I finally have internet service after a few days without it due to moving from Yautepec, in the state of Morelos, to Mexico City.
After living alone in the house in Tlalpan my parents left behind, so large it had three pianos in various locations, my siblings decided to sell it. Since the money from the sale was divided among six heirs, the modest sum I received was only enough to rent a tiny place in the neighbourhood of Mexico City where I lived as a child and teenager.
Before my move from Yautepec, a town where the only white person was my dentist, where I had gone after the selling of my parents’ house in search of cheap rent, I had been talking on this site with Benjamin. We both have in common not just the fourteen words, but the four words (never, ever torment animals or children, which I summarise under the motto “Eliminate all unnecessary suffering”).
It’s curious how those who—unlike the distorted image Hollywood deceives us with—have been tormented by their parents to the point of psychic breakdown can, in their lucid states, see things that normies are incapable of seeing.
For example, when looking for an apartment in the capital, I had to pay for hotels because my brother, who inherited the family business, only let me stay in his apartment for one day, even though there was one room empty since his only son moved out. On the other hand, my old friend Marco, whom I’ve talked about on this site in several posts to illustrate what many YouTubers call “narcissism”, a condition that sometimes borders on psychosis, allowed my beloved family furniture into his home until his death. If it weren’t for Marco, I would have been dealt a terrible blow: the furniture that reminds me of the time when my parents hadn’t yet abused me would have been lost (Marco also offered me a room in his house to live in for a few days while I sorted out my affairs, although I declined his generous offer).
That’s the world! No one among the heirs of the Tort family after my parents passed is aware of what happened (my sister Corina died suddenly in 2016, and by law, her share of the inheritance went to her son, who now lives in Barcelona). Due to the torment my parents inflicted on me I was left unable to pursue a career, and wages in Mexico are so low that I couldn’t work either. If my siblings had been aware of what had happened, they would have left me the house so that I, who turns 67 next month, could live there for the rest of my days.
But they wanted money and now my future has become precarious…
My late sister Corina was fully aware that our parents murdered our souls, but no one who inherited the house has any conscience, and the same could be said of the family’s relatives and acquaintances. I am writing this entry because I owe the moral support, or the storage of my furniture, to people who have suffered psychotic breakdowns. Those I know who haven’t had these breakdowns don’t sympathise with me, nor with the new generations of children whose souls are being murdered at home; or with the animals being tortured in slaughterhouses and other sinister places.
I will use the little money I had left from the inheritance to translate into English my books where I narrate the tragedy that befell my family: a tragedy that not only destroyed the lives of Corina and me, but is repeated by millions of other abusive parents, with the difference that unlike me the victims do not write their autobiographies.
The topic is relevant even for racialists. A few years ago, one of them contacted me because he had serious mental health issues, and in my anti-psychiatric writings he found an oasis in a desert of incomprehension. And there’s a well-known racialist who has a website that he started even before The West’s Darkest Hour appeared. Many years ago he had such severe mental health issues that he was once labelled schizophrenic, if I remember his testimony correctly.
The topic of how abusive parents murder the souls of their children is fundamental, although it remains taboo in our societies. If Alice Miller weren’t anti-Nazi I would recommend her book, Breaking Down the Wall of Silence.
4 replies on “Selfish heirs”
Sometime ago you informed the readers of this website of the passing of your mother. I had once planned to ask if the death of your mother had caused a change, for better or worse, in your relationship with surviving relatives. Though I never did ask that question this post pretty much answered it.
My late sister Corina was the only good person in the family. She understood from a very young age what my parents did to me, and that’s why my mother declared war on her that ultimately destroyed her life.
Generally speaking, siblings who weren’t martyred at home don’t want to listen to the victims. I talk about this both in my trilogy and in unpublished texts. If I had a fan of my trilogy who wanted to know the details, I would send them those unpublished texts.
I think it’s for the same basic reason that I’ve been unable to share my recent Consumption autobiography with my family. My primary aunt thinks the world of my (recently deceased) mother and my father, as do all her children, my cousins, and those cousins from my other aunts, and my cousins on my father’s side – and then all their children – I have no-one in the huge family who would give it the slightest time of day. The parental gaslighting has been in totality. The only person who’s read it so far has been my mother, and she died before she could discuss it properly with me (part of me wonders if the buried truth of reading it brought her some psychosomatic shock and stress that hastened the end of her life by aggravating her prior stomach complaint – there were literally four days between her finishing it and her death).
PS. I’d be interested in your unpublished texts, provided I could have them in a word/PDF form to translate electronically. I’ve read Letter to mom Medusa also, but, as you know, I don’t yet read Spanish, so your other books are off limits until they’re translated.
Hi Ben,
In my family, only my late first cousin Leonora Galindo, to whom I dedicate a few pages in the ninth section of my trilogy, was interested and read my Letter to mom Medusa. The reason is that, since the Torts lived with the Galindos like siblings after Leonora’s mother died in an accident, Leonora was also a victim of my parents’ abuse and she did some soul-searching about what happened to her. Finally, like Corina Leonora couldn’t bear the tragedy, a tragedy that killed both even though Leonora got married and moved to Canada. Seven years ago, Leonora’s brother, Octavio, strangled his 16-year-old daughter before hanging himself (Octavio, one of my first cousins, who, as I said, we grew up as siblings, was the one I got along with the most when I was young).
I’m the only survivor who can now tell the family story. The other siblings or cousins either weren’t abused, or were and deny it all (I’ve just started reading Roger’s case in the Scott Peck book you sent me).
I think I could send you a lot of material in Spanish for you to read, including the trilogy. I’ll let you know by email. These days, as I said, are crazy because of the activity of my move from Yautepec to Mexico City. (This morning, for example, I hired a moving truck to transport 30 boxes of my books to Marco’s house, since they don’t fit in the tiny space where I currently live.)