831
ISBN:
Hardcover
979-8-3694-0037-1
 
Softcover
979-8-3694-0036-4
 
eBook
979-8-3694-0035-7
 
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Rev. date: 06/28/2023
 
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Who’s Going to Love Me?
 
Chapter 1       Misplaced Childhood
Chapter 2       Damaged
Chapter 3       Children’s Aid Society
Chapter 4       Ohio Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Orphans’ Home
Chapter 5       Crazy Step-Monster
Chapter 6       My Escape
Chapter 7       Mother Fails Again
Chapter 8       Re-enlistment
Chapter 9       Success Is Often Lonely
Chapter 10     Love and Deception
Chapter 11     A Nontraditional Marriage
Chapter 12     A New Beginning
Chapter 13     Teaching Was My Destiny
Chapter 14     Another Poor Choice
Chapter 15     How Politics Upended My Life
Chapter 16     My Comeback
 
Epilogue
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I never imagined I would ever write a book, much less a book about my own abuse. I have kept my abuse a private matter for my entire life and it was only after being catfished on Twitter and almost dying before I began talking about it. I told my story to a friend who told me this was a story I needed to write. Writing this story not only helped me deal with some of my trauma, but it also introduced me to some new friends while cementing my relationship with some old friends.
To my friend and colleague Diane. This book would have never happened without you. Thanks for listening to my stories and helping me realize that not everything is my fault.
To my friend Heidi, who I am going to visit 3 days from this writing. We fight a lot, but through it all we have remained friends despite what Rebecca would have had you believe. You have been a wonderful and amazing addition to my life and I am grateful.
To my friend NB, who has taught me more about Twitter and its deceptive purposes than I care to know. Thank you for inviting me into your life and the life of your family. You are 100% legit in my book and I think you are awesome.
To my friend and colleague April, who convinced me to write a second edition. The first edition contained my entire Twitter experience because I had this need to get the poison out of my system before I was poisoned to death. The second edition put the focus squarely on my abuse and truly marginalized those who abused me on Twitter. I made them more of a blurb. Thank you April for convincing me to write it again as I think i wrote the story as it was meant to be told.
To my friend Nadine who I fight with all the time and yet she is still here 2.5 years later. She came to me a week after my Twitter experience came to an end and told me I had done nothing wrong. She said she would stick around long enough for me to feel better and then she would be on her way, and yet she is still here so thank you for sticking around to see the healthy version of me.
To my friend Koolie who was my sounding board for much of this book and helped me make sure my book was not an attack on women, but to highlight the attacks I faced from women as a result of my poor choices. I find most women wonderful, and most of my friends are women. I just made bad choices on who I got involved with. I was however quite angry after being catfished and Koolie made sure that I kept that anger focused where it belonged. Thank you Koolie for all your time and your friendship.
I want to thank my friend Beth who has taught me that we can live our life without making abuse the dominant focus in our lives. She has taught me that I am not alone in my suffering and has reenforced in me that I have value outside of my suffering.She is an amazing friend to me as well and I am grateful to have her as my friend.
I want to thank Miss Trocano for helping me become the decent person I am in spite of all my obstacles. You will forever be a mother to me and if you happen to read this please contact my publisher to get in touch with me. I have missed you for forty years.
Finally, I want to thank my followers on Twitter who have watched me struggle as I tried to redeem myself and come back stronger than ever on the platform. I never would have climbed back if not for them. They have been so supportive in helping me back. I would not have a presence without them and they played a big role in helping me return to a positive emotional state with their kindness. They matter a great deal to me.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A. McKenna is a veteran, former businessman, and currently a special education teacher. His BA is in history and education and his master’s is in education with a focus on special education. He currently has his license in educational administration as well. He resides in Cleveland, Ohio.
The life of A. McKenna has been a journey of painful lessons that have taken him to heights in his career but to some very dark lows in his personal life. As a product of horrific childhood abuse, he has encountered many obstacles along the path to success. This inspiring memoir is the story of the challenges he faced navigating harsh environments and abusive relationships to eventually find a place of joy. Because he was never given guidance at an early age or taught how to deal with or identify obstacles, he had to learn many painful lessons the hard way. His was a life of giving and never receiving while still searching for the love he never had growing up. It is the story of one man’s journey to self-actualization.
We can all be successful regardless of our circumstances if we are willing to work hard for success, but it is imperative that we seek help or ask questions long before our concerns consume us. Abuse does not have to define us, and we need not let it control our daily lives or influence who we choose to associate with. We can rise above and recognize when people simply do not fit into our lives. We must learn to trust ourselves and not others when we know changes in our lives must be made. We can make our lives as we want as we begin to understand who we are and what we want.
Educators, victims of abuse, social media victims, financial abuse victims, and anyone who has ever endured making poor relationship choices will find Robert’s story especially empowering.
WHO’S GOING TO LOVE ME?
I awoke last night having the worst panic attack I have had in years. Sweat was pouring down my face, my heart was racing, and my body was trembling all over. The events of the past year, but especially the last few months, took me to places I thought I would never return to because I thought there were only so many cruel people one could encounter in a lifetime. I was wrong. In the last year of my life, I encountered the worst kind of person. The one who listened, sympathized, and used my deepest darkest secrets to her advantage as she psychologically destroyed me for two years of my life. I thought I had escaped this life, but the reality was I was only hiding from my demons. I was safe if I remained alone, but if I let the wrong person in, I was in danger of breaking from their intolerable psychological cruelty. I was not equipped to recognize bad people, nor how to remove them from my life until my life was in danger, or I was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. This experience forced me to take a good look deep inside myself and get to the root of my struggles and seek the help I desperately needed.
I have been a victim of abuse my entire life in some form or another. I was recently diagnosed with PTSD, adult ADHD, and a panic disorder. My abuse consisted of physical, emotional, and psychological. It would also include sexual harassment and cyberbullying. My inability to ward off these abuses can be traced back to my desire to just please women, which may be a substitute for pleasing a mother who just found no use for me. Somehow, through all of this, I have found success both as a business owner and a successful schoolteacher, all while living through the worst forms of abuse imaginable and keeping it all a secret for so long. A teacher friend of mine heard my story and said there are a lot of sad stories out there, but yours is one that needs to be heard, and by telling it, I might provide hope to others while healing myself, so that is my hope.
CHAPTER 1
Misplaced Childhood
A friend of mine asked me what my first happy memory was as a child. I thought long and hard but could not think of any before the age of seven. However, there are many memories of the most vile and disgusting forms of behavior ever put upon a child. The kind of behavior that should be criminalized, and in many cases is criminalized today. When I was a child, they never talked about such behavior, or they blamed it on things like postpartum depression or some other form of m