
Jeffrey Dahmer was born May 21 1960, in West Allis, Wisconsin, the son of a chemist. Initially he was very social and liked to play with kids, very outgoing and curious. He once watched his father collect small bones of a dead animal that died underneath their house, and this intrigued him.
His family moved to Bath, Ohio when he was 8 years old. At this time, he began to show a more withdrawn character. He became awkward socially, and didn't seem comfortable. The parents decided to get him involved in other activities that would get him interacting with other kids. On the weekends, he had father and son time where they planted gardens and raised sheep. It is obvious from all the records, home videos, and photos, that the parents did everything they could do for this child. He had opportunity and involvement beyond most.
When Jeff was two, his mother was hospitalized with anxiety. This marked the beginning of the problems with his parent's marriage.
Into Jeff's teen years, his curiosity with nature and animals continued to grow, and he became fascinated with what they looked like on the 'inside'. He collected roadkill. He would bring the carcasses home and dissect them in the far back woods of his yard in privacy. His father believed that this was the starting point of his son's 'downward spiral'. His father explains this time of puberty and intrigue with dead animals, a deadly mixture. To be doing these things as his sexuality developed was something he believed to be the trigger point to the future. At this time, Jeff was understanding that he was sexually attracted to men, but his fantasies included killing and dismembering them. Jeff said he had obsessive thoughts of violence intermingled with sex. He explained that it just got worse, but he didn't know how to share it with anyone, so kept it all inside.
One of Jeff's fantasies was about lying next to an unconscious man, and he devised a plan to knock out a jogger, and lie next to him. The day he planned to do it, the jogger did not passed by, so he did not attempt it again.
In high school, he was traumatized by his sexual fantasies, and began drinking to ease it (even drinking in school). Although he had no close friends, he became the class clown, even making the jokes at his own expense. He was a model student, and then, as quickly, became less interested in studies and more withdrawn. Jeff began to plan his first kill to be after high school graduation.
Jeff's parents divorced after he graduated and his mother moved out of state with his younger brother. Around this time, Jeff picked up a hitchhiker. It was Steven Hicks, 18 years old. He invited back to his home, where they drank beers. When Steven said he needed to go, Jeff attacked him, knocking him unconscious, then strangling him. He dismembered the body with a knife as he practiced on the animals as a young teen. He packed the deboned pieces in trash bags and put them in his car. He was actually pulled over by the police for crossing the center line of the road. The police let him go with a ticket, never the wiser as to what was in the plastic bags. When he got home he hid the bones, later smashing them in the backyard and spreading them about.
Jeff was out of school, with no interest in finding a job. He spent his days drinking. His father took him to AA meetings and counseling, but nothing worked. Enrolled in college, he drank daily, selling his plasma for more alcohol. He flunked out of school, and returned home. His father encouraged him to join the military for discipline. He trained as a field medic, only learning more about human anatomy. He was excited about what he was doing, and became outgoing.
After training and on to his first duty station however, he returned to the bottle, and he was given an early discharge. He flew to Miami and got a part time job while living in a hotel. He didn't mention his discharge to his father until he ran out of money due to drinking and sleeping on the beach without the funds to keep paying for the hotel. His father sent him a ticket to come home, shortly after, he arranged for him to live with his grandmother.
While living with his grandmother, he stopped drinking, went to church, and began to fight what he considered to be 'immoral' sexual urges. After 3 years of living straight, he met a man in a library who offered him sexual favors. Jeff did not take him up on the offer, but it again sparked the old fantasies. He wanted a submissive male. He then stole a store mannequin, and hid it in his closet. He brought it out to masturbate, until one day his grandmother found it and demanded he dispose of it. Jeff began to explore the gay scene of Milwaukee. He went to porn shops and bath houses. Jeff would give his partners drinks laced with sleeping pills to get them into the submissive state he desired. When Jeff accidentally overdosed one of his partners, he was asked never to return to the club. After this, the murders began again. He used the same methods, drugging them.
One of his victims was killed in his grandmother's home. He hid the body in the basement for a week, and continued to have sex with him during this time. Soon after, his grandmother asked him to move out. She was troubled by his late hours, the mannequin found in his closet, and curious smells from the basement.
When Jeff got his own place, he was soon convicted of sexual assault charges for fondling a young teenage boy. While working at a chocolate factory, he mummified one of his victims head and genitals and kept them in his locker at work. He began murdering at a rate of once per week.
At one time, one of his victims got away. He was wandering the streets naked and hurt (only 14 years old). Police were called and Jeff convinced him that he was his legal-aged gay lover and they had a spat. He brought the police into his home to show them Polaroids they had taken to prove their affair. The police actually believed Jeff and left the boy with him. When they were gone, Jeff killed the boy.
Jeff purchased a large drum he filled with acid to liquefy the remains of his victims. He would then flush them down the toilet or bathtub drain. He also experimented with 'zombies', drilling holes into his victims heads, and injecting acid into their brains. But they did not live more than a day. In another attempt to keep his victims with him, he began to eat their flesh.
In July 1991, the city finally arrested Jeffrey Dahmer. They found the drum, a freezer with remains, and mummified pieces in cooking pots. He plead guilt by reason of insanity, but prosecutors found him legally sane.
After the victims statements, Jeff made his, "I feel so bad for what I did to those poor families, and I understand their rightful hate. I have seen their tears, and if I could give my life right now to bring their loved ones back I would do it. I am so very sorry." Of course, many questioned the depth of his apology. The judge sentenced him to a 937 year prison term.
Jeff was sent to the Columbia Correctional Institution in Portage, Wisconsin. The apartment building he murdered his victims in was demolished in 1992, as it stood as a painful reminder of the crimes.
In prison, Jeff placed the blame for his murders on his Atheistic beliefs. He said, "If it all happens naturally, what's the need for a God? Can't I set my own rules? Who owns me? I own myself." Yet he showed hypocrisy as he was also quick to blame the Devil. He then 'turned to God'. He was taken to the prison medical center where he was baptized in a whirlpool.
In prison, he made the change again to being interactive, asking questions, and sounding concerned about people's welfare. His father claims he was 're-humanizing'.
Living his life as the predator, he finally became the victim. On November 28, 1994, Jeffrey Dahmer was bludgeoned with a metal rod in prison by fellow inmate, Christopher Scarver. He died of head trauma on the way to the hospital.
Jeffrey Dahmer murdered 17 men and boys between 1978 and 1991.
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I became interested in this story after reading his father's book, "A Father's Story", by Lionel Dahmer. Here was a prime example of a man given every opportunity and love, still ending up a monster. You can't always blame your childhood.
A good friend of mine was Jeffrey's bartender in Milwaukee. He was questioned for several hours after Dahmer's arrest. He said he was quiet, ordered the same drinks every time. There was nothing of note to his character. |
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