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This was a history of an inconvenient family truth, translated with a history of convenient family denial. This story began over 30 years ago, originating from Niantic, Connecticut. This was a twisted soap opera that spanned many decades, and is now revisited with a later, perhaps more analytically correct understanding of this history. My sister (Claudia Haneberg) and her husband (Olav Robert Haneberg), kidnapped me from a set up Boston " Lunch Date", back in the 1970's, and forced me into the back of their car, and drove me to Norwich State (Psychiatric) Hospital, in CT. I was coerced by these two conscripted vigilantes into this institution against my will, where I was drugged, against my objections, with psychotropic medications, and incarcerated.The reason given for admission to this institution by my family was an alleged inexplicable psychotic episode. The real reasons for this episode were something quite different. I was not admitted into this state hospital for being a homosexual, I was admitted for a fight I had with my family that went too far on both sides. It was no coincidence that all of this discord reached a tipping point right as I left adolescence and approached adulthood. It was their prolonged mental abuse that led up to this point, that was omitted in their understanding and explanation to the world for their intervention. More than kin and less than kind, as Shakespeare, and I would say. When I got to the age of 20 or so, I revealed to my family ceremoniously that I was a homosexual. This was a truth that they had already covertly known, understood, and tried to correct with the imposition of psychiatry since I was a small child, years before I was to become self aware of my own sexual orientation.This developmental process of self discovery is generally called "coming - out " in our culture, it is a rite of passage, a coming of age process within a long existing yet suppressed, sociological subculture. Coming out to your family and the world is a very risky and traumatic milestone in a gay person's life, for your information, especially in this circumstance. This started a long period of heated arguments, mostly over a desperate attempt by my parents to protect my father's business reputation, and his lucrative military (submarine) contracts with the Navy, and General Dynamics/ Electric Boat. The dispute escalated until it reached a crescendo, a crossroad, where my family was in a position to chose their reputation and property, or their son. The primal bond between a parent and a child is a very strong one, that can't just be casually discarded for self interest in my view of morality. For the ignorant and fearful parent, the primal bond can be corrupted with the aid of persistent denial, and a twisted rationalization for self preservation and survival. Unfortunately for me, they chose their personal self interests, and their reputation and property over their son. It is disturbing to comprehend as a child, that there are circumstances where a parent will put their selfish self interest ahead of their child, even if it is to their own child's detriment. This realization is not a pleasant, endearing, nor empowering insight to wrap yourself around with in a warm and fuzzy familial context. My father had told me as a young teenager, that if I chose to be a homosexual that I would never find a job. He owned a family business, and I was his only son. My grandfather passed his business to his son, but this father was not going to pass that same business to this son. In the late 1960's he bought me a three piece suit, and gave me a little money to stay at the YMCA in the city of my choice, to look for a job from the classified ads. The suit was not enough to get a job other than dishwasher or busboy, no matter what city YMCA I chose. My father was right when he told me that no one was going to give me a chance. I sometimes stole and pawned some of their stuff in order to survive in this odd placement away from Niantic, CT. I certainly knew it was wrong to steal from my own family, and I hated myself and them for finding myself in this predicament. I was imposed with rage and anger, and I was at a loss to find a way to deal with it. I acted out irrationally to get their attention in this emotionally charged battle. I left the city YMCA and went into their home when they were at work, and put some of their furniture out on the neighbor's lawn, desperate to make a point to them over their misguided values and materialism. The point I was trying to make was that I should have been more important as their son, than their stuff, ego, or reputation. My survival was important, at least it was to me in this odd situation. The struggle here, and the choices that were being disputed really were not about stuff or materialism, something more fundamental was at issue here but not identified. The irrational acting out was a message loud and clear, but they were not going to

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