“He screamed so we would all together watch and cry”

The story of Bobby Singiser, told by his brother Steve Singiser

Steve Singiser, telling the story of his disabled brother, in his home. Photo By: Sean Singiser

By: Sean Singiser 9/20/2016

They knew there could have been a problem because my mom had the measles when she was pregnant. I do remember we were watching TV and my dad came behind bobby and clapped his hands hard. He never turned around and my mom cried. That’s when we knew for sure he was profound deaf.

I remember I was in my friend Eddie’s house. His brother came in and said someone got hit by a motorcycle, so we all ran down the street to see who it was. I didn’t know it was him at first. I didn’t really have any feelings, I was just taking everything in. Bobby couldn’t hear the motorcycle so he darted out in the street.

The guy who hit him was there and he was being questioned by two policemen. I remember standing in front of him and it appeared his hand was broke and he kept complaining that his hand was hurting. The cops said they didn’t care and that he had to answer the questions so they made him answer the questions with his broken hand. I didn’t realize how bad of a thing it was that actually happened, so I felt a little bad for him. Then they were questioning him and I remember my sister Gladys coming over and she was crying and started beating on him. I thought for a minute that I should run behind him so she could knock him over me and then we could gang on him but I was too scared to do it. Then I felt guilty later that I didn’t do it and that I didn’t help beat him up.

They revived Bobby, I think twice, in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. They said that they actually pushed his brains in altogether. His legs were broke, he was now blind, and he had other brain damage which gave him anger issues. The front of the brain is the emotional part so he had a lot of damage to that, and plus other parts of the brain so he never really grew very big. He would only eat the crust and drank milk so they would put all kinds of vitamins in his milk. At one point, he was considered the most handicapped child in New Jersey.

We would all sit around and cry while my parents would exercise him, and he would be screaming. He really didn’t get to live much of a life. He didn’t have any friends, he had his mother. That was his whole world, her. Well it was a shame because he lived a very, as my dad would say, he had an existence, he didn’t really have a life. It was really sad. Sometimes I thought, would it have been better for him to not make it. My mom would have probably lived another 10 years. It took such a toll on her to take care of him but then I think about some of the good times he had. He laughed and enjoyed himself many times and told people he loved them. It was tough for everybody. It is what it is.

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