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Manual Labor…

Posted by ShredderFeeder on December 5, 2011 in Childhood Trauma, Fatherhood, Kids

Just a quick note… My kids are driving me nuts about school… Especially my 9 year old… This weekend, I have a GREAT idea… I have a pile of rocks in my back yard..  I’m going to ask him to move them from one side of the yard to the other. When he’s done with [...]

 
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Dear Teenager…

Posted by ShredderFeeder on March 29, 2011 in Childhood Trauma, Disorder, Family, Fatherhood, Kids

I’ve wiped your butt, cleaned up your puke, held you when you were sick, taught you to swim, and this is how you thank me…

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Moody bastard…

Posted by ShredderFeeder on March 1, 2011 in BiPolar, Childhood Trauma, My Story

I spent years being told to “snap out of it” that I was being unreasonable, that it was all in my head.  Then when I received my diagnosis of Bi-Polar disorder (Back then they called it “Manic Depressive Personality Disorder”) and it was confirmed, I was *STILL* told to snap out of it. What part [...]

 
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Photographic Memory sucks…

Posted by ShredderFeeder on July 16, 2010 in Childhood Trauma, Family, Fatherhood, Kids

My brain is *SUCH* an asshole.  I have a photographic memory, but I have *ZERO* control over it.  I recall the strangest stuff but usually can’t remember where I left my keys. I had another life.  Before this one.  Before the kids, before my wife (well, after her, but before this iteration.) I was married [...]

 
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Father’s Day Part 2 – The Family’s Revenge

Posted by ShredderFeeder on July 5, 2010 in Childhood Trauma, Family, Fatherhood, Kids, My Story

(If you don’t care about the trainwreck that is my family, you can skip this post. It’s really intended for an audience of one – but as I *AM* a blogger and it’s my nature to air dirty-laundry online…here goes) Wow – I forgot that my sister reads my blog from time to time. I [...]

 
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To my dad on father’s day…(Rated R)

Posted by ShredderFeeder on June 20, 2010 in Childhood Trauma, Death, Family, Fatherhood, Kids, My Story

Dear Dad. You’ve been dead now for 13 years and as I don’t believe in any form of afterlife I know that you’ll never know how I feel. This isn’t for you this is for me. Fuck you. You were never a father to me, or more specifically, you were never my “Dad” You made [...]

 
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An Early Father’s Day Post

Posted by ShredderFeeder on May 13, 2010 in Childhood Trauma, Family, Fatherhood

Well, the time has come.  Yet another in a series of manufactured holidays intended to encourage us to go out and spend money we don’t have on stuff we don’t need.  Luckily women have it much easier than men most of the time when it comes to gift shopping.  Tools or small personal electronics and [...]

 
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Panic! in the Cub Scouts

Posted by ShredderFeeder on November 4, 2009 in Autism, Career Choices, Childhood Trauma, Family, Panic

Panic didn’t want to go to cub-scouts tonight because he didn’t want to leave his “favorite toy car” at home. No amount of cajoling, prodding, poking, bribing, etc. would change his mind.  No amount of explaining that tonight we’re going to go and be with his friends and learn about the flag ceremony and this [...]

 
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For @bwlight: On being the token white-guy.

Posted by ShredderFeeder on October 4, 2009 in Childhood Trauma, Civil Rights, Hawaii, Travel

Ok, I’m Scottish/Irish.  Therefore i can say I’m almost the whitest white-person on the planet.  (Ok, I carry some Italian blood but we don’t talk about the asshole who raped my biological mom when she was 15 – that’s a different post altogether.) I was born in Kailua, Hawaii and lived there until I was [...]

 
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Once a Marine…

Posted by ShredderFeeder on September 15, 2009 in Childhood Trauma, Military

Always an asshole… Ok, I’ll be honest, this is based on my limited exposure to them, you know, spending 2/3 of my life living within 5 miles of a marine base. First off, if you haven’t, read this post by my other (and much better) half. The hidden Horrors of Military Service Then hear this.  [...]

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