Jeffrey Dahmer
I, Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer came into this world at 4:34pm on the 21st day of May in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in 1960. Little did my parents know at the time of my birth that I would be one of America’s most famous serial killers not only for the amount of victims I killed, but for also dismembering them. My childhood started out like any other child. I had two parents who loved and adored me, giving me what ever my heart desired. While I was still young my father, Lionel decided to move the family to my grandmother’s house in West Allis, Wisconsin. It was then that my parents started fighting more and more often. And I took each fight to heart. Little did my parents know that there constant fighting would be one of the reasons for my downfall. A short time before my 4th birthday I was diagnosed with a double hernia that needed to be operated on. This operation left me feeling open and exposed, because nobody explained to me exactly what was going on. I felt scared by the operation, complete strangers coming up to me and exploring my body. This experience damaged my subconscious. But like every little boy my age I was just like anybody else climbing tree’s, riding my bike, and getting dirty. I loved to go to roadsides and collect freshly killed animals to take home and dissect. And over the years I became very good at dissecting the road kill with immense precision. By the time I turned six my mother gave birth to my brother David. I never became close to my brother; it just wasn’t something I needed to do. After David’s birth we finally moved into our own home, surrounded by open forest where I loved to go out and play make believe. Later in 1978 my parents got a divorce, which caused me to hide deeper inside my shell, very rarely speaking to anyone. I became a loner, experimenting with alcohol and drugs which eventually pushed away the few friends I had. As times got unbearable I often found myself without food, drink, and money which constantly made me sell what few possessions I had in order to buy more alcohol. When that money ran out I ended up even selling my blood to thirst my need for booze.