Introduction to “Memoirs of a Healer/Clinical Social Worker – Autobiography of Bruce Whealton”

I began my autobiography with a story about how I became suicidal for several reasons. I’ll describe just one now. The fact is that what happened in the past – the trauma and injustice I experienced – has had an impact on my life in the here and now. This book is about how sometimes very, very bad things can happen to very, very good people. It doesn’t matter how you live your life. How good a person you are has nothing to do with whether or not you will be unjustly forced to spend time in jail.

In my story, not only did I live a life according to the highest morals and ethics but I dedicated my life to helping others, including victims of violent crimes. What is all the more bizarre is that I was the victim of the crime that occurred in October of 2004 which would result in me spending 7 months in jail. The actual perpetrator was never charged with the brutal and violent crime she committed. It was surreal to be sitting in front of police detectives soaked in blood while they insisted that I was the perpetrator and not the victim.

Two people go into a room and one comes out without a scratch and the other is covered in blood. Normally, this is a no-brainer. The victim is the one who is covered in blood. Right? That’s how that fateful experience with law enforcement began. The first responders took witness statements, looked for clues, and asked if I needed paramedics. What was unknown to me at the time was that the evil villain who attacked me had gone to the police reporting a lie in which she was the victim. The reality of this will never make sense to me. How does a person who is pure good get charged and convicted of a violent crime?

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