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Wrightsville Beach on March 6 was like the summer as you can see. You wouldn't know that it's still winter. It felt like nearly 80 degrees and within a week the temperature dipped into the 20s before warming again this week ending on March 19. (at Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbRUFeBN459/?utm_medium=tumblr

Wrightsville Beach is looking like summer when it's still winter on March 6. People are out in their swimsuits sunning themselves on the beach. (at Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbRTn-7tRpp/?utm_medium=tumblr

Prosecuting The Victim, Gender Biases, and The Psychological Impact of Injustice - Chapter 33: Release from captivity (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1188009457-prosecuting-the-victim-gender-biases-and-the

This chapter is another addition to my memoir on victimization. In this chapter, I describe my life after being released from captivity. I was the victim of a brutal crime and yet it was I that spent 7 months in jail and not the perpetrator/predator Ana Ensaf Amador-Riza who brutally attacked me and then lied by stating that I attacked her. I describe in this chapter, life as a homeless person in Durham

Here's the thing. If Ana Ensaf Amador-Riza asks to volunteer to work with children, you should say no. She has demonstrated to me that she is a violent predator/perpetrator. Her capacity for violence was sketched in blood across my face, my own blood poured down my shirt, onto my shorts, over my socks, and onto my sneakers.

I had been minding my own business, preparing for a yard sale the next day when this happened. I was expecting a female to show up for me that Friday afternoon of October 1, 2004. The person I was expecting was a sweet, pretty, kind, good African-American woman that I met at a homeless shelter where they also provided meals. She was the person on the phone with me as I sat handcuffed in the police car. Her sweet melodic voice of comfort will never be forgotten.

Sadly she was not my girlfriend.

The full name of Ana, the perpetrator that attacked me would not be known to me until 2021. Her husband, the landlord, James Vecchione was at the police station two hours before Ana arrived to tell her lies.

My point is this. Who is dangerous? Who would you fear to have around your children? Ana Ensaf Amador-Riza was a violent predator who brutally attacked me on October 1, 2004, when I was minding my own business and waiting for a sweet and pretty African-American female. I don't know if the fact that this pretty woman wasn't my girlfriend was a factor in why I somehow let Ana enter my apartment. I was also dating Shonda Cotton - a Black female who would visit me at that same residence.

Ana Ensaf Amador-Riza the predator/perpetrator was married to the landlord a guy named James (who we knew as Jimmy). I never thought that race had anything to do with this story. I was having sex with Shonda Cotton but we weren't committed to one another. She didn't ask me to be exclusive with her. She was black like the girl who I was expecting to show up on Friday, October 1, 2004, for a yard sale the next day - Saturday.

Snow on January 16 and 17 of 2022 in Carrboro, NC (at Carrboro, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CY0b3GJMXJ3/?utm_medium=tumblr

Prosecuting The Victim, Gender Biases, and The Psychological Impact of Injustice - Chapter 9: Motives, Gender, and A Motion for Appropriate Relief (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1164147690-prosecuting-the-victim-gender-biases-and-the

In this last chapter in a series of chapters about a dark time in my life, I reflect a bit on the gender biases that surrounded this story. It impacted even my assessment of my right or moral obligation to defend myself against a brutal and bloody assault. Growing up as a guy we are told not to hit a girl. That’s a great and noble idea that makes a great deal of sense unless one is brutally victimized.

I believe that the admonition against hitting females is based on the fact that in most cases a female is weaker than a male person. However, the perpetrator that harmed me on October 1, 2004, was the same size as I am, she was younger, stronger, faster, and more agile. I don’t know that it is noble to allow hard to come to our bodies. Unfortunately, I was unable to defend myself but even with the small chance that she had been struck unintentionally as I tried to shut the door and keep her from re-entering my apartment to do further damage to me, I worried that I had struck her and caused a small cut of injury. I was worried about not having delicately extracted a brutal and violent perpetrator from my apartment room.

Finally, I mention a potential remedy that exists in North Carolina that is called a Motion for Appropriate Relief (MAR). This seems like a statute that exists for a situation like this where other remedies do not exist. I will need to learn more about this. However, first I am going to turn and move this story forward in the next chapter to help you get to know me, the victim that had been traumatized. I won’t be referring to myself in this next chapter of the book because I want to keep things more positive. I’m getting ahead of myself though.

Prosecuting The Victim, Gender Biases, and The Psychological Impact of Injustice - Chapter 7: A Plea Deal for the Victim (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1164245439-prosecuting-the-victim-gender-biases-and-the

This chapter presents the ongoing horrors experienced by me when I was victimized first by the perpetrator that attacked me and then by the police, and then by the public defender assigned to represent a falsely accused victim. This all starts with a bloody and brutal assault perpetuated by Ana Ensaf Amador-Riza wife of James Vecchione on Bruce Whealton Jr. Throughout this story, I implicate my family of origin - Carrie Whealton, Bruce Whealton Sr., and Kathleen Whealton who allowed me to suffer in ways that defy words to describe.

I turn to and seek to have a healthy relationship with human beings like my sister who doesn’t want to talk about this. In the movie “Return of the Jedi” we watch the scene in which a son turns to a father who has been a villain but he believes that there is good in the person of Annakin Skywalker (Darth Vadar). Indeed, a father’s love compels Annakin Skywalker to give up his own adult life for the adult Luke Skywalker. I use the words “adult” because I have heard some people allege that an adult shouldn’t expect anything emotional, psychological, financial, or other in terms of support from their parents. If that was true then the pivotal scene in that movie would not resonate with moviegoers across time and across the world.

Yet in reality, no parent or family member normally can stand to see the suffering of their loved ones.

This chapter continues the saga of a victim faced with the lies of a violent predator/perpetrator... and a justice system that sometimes ignores the vulnerable victims of brutal crimes... in this case, instead of prosecuting the perpetrator of the crimes that were committed on October 1, 2004, they prosecuted the victim instead of the perpetrator. When have you heard a story like that? It’s not like someone else hurt Ana. Instead, we have a true story about how Ana hurt Bruce physically and then lied and said that she was the victim when in fact she was the perpetrator.

Prosecution of the Victim - A Plea For Justice To Clear My Name - Help m...

This is part of a series of videos that are a response to a question I was asked on Facebook. Actually it was posed more as a statement. I was informed that there are lots of jobs out there but I was also asked about other fundraisers. I am not seeking to sit back and hope that my friends on Facebook will help make my life better. I am on Indeed filling out applications and responding to job listings on a daily basis. So, yes, I agree, there are lots of jobs out there. Not only am I applying for these jobs but I am going out on interviews.

However, I have lived in virtual poverty for the past decade and a half. The way for me out of poverty and out of living on government disability is solely and exclusively dependent on access to lawyers that charge several hundred dollars per hour for their services. They are the gatekeepers that I must satisfy to get my life back and returning to living as a productive member of society. I understand that my Facebook friends have questions about my ongoing fundraising efforts. I have answers for you.

Prosecuting The Victim, Gender Biases, and The Psychological Impact of Injustice - Chapter 6: Holding the Victim Captive (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1164148091-prosecuting-the-victim-gender-biases-and-the

This chapter describes the kidnapping and captivity of the victim. That’s my way of describing the fact that I was being held in jail despite being the victim of a brutal, bloody, and violent crime while the perpetrator is out there free. There were two police detectives that believed the lies of the perpetrator that attacked me. They believed her over the evidence collected by their fellow police officers who had come in response to my 911 call... a call that every victim makes. So, yes, we have the victim being treated like the perpetrator... then held in captivity by the state of North Carolina in the county of Durham.

This is my story of victimization. This is my captivity. In October of 2004, the police in Durham caught the victim and put the victim in jail where the victim (me) remained for seven months. This chapter describes that captivity.

Prosecuting The Victim, Gender Biases, and The Psychological Impact of Injustice - Chapter 5: The Nightmare Begins & Gender Biases, Interrogating the Victim (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1163404798-prosecuting-the-victim-gender-biases-and-the

Here we get to the point of this book - the gender-biased that exists in our culture. The first responders to my 911 call after being the victim of a brutal and bloody assault were not skeptical of the fact that I was the victim of an assault by a female and that I am male. The evidence spoke for itself. I haven’t stated the gender aspects of this case other than by indicating that the detectives who had believed the lies of the perpetrator thought that she was an attractive female. I thought she was a violent and brutal psychopath.

It’s also important to realize that I can't believe I even have the courage now to tell this story.

I have been so terrified for the next decade and a half of the mere thought of you dear reader thinking for even a split second that I might have traumatized someone in that way.

It would be way after the case was settled in court (perhaps long after the statute of limitations has expired) before I could begin to talk about this matter.

This book opens with an account of how I was suicidal in 2019. It would take that happening before I could begin to heal enough to talk about what happened. I have to believe that something can be done someday.

How can anyone put the burden on someone like me to address this matter and seek justice in a more timely fashion? Now people talk about how hard it is to prove everything. A decade and a half later I found the courage to speak only to find out that it is too late.

Prosecuting The Victim, Gender Biases, and The Psychological Impact of Injustice - Chapter 4: Victimization Part II (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1150371679-prosecuting-the-victim-gender-biases-and-the

This chapter describes the encounter I had with law enforcement that arrived in response to my 911 call. At this time, I was still unaware of who had just attacked me. The perpetrator was still unknown to me and everyone else living in the apartment building where I resided. I couldn’t understand what kind of person would come into my home and attack me for no reason. She had known my name but that’s all I knew. She had shown up and asked the first guy she found “where’s Bruce?” As fate would have it, I was expecting someone that afternoon but it wasn’t her.

I had heard my name and before I could register the fact that the voice I heard was not the voice of the person I was expecting, I had answered, “I’m Bruce.” I had poked my head outside my apartment and uttered those words before I had time to think about the fact that the person and the voice I was hearing were not those of the person I was expecting.

Prosecuting The Victim, Gender Biases, and The Psychological Impact of Injustice - Chapter 3: Victimization - Part I (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1162985313-prosecuting-the-victim-gender-biases-and-the

In this chapter, I present a bizarre account of being victimized by a stranger in my home. I was staying at 721 Holloway Street in Durham - a boarding house. I had been in dire straights... otherwise I would have never moved into a drug-infested crime-ridden neighborhood. I would later find out who had victimized me but at this point, I didn’t have a clue as to who did it and why. The perpetrator must have confused me with someone else. The entire ordeal made no sense.

All she had said was “why do you keep calling me?” I had asked her “who are you?” No sane or rational person would do something like this, it seemed to me. It was a brutal and bloody assault. I was the only one bleeding as I had not been able to defend myself. Everything happened so fast.

In this book, I describe the psychological impact of trauma, victimization, injustice, mental illness, recovery, healing and being cured from mental illness. I hope this will be inspiring. I am so lucky that I can report that I have discovered that I have been cured from mental illness... for about two decades I was sick. I was on psychiatric medications and I thought that I would always have a mental illness and always have to take medications.

Sadly, some people suffer from chemical imbalances that require that they always have to take medications to cope with these symptoms. Perhaps, it's in their genes. The predisposition to developing a mental illness is believed to be genetic. However, anyone exposed to enough stressful events, trauma and other similar experiences can develop the symptoms of a mental illness or maybe we will have more than one diagnosis.

I know friends of mine who say that they wish they could get off their psychiatric medications. If that isn't possible, that doesn't mean one cannot recover and heal... With support and treatment it is possible to find a better life. My heart goes out to everyone who is suffering or hurting.

What Really Matters: Poems About Love, Loss & Trauma - Chapter 13: Dreamlike Visions (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/983023006-what-really-matters-poems-about-love-loss-trauma

Here is an update to this chapter of my book of poems about love, loss, and trauma. The nature of the trauma is not discussed in this book.

What really matters most to me are relationships and love. Second, only to my career as a clinical social worker helping others, is the joy and happiness I found in being loved and loving someone.

Joy has a definition that can include happiness and yet I find myself tempted to use both words to capture the sense that I am trying to convey. Elsewhere in my creative non-fiction books, I employ imagery in a different way to convey certain experiences.

The song lyrics are included below for reference. The song now must be heard laying down and with the opportunity to cry if necessary.

Prosecuting The Victim, Gender Biases, and The Psychological Impact of Injustice - Chapter 2: Making Healthy Connections in a psychiatric hospital (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1144183649-prosecuting-the-victim-gender-biases-and-the

Check out my latest book. I am seeking to find meaning in past suffering and injustice. I hope you will read my book and care about the matter... because as someone said "Justice matters!" And so does the truth. This is my story. I am the last person on God's green earth that would have thought they would write a book about injustice. I have lived my life according to the highest moral standards, never doing anyone wrong. I sought to help others in fact. I dedicated my life to overcoming shyness that I could help others.

I once was so innocent and naïve. I believed that because the people are basically good that nothing dangerous would happen to me - that I had nothing to fear. I also falsely believed that I had a mother who had maternal instincts and would be like a bear protecting their offspring. That instinct, from what I have seen, never goes away in "normal" mothers and fathers. I was once like Luke Skywalking in "Return of the Jedi" crying out "Father, please help me." Yet they were indifferent to my suffering... lacking in the normal emotions of a mother and father.

Prosecuting The Victim, Gender Biases, and The Psychological Impact of Injustice - Chapter 2: Making Healthy Connections in a psychiatric hospital (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1144183649-prosecuting-the-victim-gender-biases-and-the

Check out my latest book. I am seeking to find meaning in past suffering and injustice. I hope you will read my book and care about the matter... because as someone said "Justice matters!" And so does the truth. This is my story. I am the last person on God's green earth that would have thought they would write a book about injustice. I have lived my life according to the highest moral standards, never doing anyone wrong. I sought to help others in fact. I dedicated my life to overcoming shyness that I could help others.

I once was so innocent and naïve. I believed that because the people are basically good that nothing dangerous would happen to me - that I had nothing to fear. I also falsely believed that I had a mother who had maternal instincts and would be like a bear protecting their offspring. That instinct, from what I have seen, never goes away in "normal" mothers and fathers. I was once like Luke Skywalking in "Return of the Jedi" crying out "Father, please help me." Yet they were indifferent to my suffering... lacking in the normal emotions of a mother and father.

When the Victim is Assumed To Be the Perpetrator And The Perpetrator Pla...

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