My father the psychopath…Jack Munsey
One of my earliest memories that there was something terribly wrong with him was watching him beat the crap out of my mother because she disobeyed him.
I don’t even remember what it was about because I was only 4 at the time.
He was always a brutal disciplinarian whose actions were severe enough to warrant his being arrested, but my parents were Jehovah’s Witnesses, which provided them a safe and secure sanctuary to carry out their abusive actions while believing it was how God wanted them to control their children.

There was an incident when I was 14 that forever changed my opinion of my father.
We went with a group of people (JW’s of course) up to northern Michigan to go dirt bike riding for the weekend.
One of the adult men there (Bob O’Neil) was a guy I really didn’t like very much because he was always picking on me making his smart aleck remarks.
That evening as we all gathered around the campfire, Bob comes walking back to our camp after relieving himself in the woods, and he trips over one of the tent strings and comes wildly stumbling back into camp.
I thought it was funny, and so I said…”have a nice trip Bob”?
Bob got mad and proceeded to take the wheel from my motorcycle that was laying there due to a flat tire I was fixing, and he threw it down a hillside along with my tools I had there as well as giving me a bunch of his lip.
My father just sat there like a lump….a good for nothing lump!!!
He did NOTHING…not even a word.
Others of the camping party stepped in to break it up….but not Jack.
Now, if it had been me that threw some part of my motorcycle out of anger, my father would’ve slapped me silly for something childish like that, but Bob????!!!!
Nothing!
This incident impacted me in a big way.
I thought my father was a coward….
After our outing I confronted my father about the incident by asking him, why didn’t you stick up for me?
He said…”I don’t do that”
I said…..What do you mean you don’t do that?.....What???...you don’t stick up for me when somebody does wrong?....You don’t respect me enough to care?...what’s with you???
In his typically dismissive manner, he tells me to just forget it and that it’s all water under the bridge now.
(These were words I was to hear many, many, times in the years to come.)

In my best effort to NOT write a book here, let me focus on just a couple of things about Mr. Jack Munsey.

My father…according to what I’ve read would most likely be categorized as a “intelligent psychopath” because of his success in the business world and his ability to keep from crossing the line and getting caught for doing anything illegal.


Perhaps the single worst example of this man’s complete lack of conscience came when I worked at Westinghouse.

My father was an engineer there and I worked out in the factory.

There came a time when Westinghouse unveiled this new promotion of theirs in an effort to get ideas from its employees as to how to make the manufacturing process go faster and smoother.
They offered us prizes for our ideas….such as shoes, jackets, sports equipment….etc…the value of which all depended on the predicted savings or increased production that it created.

They had a protocol and a formal way of submitting and verifying each employee’s idea.
I had an idea for one of the machines in my department that I submitted.

Some weeks later I had a man (Lucarelli) from the front office come out to talk with me about the idea I had submitted.
There in his hand was the diagram I had drawn weeks earlier and he asked me to show him how it was supposed to work by running the machine in front of him.
He liked it and told me that they’d probably do it.

Several more weeks went by and then one evening the maintenance department came out and modified that machine exactly as I had designed it.
I felt pretty good about that.

Perhaps a week or so after that, my fellow employees began getting their prizes for the ideas they submitted.
Of course I wondered where mine was?
I never got it…not even an acknowledgement of my contribution.
I asked my foreman about it….I saw Mr.Lucarelli again and asked him about it….nobody knew nothing!!!!

Finally I asked my father about it demanding to know why I got screwed.
The first words out of his mouth were to denounce my accusation that I had gotten screwed.
He then went on to arrogantly boast that the whole prizes for money thing was his idea and that he knew everything about it because all the ideas crossed his desk and got his approval.

At that I said…well then you know, or should know.
My idea was used…so tell me…who got credit…who got credit big mouth????....you claim to know…tell me!!!

He say’s…”Oh I’m not going to talk to you when you’re angry like this….
I can assure you that you weren’t cheated”.

Again….he gives me that old…”its water under the bridge crap” and that I should just forget it and quit living in the past.

Now do I really have to explain what happened?
Isn’t it obvious that he stole it?
What kind of father does that?
By his own braggadocios arrogance he makes it clear he knows EVERYTHING on this matter….but refuses to seek a culprit who could clearly be linked to the paperwork involved.
Even more amazing…he has to know I know what happened and that it bothers me, but yet it would seem that’s exactly what he wants.

This is far from a lone or rare incident…..it is his very being…..may he burn in hell.

Hi michygander, Welcome to the forum. I have some health issues but should be able to answer your story in the next couple of days, just didn't want to have you feeling ignored.

Di

Hello Michy,

I fully understand your feelings.
My father too, I find is a psycho. It is horrible living with these creatures haunting around.

I read your whole story carefully and have found so many similarities between your father and mine.

1) Your father doesn't seem to protect you. Mine either.
2) He seems to be cinical when you have carreer-related problems, such as that reward.
Plus mine

I also ask myself constantly: "What kind of father does that?"

My story is very long and horribly complicated...
Few people will understand, it's a nightmare.

My father is a chaotic narcisistic self admirer who never showes compassion to me, my mother.

He's a carismatic person, who makes everyone kneel in front of his charm. Intelligent, cunning, manipulative, he always wins, but eversince I was a child I felt there was soemthing very unusually bad about him, different than other people.

- He was most of the time away from us, even though in the same city, but nnever at home. Right now too, lives at his own house in another city, where he lives many alternating lives one after another, many new friends, old ones become enemies.
- He always hunts for new friends, temporary relationships, has had many dogs, cats and he always replaces them (after making them fight with each other)
- In early childhood, (2-3 yrs) he used to beat me up brutally with his belt and sticks, for small things, like talking to him while he was watching TV
- He used to instigate me and other children against each other even at very young age, like 2-3. Most of the time (between 5-10) I was beaten by kids instigated by him and he laughed, I could not defend myself! When I cried, he praised them and laughed at me! This repeated hundreds of times.
- Sometimes he would "take me for a walk" to the park and city and would tell me crazy stuff for hours (like 3-5 hours), very long for a kid. Told me my mother was crazy, that my granparents don't really love me, my friends are envious of me and that the chocolate/cookies my grandparents were giving me contained poitons, etc.!
- Reapetedly he would explain me how "antisocial" and "uncolaborating" I am and that "nobody will ever love me", kept un reppeating to people (mostly to my friends) that "everyone is turning away from me" - NOT TRUE, but as he insisted, it started happening, everyone became suspicious, I became shy and started looking for relationships elsewhere. People all started thinking "something is wrong" with me, but was actually them who were naive and believed the psycho father that I have.
- When I was a kid, he used to visit doctors convincing them of physical and mentall illnesses that he said I had.
(A few years ago I found out that my medical file is full of complaints about antisocial and irrational behaviour, that he reported to doctors all my childhood. My file is full of his filthy complaints!)
- He always blamed my mother's family that they are stealing money from us and they are instigating me and my mom against him. Funny thing, we live very far from our relatives and he doesn't even meet them, he doesn't even know exactly who they are, but for the last 20-25 years, he made fights like every 3-4 days, sometimes kept us up until 3 AM with his hysterical verbal assaults, then the next day he seems not to remember anything!
- In my childhood I had to listen hundreds of times (no exaggeration) to the exact same sick stories about our "bad friends" and especially "bad relatives". I was not allowed to make friends with them, I would though, despite his protest stay very often with my relatives form my mother's side. He would then make scandals afterwards in front of my school friends...
- He would shouted violently for hours at my mother or grandparents, when they were alone at home (vulnerable). When someone came home, we changed completely into another person.
- I used to run out to the balcony whenever my parents were fighting, in my childhood this happened on a daily basis, for long hours, sometimes a whole day. Never ending madness, repeating paranoic scandals.
- He often believes that "secret agents" tried to assasinate him. But he's not and important person. Of course, he only says this to few people.
- At an early age (perhaps 12 or 13) I started having palpitations (irregular heartbeats) and at 20-23 had about 60-70 per day (I counted).
- He doesn't know a thing about me, if I try explaining my job to him, he's like... not even listening or daydreaming, but he always compares me to other people and praises them, destroys my image, telling lies.
- He adored other kids, teens and adults, compared them to me. When I was small, always showed me how much he likes them and hates me. He always found a new kid, new naive friend whom he was crazy about and instigated against me and me against him/her. I was sad, devastated. He enjoyed it. And he did it all over and over again.
- I was always the "BAD" example in my family, the "bad kid". Everyon in his part of the family is convinced that I'm some sort of an "enemy", the "black sheep" they are hostile and repeat the same sick stories he tells them. Those people also hate my mother, the same way.
- I never had any problems in my childhood, teen years, therefore he has no reason to hate me at all. He was rarely home... And I was very quiet, perhaps the ideal victim for him.
- When degrading me verbally, offending me, in my childhood I would hide in the bathroom or under the bed, running from him, crying alone. And, he came after me and laughed. He often draged me out from under the bed and vulgarly shouted at me and laughed. Brought other people into my room where I was crying... He was incredibly brutal.
- He shows no shame whatsoever in any situation! Even if he destroys his own reputation, after all we are his family. He doesn't seem to know that, he just attacks us like we were some strangers. Shows absolutely no link to us.
- He often talks about ugly subjects, such as mental illnesses, sexual illnesses, deceit, theft, masturbation, etc.
- After he makes us suffer, he often explodes of laughter, he gets red on the face, he is happier than I am at Christmas!
- btw... he always shouts, curses on Christmas and New Year, when I was a kid, he sometimes beat me on my birthday, he enjoyed it... He cursed my mother's dead relatives on New Year's Eve last year and said some very filthy things to my mother.
- I saw him very happy when people died in my mother's side. His sister died and doesn't seem to be affected by it. She was sick and he didn't even visit her. He was ironical.
Sometimes says pathetic speeches and "God's bleesings", often curses her horribly.
- He thinks God adores him, he often seems quite fantical about it, but he is a profoundly bad intentioned sarcastic man.
- He often curses dead people and laghs towards me, like he would expect me to "help him" attack them (like my own mother, cousins, friends...). He's unbelievably immoral, no rules apply to him!
- Since the age of 10-12 I dont' respond to his instigations, I simply cannot be jeallous, rather isolate myself from potential dangers... But the risk is that I keep running from my raltionships into which he "inserts himself" like a snake... He makes friends withh all my friends, then he starts polluting the relationships. I run away.
- He instigates people against each other and they don't even realize it! He sometimes praises himself about this at home.
- In my childhood, he stole food from my plate (all the time), stole it all and ate it up, sometimes I caught him eating it in secret in a room, etc. Still does it, so I cannot eat in front of him.
- He stole objects belonging to me, my mother and give them away as gifts to people, in front of us!
- He would sometimes give us big gifts in public, but would take them away the next day... People always remained with the positive impression.
- He always thinks we steal, but he steals...
- He always thinks we are manipulated agianst him, but he does manipulate people around us...
- He doesn't have real stable relationships, only me and my mother have, he just "inserts himself" into our groups and demolishes all, but with surgical precision, few people ever notice.
- He hates many people but is friends with most of them! He never confronts anyone except children, weak women, old people, whom he savagely attacks if these people are left alone with him.
- I was verbally offended several times by strangers and my father didn't defend me! He sometimes allies with them and shows no link to me, he also attacks me.
- In my childhood, when we were anywhere with the family, he was always separate from us, a few meters away. And would hunt for other people around, like at picnic or mountain trips, he went to the other tents, stayed all day with them and instigated them against us.
- He would rarely travel with us, didn't bring us anywhere. But we would go on trips with other families.
- He is a "collector". Collects items that me and my mother call "trash": broken pens, pieces of wood, old casette recorders (broken), also broken engine parts, everything that's not working and has no value at all. In other words, he has very few items that are functioning. Also, these have no aesthetical, nor scientific value...
- He hated my friends, but he was secretly meeting with many of them. And my friends and their families said he is a "nice guy", but he made them believe crazy things about me and my mother... Some people though I was kicked out of the university, others thought I was homosexual (not true), others thought my mother is mentally ill, he even said that I have some thyroidal problems, all LIES!
- Recently he visited people in my mother's family. People whom he hates, but we are not that close to them, so they don't know how I, my mother and father are. He is trying to convince people in my mother's family (whom he hates to death) that actually it is me and my mother who hate them and, our naive relatives seem to believe him. They are suspicious and they try to "calm me down" and say "it is for my own good to end the conflict and get out of isolation". I am not isolated and in no conflict! They don't see that my father is playing with their minds...
- In my childhood, if I caught cold or if I fell, he tried to convince people that it's a mentall illness which I have have from my mother's side - SICKO!
- When I was a kid he tried convincing doctors and family friends that I am ill. He gave me at least 2-3 DOZEN diagnostics, just to mention a few: parasites in stomach, autism, epilepsy, schizophrenia, anemia, brain tumor, antisocial disorder, thyroid problems (this is the latest!). He also diagnosed my mother, a cousin, people from his own family.
- I sufferedn in silvence, only confronted him at the age of 23, when I also called him "mentally ill" and asked him why he's doing all these? He had no diea what I am talking about. My grandmother was watching the scandal. He was trying to tell my grandma that "lately i say silly things and that I should get help from a psychiatrist". My grandma told him that we all know he's the one with problems, still he was explaining that it's me who's lieing..
Eversince (even today) he cries to people around, including to his mother-in law (grandma), that I want to beat him up and kill him, he says he's afraid of my mother too! Because we know he's nuts...

As you read this, you might think it's evident that he's sick, but NO, HE ACTS SO WELL, IT's IMPOSSIBLE TO TELL!
He's so well covered up that nobody even has the slightest clue abotu who he really is. He's a very bad man in constant evolution. But periodically returns to mad stories form the past.
As time goes by, he "remembers" more and mroe "bad memories" abotu my mother, me, etc. But they never happened!
As time passes, his bad memories grow, he adds more spice to it and makes up whole lives, whole paranoic World.

In other words, he makes the whole thign up!
But, doesn't even stick to one story, varies, adapts it cosntantly all in order to hurt us!

He never cared about us, never showed not even minimal compassion, caring. He has a heart of stone. It's tremendous paion for me.
I already had a nervous breakdown at 21, the shrink said it was a light/not so bad form of neurosis, but she did not understand me and I think she wasn't well trained.
I am well now, but surprisingly i got better after I confronted him 2 years ago. (details below)

At 23, I attacked him verbally, also calling him sick, putting all the hard reality in front of him, because I wanted to get some response. But he jsut talked his way out, twisted, turned and then I realised that he's very ill indeed, not just bad, but mad.
He laughed at me as I almost cracked of pain and anger!
He quickly made friends with the people against whom he was instigating me, many of them in my mother's family.
He told those people that I don't want to get a driver's license and that he suspects that I have sexual disfuctions, thyroidal problesm and my mother is mentally ill, I have severe carrer problesm, he said I hate everyone around me...
Crazy! Now, those people are trying to convince me that I should get a driver's license, should go to a doctor for thyroid and should stop the conflcit (what conflict???)... So, in the last 2 years everyone is fighting me like it was that problem! No, it's a totally different one!
I was always defending my mother's family, when he said they want to poison him. Now, they think I am beating my father up and my mother has a lover (not true!) -> they help him, treat him like a baby, LOL!
The same people that I defended are now with him...
(While he was previously telling me that those people steal from us, have sex with their daughters, beat each other up, play in porn movies, are secret agents, have brain tumor, also that they want to poison him, want to steal me and give me away for adoption - said when I was small, etc.). Truly mad fantasies!
Behind their backs, at home, recently he told me something like "Don't give a s***t about your f***ing realtives, I wanna make all your lvies miserable, even if that's the last thing that I'll do!".

He changes sides all the time, he is actually friends with all and enemy against all!

The problem is that I suffered so long. Now I realized that he's a hopeless psycho. Everythingng I read about psychos, perfectly fits him.
Nobody helped me, I suffered in silence because of him all my childhood and teenage years. Everyone loved him, many accepted his stories about me, often bullied, picked on, despised me...
I feel horribly sorry for my mother too... she suffered all the time. He hit her, but I managed to stop him, se said he wants to kill her. Don't know if that was tru, but he was actually begging me afterwars (we went out of the house, I took him for a walk to calm him down),to let him beat her up "just a little".

Unfortunately I cannot hate the sick bastard, I love the psycho, he's my dad.
And he's an intellectual, doesn't seem as crazy as I know him. He wears masks all the time. There's nothing behind the mask, I cannot imagine if he has any basic personality, it's all fake, pre-learned scripts, which he repeats and repeats, alters according to the situation.
He mutates, changes, he also imitates people.

If I want to live normally, I have to isolate him from the rest of my life.

My father has literally polluted my relationships, perhaps because he cannot have any!

...really sorry for the long text, but this is just a drop from the big stormy ocean....