The police were then summoned, and while Sinthasomphone(the underage victim) labored to recover, they asked him where he'd gotten the drug. I also don't like that Jeff's prison minister pretty much said that if Jeff had had God in his life, the murders wouldn't have happened. I looked elsewhere and found calculated necrophilia, human taxidermy, trepanation, and cannibalism—all ultimately at the rate of one murder per week. Lionel is withering about his inability to see what he thinks was in front of his eyes, the depth of Jeff’s problems, his social withdrawal, his teenage alcoholism – no friends, no girlfriends, no interests, no sports, no music, a failure at everything he turned his hand to. When he was four, and pointed to his belly button and asked what would happen if someone cut it out, was that merely an ordinary question from a child who had begun to explore his own body, or was it a sign of something morbid already growing in his mind?

She covered up for Jeff and pretended he was harmless and innocent, but finally asked him to move out. Two talk shows (Geraldo and Donahue) both hosted a disguised man "Mike" who started horrible and false rumours about the family. After Jeffrey was killed in prison by another inmate in November 1994, Dahmer wrote an additional chapter on the death of his son. The father of serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer describes his shock at hearing the news of his son's crimes, his entry into a world of complete denial, and how, during Jeffrey's trial, he placed himself in his son's shoes. The most interesting and emotionally challenging book I read during my bygone period of fascination with the sorts of issues that delve into the supremely dark sewers of human nature -- and serial killers certainly fit and (greatly define) the bill.

A Father's Story is clearly Lionel Dahmer's attempt to understand his son's evolution into one of the world's most renowned serial killers with particular emphasis on his personal role. The most important thing to me that just makes me want to say after reading this is: Thank you Dad for being with me all these years, and all the unconditional love that I've always had. The strongest statement in the book is Dahmer's denial of an allegation made by a former male lover of Jeffrey's that he sexually abused his son as a teenager. To me, an outsider, the obvious answer to a question like Jeffrey Dahmer is that he is simply a sociopath.

I would start some task, working slowly through it, as I always did, and suddenly my mother would appear, and in a few quick strokes, either of mind or hand, she would finish it for me. Instead of scrolling through your social media news feed, this is a much better way to spend your spare time in my opinion. Each year, I'd dreaded moving up to the next grade, even when that move would not mean any change in school buildings, and despite the fact that I would still be surrounded by children I already knew. Dahmer goes on to recite his son's litany of failure: dropping out of college after only one semester; being kicked out of the army for his alcoholism; his interest in devil worship and seances.

I can't begin to imagine the nightmare that has become of this man's life after his son committed such gruesome crimes. His descriptions of his own childhood pyromania are pretty amazing, as are his expressions of sad, mild sympathy for his son.

Somsack Sinthasomphone had been an innocent victim, by law a child, and my son had purposely lured him to his new apartment, drugged, and then sexually abused him. In many ways, this is the novel I wouldn't mind reading about the math-professor father of a serial killer. An anguished memoir written by the father of a serial killer, trying to imagine what went so horribly wrong inside his family. There were flashes of attempted sincerity, but overall I felt he wanted me to think him a hero and was manipulating the book even to the point of confessing his own arson and his high-school bombing that had not been discovered so that I would approve of him. Jeff had hit bottom as a son, absolute bottom, and I could feel that he was taking me down with him, dragging me into the utter chaos that he had made of his life, and doing it publicly.Dahmer questions himself if he should have known what his son was up to and tries to figure out if there were signs in Jeffreys childhood that he was disturbed. A short corridor led to the bathroom and bedroom, and it was cut off from the living room by a sliding door. Deeply thought provoking - this book provides us with more questions than answers, but in essence just confirms that no one knows a person truly if they are keen on keeping a lot of secrets.

I have read a lot if literature pertaining to Jeff's crimes , people who think they could explain it based on psychiatric judgements etc so it's refreshing to reading an account from a entirely personal view, not a doctors or a someone who poured over hours of transcripts but from his actual father.And this was written before Jeffrey was murdered in prison by a fellow inmate (I read the version without the addition about the murder that came after). NOTE- TO PEOPLE WHO HAVE GIVEN THEIR THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS ON THIS BOOK, I'D POLITELY REQUEST YOU TO STOP, BECAUSE THIS IS NOT FICTION. By using the Web site, you confirm that you have read, understood, and agreed to be bound by the Terms and Conditions. He stared wonderingly as a beaker of phenolphthalein turned dark pink when I introduced ammonia into the solution. He reveals he was once an atheist and seems to suggest that had he believed in God, he would not have done what he did.