The abusive childhood and teenage years Coach Eric Dixon endured gave him firsthand insight into the psychology of abuse victims. Despite the abuse, Coach Dixon was able to create a psychological path to positive living. Coach Dixon is a sought-after track coach for all ages training and mentoring kids despite his abusive upbringing. He currently coaches, Youth track & field athletes, Elite level high school athletes, College athletes, US Air Forces Wounded Warrior members, and a National's Master's women's team. In addition, Coach Dixon competes for USA Track and Field in the Master's Men's Division in National and International competition. As a child Coach, Dixon was unable to compete in track because in uniform people would see the bruises on his body.
My Credentials: The abusive childhood and teenage years I endured give me first-hand insight into the psychology of abuse victims. However, I was able to create a psychological path to positive living.

Explanation: What makes my story unique? My college instructors, friends, and family members say it's an obligation. That I should tell people the process of how I got inside my head and reprogrammed myself not to be like my parents. To share with people how I have broken the cycle of abuse and chose not to live my life as a bitter, angry and hateful person. To tell how I was able to become a successful track coach training and mentoring kids despite my upbringing.

Synopsis:(autobiography)
RISE(Restoration of Inner-strength and Spiritual Edification) ©
I was born and raised in the inner city of Philadelphia (the projects) back in the early sixties and was abused physically and emotionally by my parents. I distinctly remember the abuse started when I was two years old, and it came mostly from my mother. Everyone knew what was happening, but there were no real child abuse laws back then. My mother started locking me up in a closet in the basement for up to four days straight with no food or water (out of sight out of mind). Went to school with black eyes and bruises on my arms, legs, and face.

I witnessed my parent's last fight on New Year's Day 1978 at 12:00 pm. I watched my father shoot and murder my mother.
For a while I was really messed up and angry. I was on drugs, joined a gang and did a lot of fighting and sold drugs.
At eighteen, I jumped out of the gang got off the drugs and went into the Air Force.

Years later found out that the man who raised me whose last name I carry is not my father. Everyone in my family knew (the family secret). I was the only one who didn't know. The revelation of my father explained why the abused started when I was two years old because I look like my biological father. Years later I decided to go back to Philadelphia to find my biological father. After a week-long search, I found out that he went to prison for murdering his wife. Two fathers and they both murdered their wives in a fit of rage!