I think one of the gangs that are currently in Wooster, Ohio is a gang that abused me in childhood, when I lived in Brentwood on Sceneridge Avenue.  This is the part of my life where I was hit by a car, and my parents blackened my bruises with a lead (graphite) pencil to take pictures to take to court for an insurance fraud scheme, intead  of taking me there.  I think this because my son said to me: "Remember the girl with the long wavy brown hair that you fought with in elementary school?"  For some reason he wanted me to tell him about this, and then when I told him what happened, he blamed me, which is a sign that this incident with this "friend" which was part of a bigger picture, was part of gang activity, particularly a gang that uses pawns.  This girl was a perpetrator and was a "best friend"  who I met at school, who walked to school with me sometimes, and who got jealous of me and became a bully because I got a new school coat.  She was my "best friend" only to walk to school when I happened to see her, and only because she was in my class at school, and in my Girl Scout troop, but one day out of the blue, became one of the perpetrators and smeared small red berries that grew on shrubs all over my new coat out of spite and meanness. This girl, named "Karen" used the same first name as one of my cousins, but was not my cousin, and had long, wavy dark brown hair, a face with a somewhat wide nose (where she could have been part black generations ago based on her facial features and dark brown eyes), and was supposed to be Italian but used a German last name (Becker). [ I have detailed this incident with this gang and other associations with these people under part two of my short autobiography - "Sceneridge Avenue - in Brentwood, Pennsylvania"; (elementary school).  I think other people know the "family" that these people are a part of, which I think is a very specific gang or group].     

 

Prior to moving to Wooster, Ohio I had some problems with a low functioning group of people who moved onto my street.  These people were white weirdos with bad attitudes who stood in front of one neighbor's house and drank bottles of beer.  When I would come home, these hoods would yell obsenities at me as I drove by and would literally do harassing things like falling down on the ground in some sort of "show" for no apparent reason.  Their kids were dirty and unruly.  There was one man who seemed to be the leader of this "brat pack" of kids who kind of looked like Charlie Brown from the cartoon strip.  These bullies also harassed my son when he came home from school and at school and he was their friend off and on.  They never harassed my husband in any way.  In addition to this, when no one was home, someone kept coming into our house and tearing things up and moving things around.  Then police started hanging around corners and gave me tickets for things like going 5 miles over the speed limit, so I figured it was time to move somewhere due to harassment.  In addition to this, in my job, a county vehicle rearended me while  I was working and in my car.  My job was to visit foster homes as a caseworker, so there was a lot of "field work" required in this job.  Crooks tried to put me in the hospital there, which I had no choice about.  I was rearended by a county vehicle, and within two minutes, a police car and an EMS vehicle showed up.  These folks put a chiropractic collar around my neck, and pinned me into my car, telling me that I "had to" go to the hospital.  The hospital did not keep me there, because there were not injuries to warrant this.   I started chiropractic care there in Columbus and then transferred this up to Wooster, where I was medically abused.  This Wooster chiropractor cracked my neck too hard and created a permanent lump on the back of my neck.  Crooks were clearly trying to create a disability out of spite, to help this "husband".  We moved to Wooster because it seemed like a normal town at least from a distance, and because my husband was from here (aka his 'hometown').  He would never relate to people outside of his job while we lived in Columbus or anywhere else, so I thought that moving here would make a difference.  It didn't.  While in Wooster, I have sent out literally thousands of resumes.  I have interviewed for a few jobs and have done some other jobs on a short term basis, until crooks caused problems.  For example, I worked at Hart Research for a low wage doing phone surveys until one of the supervisors there decided he didn't like me, and waited until all of the other employees were sitting there and yelled at me loudly to embarass me as if I had done something wrong.  Then, he walked me to the door.  In addition to these kinds of things, crooks keep setting up these "fake" scenerios.  For example, I went to a 'training' that was held in a hotel in Sunbury for an organization that was supposed to do diseaster reclamation and in actuality does not exist.  While there an instructor changed my answers to make them wrong, and to disqualify me.  I am supposed to keep writing about these incidents but never get paid for this "spotting", in addition to having to live with this abusive ex-husband who I have been trying to find a way to get away from or avoid for years and years.  In addition to this, many of these local people are downright rude and just plain mean people.  I applied as a waitress at a local restaurant and was asked by the manager, who was female, if I was "stable" enough for employment.  Then a couple of people tried to pull me into weird insurance fraud schemes here.  On one occasion, a man rearenede me right in front of my house .  He was being followed by another man in a very large dump truck.  After vehicle one hit my car, both vehicles parked on the other side of the street.  Then, the man in the large dump truck, who looked like some kind of "gorilla" gang member, came over to where I was parked in my driveway and started yelling at me to intimidate me.  This intimidation worked because I let this go.  I suspect that things like this have also happened to other people here in Wooster. 

 

My 19 year old son now lives at home with his girlfriend, her baby (to someone else), and the few friends that drop in and sleep in his room, and he does not work.  He spent a lot of time in the juvenile system because he was getting involved in unruly gang type of behaviour.  Since he has been "out", he had only two jobs in his life - one which lasted for a week and the other that lasted for two weeks.  His girlfriend is another troubled kid, who is 18 years old and has spent some time in the juvenile system, and my son regularly has another boy staying there as well.  The thing about this girlfriend is that she has a young baby who was fathered by a boy who is still a minor and is in a foster home, so she will now receive welfare benefits from the state until child is 18  because of "father's situation".  The other boy in scenerio who is a friend of my son's and stays in my son's room on a regular basis seems to be a "nice, quiet boy, who is currently is school and has a local job", but a kid whose parents are not home that often and whose mother keeps dropping him off here to spend time with my son.  Although my son's girlfriend has a part time job she just got, my son refuses to work at any job or do much of anything else and has a terrible attitude.  I tend to stay disinvolved unless things get too extreme.  In addition to this regular "trio", other friends of my son's seem to drop by and spend the night always in his room from time to time.  I have a problem with my son's relationship but rarely say much about this, mainly because they never really dated, but not really because this girlfriend is a tad slow, and has a bad attitude, acting as if she doesn't hear me when I tell her anything, because I figure this is just another part of her disability.  They met after they both got out of two different juvenile facilities, she was already pregnant, and then they first moved in at her mother's house, and then here.    My opinion of this is that at 18 and 19 years old, they both need to live with their parents separately, get jobs and date but not this arrangement but I have no control over this since they are both over 18.  I personally think that this particular 'living arrangement' that these 'kids' have is a throwback to the time they both spent in juvenile correctional  facilities and to "gang behaviour".  I understand that in these facilities, a small group of kids are in same room similar to what they are now recreating.  I also don't think this is particularly healthy for this baby, who has his own crib, in the corner in the same room with all of these other people. 

 

I was stripped of any rights to have parental authority or actually be a parent, without being threatened.  This is because I got the divorce I wanted for years and years, but since I could not find a job, had to stay and be a "caretaker" with no authority, or be threatened to be thrown out, as if some kind of punishment for wanting out of this marriage and finally getting my wish.  I did not ask my husband for anything in the divorce because I thought that anything I got from him would be tainted anyhow, and  I really thought that I would be able to become employed after the divorce particularly since I have a degree, and live my own life free of abuse and abusers.  I had no idea that gangs and gangsters had taken over the state of Ohio and other areas, and had no idea what I would be facing after getting divorced.  I also worked in Wooster at a female facility for "Steps at Liberty Center" and had problems with a female gang member, and a staff member who acted like part of the Ku Klux Klan.  What they did there was weird, and unexplainable.  I started working there because I contacted them and because I have experience in the field.  I thought that this was one of those places where I could make "lemonade from lemons" and work on my chemical dependency certification, but it did not work out this way.  I was given a Sunday schedule with some other fill in hours, and on one of the Sundays I was supposed to work, went to work and another employee was already there saying she was supposed to "train somebody".  Then, they cut my hours that I had already scheduled and my final check was for around $50.00.  This is the kind of "job opportunities" that Wooster, Ohio offers to victims, and the the reason that I have been wanting to leave this place.  I have also worked in other temporary jobs and clerical jobs.  These folks are sort of strange in that they really do not want to get to know people, in particular me, and are remote and distant even when approached for friendship.  I haven't met any friends or associates through these jobs whatsoever who I could contact after the job or situation had ended, which is unusual.  I seemed to get along with many of the people on these other jobs, but my main function there was to interview them, to note any irregularities that they talked about, and they write those down as a "Civil Rights" type of exercise.  I never got paid for this part.  These writings never were fruitful for me income-wise, and I am not geared toward  working in these "other" areas anyhow where I cannot support myself, plus my son is now 19 years old so, I am now again seeking employment in my area which is Social Work, and in eventually starting my own agency.  Prior to being abused and dragged to Wooster, Ohio literally with manipulation, I had the goal in mind of wanting to gain more work experience in my field, and getting more education (I would like to get a Master's degree in Public Administration to go with my undergrduate degree in Social Work). What crooks essentially did was manipulate me to move here, then took advantage of me, and will not hire me in any Social Work area that is controlled by this particular crowd, including Wooster.  During this time of doing this "help" type of writing, I have come into a better understanding about the kinds of things people go through and although I have not been paid for this, it was not totally a 'lost venture'.  I think part of the reason that I have had so many problems with some of these people in and around Wooster is because of one person who proceeded me.  Instead of person interviewing people and noticing what was going on in this area, they apparently bonded with a gang and made themself some kind of a "Powerhead" which compounded this "gang problem", instead of working toward a solution.  This would be the person and the group of people who have given me the  most trouble in this area.  I think I was originally manipulated into area to be a victim but not to gain anything at all from the experience, and  I "think" what is happening is that I am following another person who came through Wooster, and am only placed in the jobs person worked in, for the exact amount of time this 'prior person' worked there, and person appeared to be low functioning, not staying in any job long.  I think this because I think I am in a "cult" sequence, and because I applied for many, many jobs in the area where I was never even called.  The people who abused me on jobs really had no reason to do this, unless I was following a particular 'cult sequence' and a predecessor only stayed in job for a certain period of time.  I am too much aware of this, but have chosen not to be bogged down by depression, because although "that bright oncoming light really was a train" in a figurative, not literal way, there truly is life and enlightenment after diseaster.  In my current life situation just as other negative life situations I have been in, I can "make the darkness of situation all encompassing and be stuck in this", or I can choose to look at what I have gained from this experience and what strengths I now have as a result of "this" to be able to move forward.

 

I also had a good friend in high school named Linda Penn, who ended up in Wooster, Ohio and died here. 

She had a problem with mental illness all of her life, and never completed college or stayed in any job for long, because mental illness would "kick in", despite medication.  I received a copy of her obituary from my father right after we moved to Wooster.  He liked this woman a great deal and felt sorry for her for several reasons:  she had a mental illness, she was highly intelligent, she did not have a father.  Her obituary listed volunteer activities she had been part of.  She could have been called a "borderline personality" with psychotic episodes at regular intervals, and she had issues with men but I don't think she was a lesbian.  She was a very tall white woman, about 5'10" tall, had frizzy brown hair which she kept fairly long, brown eyes, and was a very large woman with a very large, prominent rear end that truly could be called "globulous".  The only time I recall her ever losing weight or getting smaller was right after she got out of the psychiatric hospital on one occasion, and only because she said she was sick the whole time while in there and could not eat.  She was hospitalized in psychiatric hospitals many, many times before I lost contact with her.  I don't think she ever got married and/or had a long lasting relationship with any man but I could be wrong about this.  I don't know if it is her path that I am following in these jobs, or someone else's.