I am the youngest of four kids. My oldest brother is about 8 years older than me and I admired him greatly growing up. I was fascinated by everything he was fascinated by, I listened to the music he listened to, and watched the movies he watched. All I wanted to do was be him. He was always into horror movies and horror stories so I was surrounded as a kid.
This brings me to two major traumafessions. The first is in regard to the horror classic HALLOWEEN. It was my brother’s favorite horror movie and Michael Myers was a major horror icon to him. He dressed up as Michael during spirit week in high school one year and actually scared a girl so much that she ran out of the classroom. Of course this led to me seeing HALLOWEEN at the age of five. This movie is traumatizing to people in their 40’s and here was five year old me seeing Michael Myers stalk babysitters. It’s not that I was a babysitter, I was still a kid being babysat which was much worse. For the longest time after seeing it I couldn’t even hear the music without crying. I was convinced that Michael Myers was out to get me. I truly love Halloween and respect it as a movie fan but even now, as an adult, my only nightmares have Michael Myers in them.
The second traumafession actually comes from a book my brother frequently read when he was a teenager. It was a book called “The New England Ghost Files” that he borrowed from my grandfather. I was probably around seven years old when this occurred so I was a little older, a little wiser. Didn’t make this book any less traumatizing for me. It’s not that the stories scared me, I never read any of them. The cover of the book is what got me. It was an illustration of a ghost above a door and the ghost had these glowing red eyes. Every time I went in his room for something I would see the book and turn it over so those red eyes weren’t staring at me. Seeing the cover now brings back all those feelings I had as a kid. I hope to find the book soon so I can actually read it but maybe it’d be better if I didn’t.
I realize that a lot of my traumafessions stem from my brother but we’re actually still incredibly close amazingly enough.