My Life In Hell

To pick up where I last left off, the buildings were so poorly renovated with cheap, inferior, secondhand worn, defective, 3rd rate, old, used parts, materials, workmanship, not even a half ass job went into these buildings. Absolutely no insulation or anything substantial or solid to keep the cold from coming in during the winter, or the heat during the summer, so we either froze or broiled. There was was no sound proofing materials to dampen sounds and noise, so whether or not you wanted to you could hear sounds from all directions. From the apartments on the floors below to the apartment next door, as well as the apartments across the way in the adjacent building. Sounds from talking, sometimes well into the night. To sliding door closets which they would slam instead of closing quietly. To dragging furniture instead of lifting it, refusing to muffle with either carpeting or something under the legs of the funiture chairs, tables, dressers etc, anything heavy that could have been lifted they dragged. They refused to muffle the sounds of walking which they did at all hours of the day and night, always running. Babies crying, telephones ringing. Any kind of sound vibration, coming in at all hours of the day and night, slamming doors, washing machines and dryers; washing clothes sometimes until 1-2 in the morning could be heard all the way from the 1st floor to the 4th floor. Air conditioners. Car horns, these lazy sob's refuse to get out of their cars have to honk their horns, car alarms, who is going to steal their cars? We are supposed to have a noise ordinance which is ignored. No noises between the hours of 11pm to 7am. Then there is the siren calling these creatures to prayer for their sabbath, having to put up with that ancient, primitive ritual. They subjugate one, force one to be under their control. Landlords are supposed to make repairs, Abraham Lesser never did. He expected everyone to make their own repairs. We couldn't make our own repairs and pay for storm and or replacement windows, cement boards as we did in the old neighborhood. To make this place liveable you would have to rip the place apart and start from scratch, most of the other tenants did that, but then they had the money to do that we didn't. Besides which my father never wanted to stay here, why fix up a place if you what to go someplace else. Not even the walls were made of real plaster or mortar bricks or real wood just half inch plaster board, and the kitchen cabinets were made of particle board, when wet falls apart. In the old neighborhood we lived on Shepherd Ave. between Hegeman Ave. and Linden Blvd. With the drone of the cars passing to and fro it was restful you could sleep even with people walking to work in the morning to go to their jobs in the factories. There are 2 stress hormones produced by the adrenal glands, cortisol and catecholamines which are necessary for the flight or fight response, but what happens when you can't flee or fight, you're forced to suppress the feelings, stuff them down and the stress hormones start attacking the body. In every one the results are different depending on the individual, you could eat and gain weight, drink and develop a drinking problem, develop a thyroid condition, heart condition, or the pigment follicles of the hair could lose pigment through peroxidation a direct result of the stress, and the stress hormones and the body and mind never having the chance to rest and sleep which is so vital for the body to recover and function. By the following year I was desperate I would have done or tried anything. An uncle had a book which I got hold of The Practicle Application Of Medical And Dental Hypnosis, by Milton H. Erickson, M.D., Seymour Hershman, M.D., Irving I. Sector, D.D.S. I read the book and some how was able to contact 2 of the authors. One wasn't able to provide any sources, but one provided the name of a doctor in my area, a Dr. Silber on Beverly Road. I always thought that I was what I would call influence-able or capable of being influenced because I always believed what I was told. Maybe that's different from being suggest-able; because it didn't work. My father spent over