How I Survived Henry Lucas

My name is Rhonda Alderman Knuckles. I lived in Hinton, West Virginia when I met the man  that attempted to kill me as he had  killed many others. He knew I was young and dissatisfied with my lonely life as a single mother. He took full advantage of my situation. Henry stole what heart and soul I had left for this lifetime.

I have never told anyone the entire story of what Henry did to me, not even my best friends at the time, Patty and Kim. I have been in hospitals at least twenty times over the past twenty years trying to recover from what devastation Henry left my mind in. I have been diagnosed with nearly every mental disorder that is in the book until I was sent to a hospital in Morgantown, West Virginia where they finally gave me a true diagnosis. Multiple Personality Disorder and Post Trauma Stress Disorder. I’ve tried to commit suicide seventeen times in fifteen years. I will no longer attempt to take my life. From now on I will write about my life. But, I have nearly killed myself trying to get over the pain Henry caused myself and so many of his victims families.

God has healed me, as he was there from day one. I just didn’t realize at the time I was in his hands. If there is any doubt in anyone’s mind that Henry Lee Lucas was a killer. They just need to talk to me or read this book for confirmation. Henry and Ottis looked on every side road for a potential victim. I am the only living victim of Henry Lee Lucas.

The doctors in Morgantown helped to find a medication that helped to relieve the flashbacks I had until five years ago. I saw Henry in every store or place I went. I isolated myself from the world. I could no longer go to the store to buy groceries and clothes for myself or my children. Some doctors thought that electric shock treatments were the answer to my flashbacks. They only made the flashbacks I had worse. They gave me twenty Shock treatments over five years time. Thank God that’s over. Shock treatments were a nightmare in themselves. I wouldn’t even watch television or read a newspaper for twenty years. The only time I knew of events were when someone told me what was going on in the world. I saw Henry’s face and glass eye every where I turned. I couldn’t sleep at nights-Henry was there, in my nightmares. I went three months with no food, I was trying to kill myself an acceptable way.  Eighty-three pounds later it caught up with me-He was still there. I still couldn’t bring myself to tell the truth about what Henry did and tried to do. Now I can tell you why.