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What Came Next is intended for mature audiences only. Episodes discuss topics that can be triggering, such as emotional, physical and sexual violence, animal abuse, suicide, and murder. I am not a therapist nor am I a doctor. If you're in need of support, please visit SomethingWasWrong.com resources for a list of nonprofit organizations that can help, Opinions expressed by my guests on the show are their own and do not necessarily represent the views of myself or Broken Cycle Media. Resources and source material are linked in the episode notes. Thank you so much for listening. John Callas is a writer, director and producer with an extensive list of projects, including his six novels, the television show Bobby's World and much more. His career began in the mid-70s and offered John a creative outlet after a very tumultuous childhood. From losing his father at a young age to surviving highly abusive school environments, he joins us today to share all that came next for him. After publicly disclosing the institutional abuse he endured and releasing a memoir that was 50 years in the making, the Broken Cycle Media team is deeply appreciative of John's time, energy and creativity in curating healing.
John Callas
Hi, I'm John Kalis.
My loved ones would describe me as a very loyal father, dedicated to his children, will do anything for his friends, is very open and honest. There's no hidden agenda, but there are some rules with him and boundaries that you don't cross, you don't ever disrespect my family or hurt them. You don't lie to me and you don't cheat or steal. Any of those will trigger me to saying we're done. Overall, they would say that if John says something, you can bet that he will do what he says he will do. I'm a 40 year writer, director, producer, veteran in Hollywood that has eight award winning productions including an Emmy nomination. It's been a wonderful career. That hasn't always been easy. Yes, there were a lot of fun times, but there were a lot of hard times too. But as a filmmaker I think that the joy for me has always been to tell stories and watch the audience respond. Through my characters I get to say things that have some message in a sense. As a result of that, I wound up writing six novels as well. So I try to keep busy through my life.
I've had to overcome traumas and depression to become a whole person again.
Once I understood that, I started looking back at my own life. I tried to unravel where everything began because if you're going to go in search of your own heart and healing, you've Got another beginning for me. It was literally 10 days after my third birthday. My dad died. I felt abandoned. I felt really lost. My hero was gone. The person that I loved was gone. I started acting out. I became a real problem child. I was just completely distraught. I started having dreams of falling in a spiral and I couldn't get out of it. I'd wake up sweating. I didn't want to go back to sleep. And it was compounded every day by the fact that I lost my dad. My mother unfortunately was pregnant with a fourth kid and miscarried. So there she is with no visible means of support, no husband, three miles to feed, rent to pay, and no job. So that was the start of my traumas that went from there. I grew up in a very rough neighborhood. It was Jersey City back in the early, early 50s. If you didn't have street sense, you were going to get squashed. It was a very impoverished neighborhood. We all got into fights together. We would set up these cardboard boxes and throw mud pies at each other. Eventually rocks would get thrown and it got bloody at times. I had so much anger and so much fear of the unknown. So it was not a real great beginning. By the time I was 12, my mother had found a husband. Basically at that time I had been getting into so much trouble with the police. I went to a party with a friend who I asked him to borrow his parents car to take this girl home who was going to be late and grounded forever. And when I drove back, the police were all over the place and the parents were there and the kid was telling the police and his parents that I stole a car, which I. So that wounded me up in jail overnight until my parents got me. The courts had given my parents a decision. Either they were going to rescind me to reform school or I would have to be shipped off to military school. My mother drove me from New Jersey to New York City, put me on a train by myself at 12 years old to go from New York City to Virginia to a military school. I get on the train, I'm scared to death. Now I'm feeling double abandonment. First my father dies and abandoned me, now my mother is abandoning me. From my little boy's perspective, I looked at that as complete betrayal. She hated me, she didn't love me. She wanted to get rid of me to hang out with her new husband. The train started pulling out. She turned away and started walking away. And I just looked at her, wishing she would just come and get me off the train and bring me home. It Wasn't until I was an adult, we had a little chat, my mom and I, that I realized what was going on. I told her, why did you abandon me? How could you turn away from your son? And she said, john, honest to God, the reason I turned away is I was crying. I couldn't stand the fact that I was sending my little baby at 12 years old to a military school. Had I not turned away, I probably would have pulled you off the train. I don't think I've ever been so.
Scared in my life. One cadet came over and said, hey, are you John? I said, yeah.
Why?
What's it to you? I said, you're a wise guy. I said, what the f. Do you want? He goes, your mother gave me money to make sure you got on the train in D.C. so you didn't miss it. Just follow us and you'll be fine. I heard them talking. One kid said, what a jerk. And I looked up and I said, well, at least I'm not a. He came over. He says, what did you just call me? I said, you heard me. He smacked me. So I punched him. And a brawl started out, and the conductor had to break it up. And I'm sitting in the seat bleeding. He's sitting in the seat bleeding. The anger just kept swelling up. Then we arrived at the station in Virginia. We were assigned vans to get in. While I was driving up there, some.
Of my clothes fell out, and I.
Was trying to put them back in my duffel bag, and the cadets in there thought it was funny, so they started pushing me around. That just started building up my anger even more because I was just not used to this. Where I came from, if somebody pushed you, you pushed them back. I get into my room the first night. The student that I was bunking with, the bells go off, and he shuts off the lights.
I turn him back on.
He goes, what are you doing? We're going to get in trouble. Down the hall, I heard, whose lights on? So I go out in the hallway, put my foot up against the wall. I turn my head over to him, and I said, I have the lights on. What's it to you? This guy comes walking down the hall. He's got stripes up and down his arm.
He turns to me and goes, you.
Will address me as Mr. Or sir. I said, okay, mister. What's the f. All this about the lights? Bam. I went out. I woke up. And he said, now you call me my proper name, or are you going to get it again? I said, you mean like asshole? Bam. Out again we went. The third time I woke up, I was surrounded by a bunch of captains, and they stood me up. And the captain said, so I understand you got a mouth on your wise ass. I said, no, I just don't like people pushing me or telling me what to do. He goes, you're going to have to get used to that, pal, because you're in military school. I said, I don't think so, asshole. Bam. Out the third time. So I woke up and I'm standing there, I said, next guy that takes the swing is going down. They all started laughing, so I cocked the captain and he went out. They beat the shit out of me. After that, they dragged me back to my room. My roommate, who didn't really know me, got out of bed and he says, you're going to have to learn to keep your mouth shut.
So the first night there, I got knocked out three times. That was the beginning of my military school experience. I think it's important to acknowledge, although I had the worst three years of my life at military school, there were cadets that were thrilled to be there. Part of the kids were there because they wanted to have military careers, go to Annapolis, West Point and all that. And then there was the ruffians like myself who were there because of discipline problems and really didn't want to be there.
A day in military school looked like I wake up at 6am to a bugler blowing his brains out, announcing what kind of clothes we had to wear. And we would go outside, rain, sleet, snow, sun, no matter what it was, and stand in a row and salute the flag going up. And then this cannon would go off, and then we would have to make a right turn and march up to the mess hall. Everybody was in very military lines, and we went and got our food, sat down and waited for the commander to say, you can eat. Everything that I did during the day was controlled. I had no freedom of mind, freedom of speech. None of that existed because I was on the military guidelines and rules.
I immediately got into trouble. I got into fights.
I had kids half my size, half my age, telling me what to do. Punishments were doled out 100% by fellow students. The instructors were there to teach. And if you got out of hand, they likely give you a smack upside the head or something just to get you back in line. But the actual physical punishments were handed out by students.
They disciplined me to the point where wire hangers, broken broomsticks over my back. I mean, they were out to hurt me. Their mode of operandum was to break me and make me a military man.
If you accumulate any negative demerits, there's a list that they posted every week on the bulletin board, and you'd look and see if your name was on it. If our clothes weren't exactly perfectly lined up, that could be one to five demerits.
I had set a school record the first three months for the most demerits. That would take away one hour of free time for each demerit. So on Saturday, you had maybe six or seven hours that you got to go down to town and watch a movie, go to a soda shop. I was denied that because instead of seven hours of freedom, I had seven hours of marching or exercise or whatever they deemed they wanted to do, like run around a track for two hours.
There were days where I was on my back holding up my legs for four and five minutes at a time. And if you drop them, the clock would start all over.
There were times where I tried to resist it and I got more demerits. It just kept piling up. It got to the point where I was starting to lose it. And then the headmaster had this little group that he always took camping, and I was invited to go along because he thought I could use some friends. Well, his idea of friends and my idea of friends are quite different. I witnessed something that evening with he and another one of the younger cadets. I zipped my bag up around my head and said, I gotta get out of here. I can't do this. That was kind of a second doubled whammy on my sexual assault of life and confusion. Because when I was very young, before I was sent away to military school, I was raped basically by my sister's friend. Eventually, I got to go from the junior school, which is down the hill, to the senior school, which is up the hill where all the big boys hang out. By this time, I had literally run away from school six times. I had called my mother on each of the six occasions that I ran away from school, and she said, come on, you're exaggerating. They're not hitting you. On the sixth time, when I was in the headmaster's office getting ready to be punished with a paddle over my bare butt, I looked at him, I said, I don't get this. How can my mother allow you to do this? He sat me down and he pulled out a letter and he said, why don't you read this basically was a consent letter that said, if you send your son to this school, that you must agree to us disciplining him in any Way we feel fit in military standard. Now, I don't believe military standards says you can beat the hell out of somebody for discipline reasons. I had to sit there reading this letter agreed to by my mother. I just lost any ounce of hope I ever had left. It was like somebody blew out the last flame. It was gone. I was just a shell of a person at that point. One day in our platoon lineup, for breakfast, this kid walks in and stands in the squad next to me, and he has long hair, and everyone in the school is laughing at him. And I was curious. That night I knocked on his door and I started talking to him. He told me all about the peace movement and what was going on on the outside. I had a game plan. He and I made an agreement that we would run away. He knew where we could go from Virginia to San Francisco. And I thought, cool. So the next morning, I get up, I open my door, which had an open forum, if you can imagine a prison, but without the bars. And as I walk out, I look up, and he's swinging by his neck from the balcony. I heard enough to suggest that it may not have been suicide, but I cannot confirm. But I felt, once again, the abandonment issue came in. It just felt like every time I turned around, somebody in my life was either dying, abandoning me, or something that continued the trauma to be implanted deeper and deeper into the heart. What it also did for me is it gave me a fear of making a close friend. I was afraid to get close to anyone because I was afraid they were going to die or leave me. That took a long time in life to get over. Before I could actually have a friend come into my life again. I was in military school for three years, and that was enough to drive anyone completely, utterly insane. Mid-60s, I went to my parents and said, here's the deal. If you even think of sending me back to that school, I'm going to jump off the train, you'll never see me again, and that'll be the end of us. So they decided to send me to a private school instead. The initial response was, oh, great, I'm at a military school. I don't have to wear this uniform anymore. Although I was told I would have to wear a tie and a blazer. I didn't care about that because it was civilian clothes. And on the weekends and after school, you can get in your dungarees. I thought, man, I'm going to have a great time here. First day in private school, I'm sitting in the little lounge that we all had before breakfast. And this six foot five guy walks up to me and he looks at me and says, hey, are you the kid from military school? I put my head down and my only thought was, oh, sweet Jesus, this isn't going to start again, is it? I looked up and I said, yeah, I went to military school. He goes, well, did they teach you how to kill there? And I'm thinking, why would you ask a question so stupid like this? I said to him, I don't want any trouble. I'm past all of that. I don't want anyone to think about it. He goes, stand up. I want you to show me how you could kill me. I said, no, I'm not going to do that. I'm into peace. He wouldn't leave me alone. For three years. I went to the headmaster all the time and asked him to please tell him to stop bugging me. He would spit on me, he would push me. He was trying to get me to fight with him and I just wouldn't do it. Fifteen years old, I was in that private school and I had had it. I wanted all of the pain to stop. I didn't want to go through this anymore. So I decided one night that this was the night it would end. And I walked down to the end of the dock in front of this giant lake that was partially frozen. I said, it stops now. And I jumped in. When I got underwater and the water rushed into my lungs, a thought hit me that I didn't want to die. There's got to be something better. And I jumped out, sat on the dock freezing for a long time, and then went and got warmed up and everything. The next day, I guess it got around campus what I had done, and the soccer coach came to me and said, hey, why don't you try out the soccer? I said, coach, thanks, but I don't play sports. He goes, why didn't your dad and you go out and play baseball and stuff? I just put my head down and he knew something was up. After a while, he got the whole story out of me. He said, would you allow me to help you play soccer? I said, why would you do that? I don't even know you. He says, because I think there's something there that you'll enjoy. And so I got on the soccer field. It turned out I was a really good defenseman because you had an opportunity to run around and get a lot of aggression out. So after that, the wrestling coach saw that and he came to me. He says, I'd like you to wrestle. I Said, no. He says, I'm your chemistry teacher. Wouldn't you like an A? I said, that sounds like blackmail. He said, it is. Okay, you got a sense of humor. I'll go. I became undefeated in wrestling in the tri state area. Sports gave me an outlet to express my anger. My competition, which actually was one of the minor little flames that lit, I started building, without me even knowing about it, some confidence in myself. I was achieving something which I didn't realize was part of recovery. Through all this, my math teacher found out about my plight and he pulled me in his office and he said, there are good thoughts and bad thoughts and it's all like everyone's opinion, right? I said, yeah. He says, in math you don't have opinions. You have only facts. And nobody can argue those facts. Something in my brain just went click. And I said, wow. I found something that I don't have to be afraid of. If I put the numbers in the right order, if I do the multiplications correctly, the answer is indisputable. He gave me yet another spark that I didn't even realize was in there. All these mentors started coming into my life and I didn't even know what a mentor was or that I was even being affected by it. But looking back as an adult, I can start to piece together where those little sparks started triggering something to ignite the fuse for me to move forward with my life. When I got to college, I started as a chemistry major. Because of the fact that my father had died of cancer, I was determined to find a cure for it. But my teacher soon realized that I was in the wrong study area and he saw something creative in me. After a couple of semesters of chemistry, my chemistry teacher took me for a walk and said, I need to talk to you. You're a straight A student in chemistry. You do three hour labs in 45 minutes. He goes, but you're not a chemist, you're an artist and you need to find yourself. He says, you're out of my class. I'm going to tell the dean, you need to find another class. I sat on the grass in the quad, completely confused, going, I really don't know what's going on with my life. And this friend of mine, Liz, sits next to me and says, what's up? I told her and she started laughing. She goes, forget him. I need some help. Can you help me? So she brings me over this room and I walk in and there are all these people on a stage and I'm handed a script. I said, what's this and said, your part is this. You just read that. So I get up on stage and I'm starting to read. The director gives me a little direction. About an hour in, I said, hey, listen, I've got to go do my homework. It's getting late. And he goes, you can't leave a rehearsal. I looked at Liz, who had a big smile on her face. I said, you little snake, are you? And then the whole cast came around me, said, congratulations on the part. You're going to be really good. And it just felt like I found something. Finally, I found a group of people that worked for a creative endeavor, which was really cool, which I'd never experienced. And by the second year, I wrote my first play, presented it to the Parent Teacher Weekend, which was very successful after being at my first college. It was during the Kent State era and revolution was breaking out.
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On May 4, 1970, the Ohio National Guard shot at a group of anti war protesters on the Kent State University campus. They killed four and wounded nine unarmed students protesting the Vietnam War. It was the first time a student was killed in an anti war gathering in United States history. Countrywide protests unfolded as a result, which forced the temporary closure of colleges and universities across the country.
John Callas
Everything was going crazy. All the schools closed down. So I went back to New Jersey and went to a guidance counselor in New York to find another school. He found one in Colorado and said, they have a program that I think you'll really enjoy. It's a program called the University Without Walls. That's a program where kids who know what they want to do in life have the guidance of the teachers, but they don't go to classes anymore. You structure your course curriculum with them. That kind of launched me into a really solid career towards theater. When I got to Colorado, a woman took me up to a little mountain town called Evergreen. It's about a little over 8,000ft tall. It was stunning. It had a beautiful lake and this little road that went for six miles. She took me to a cabin and there were a bunch of kids there, all long hair. My hair was starting to grow out by that time. They welcomed me as if I was their brother. I felt so at ease with them. She said, you know, you should try to find a cabin up here. Believe it or not, about two weeks later, one of the kids in the group said, hey, John, Mr. Hurley's renting a cabin. You want to look at it? I said, heck yeah. So we drove up to the cabin. It was literally in this little cul de sac in amongst 100 foot ponderosas. The road ended right where my cabin was, and it turned into the national forest. So I was at the edge of civilization. I started living in the mountains. A few other people move in next door to me, and I met a man named Mark o' Brien. He had left Fordham University studying law because he finally said, I'm sick of society. I just want to go live in the mountains. I didn't know it at the time, but he was incredibly spiritually evolved. One night, he got my whole story out of me. He started teaching me life on a chessboard. I said, every move I make or you make is a counter move, and you have to look at what reason your opponent made that move. Then he started teaching me how to meditate. He and I talked spiritually for a long time, and finally one night he said, john, I have to ask you a question. You've always told me that you've always wanted to forgive this person and forgive that person for all the trauma that you had dumped on you. Forget about forgiving them. He says, you can't forgive them until you do the most important step in your life. You have got to learn to forgive yourself. When I was first realizing I had some serious issues that I couldn't get my head on top of, I went to see a therapist. I was nervous because I'd never been to a therapist. And I told him a little bit about my background. He goes, here's what I want you to do. I want you to write two or three pages about your background, what happened to you, a little bit about your military school, just so I can get a better understanding. So I did it, handed it to him. The next time, the third time I walked in, he said, I've been a therapist a long time. I have no idea how you got through this. There's just no way you could have done this on your own. I said, well, it seemed like it was on my own, but there were a lot of people that were there pushing me along the way. After the therapist had me write those few pages, I discovered another therapist that said, you should look at this book called the Artist's Way. And the idea of the book was to write three pages every day for 12 weeks. So I started doing that one morning. I didn't have anything to write, and I said, well, I'm looking out my window, it's starting to drizzle. I looked up and three pages had gone by. So instead of 12 weeks, it turned into 12 months. I wrote volumes of pages. To this day, I have Never read everything. But I soon realized it was the genesis of when the Rain Stops. I was pretty much trying to unravel emotions in my life. I started sharing a little bit with my wife and my therapist and my friend, who's a brilliant writer. I decided to put more of a timeline together. So I created a character. Forgive me, I don't remember the name of the character. I'll call him Ed for now. And I handed it to David and my wife. They both read it, and they both came back with the same comment. They were yelling at me, you're making this story about Ed. Nobody's going to believe this stuff. This is all true, right? And I said, every last word of it. Then it's got to be about you. Otherwise, people will not resonate that it's a personal story. And they're not going to get the cathartic value for themselves out of it unless you show them that you went through it and survived. That was incredibly difficult because I sat in my office reading it a bit, and I was thinking, I'm scared to death to tell everyone this. What if people laugh at me? It really went through my head hard. And I said, okay, I got to calm down here. Yes, that's a possibility. But you haven't released it yet, so there's still time. Let's just take a deep breath. I was sitting, trying to come up with a theme. As a filmmaker, especially as a writer, screenwriter, you have to look at theme as a very important part of any work. I kept thinking to myself, what's the theme in this book besides healing and recovery? I said, all right, well, it's about your heart. It hurts. It just feels like it's always raining. Everything's pouring into my heart. And I went, well, if it's raining emotions into your heart and trauma, what happens when it stops? As soon as I said that, I said, when the rain stops. That's the title of my book. That's when I went back and did a little rewriting. I found the theme to be able to make the title of the book. And then I had all sorts of design covers for it. I just made it a very simple, peaceful sunset, like you've come to the completion. And it's colorful and everything. And I took one look, and I fell in love with it. That's how the genesis and the name of the book came about. I wrote the whole story. I read it, and I thought, you know, my mother comes off like a really bad person at the beginning, and I don't want people to feel like hating her because she turned out to be the best thing that ever happened in my Life. Then at 3 o'clock in the morning, I woke up and said, two voices. I said, all right, I'll tell the story from my 3 year old all the way to my X amount of year old. Each section, I'm going to put a little separate section in gray of the adult looking back and explaining that my perception of reality there was, wasn't what the truth was. Especially about my mother. I mean, she made the hardest decision in her life. If it was a different time and there was therapy and we had the money to do that, maybe we could have skipped the military school and some of the abuse and abandonment, but life unfolded the way it did. So that's when I wrote the two voices. I had reached out to a friend of mine on Facebook who does book reviews, and I said, would you mind looking this over and just giving me your opinion? I don't want you to write a review in case you hate it or something. Two or three weeks later, I get an email from his wife. He said, we sat down and read your book over the weekend aloud to each other. I want you to know he's done a lot of reviews on books and has been touched deeply by many, but I've never seen him as touched by a book as yours. To the point where he walked over to the phone and dialed his mother, who he hadn't spoken to in 10 years, and now she's back in his life. And I thought, wow, I could not have had a better compliment on a book in my life.
Host
I agree, it was incredibly powerful. I loved knowing that you have cultivated this relationship with your mom. And I love navigating those pieces of your life knowing that too. Had you ever told her that you were writing a book?
John Callas
I did. She laughed and she goes, john, you can't even write me a letter. How are you going to write a book? We both laughed about it. I said, mom, this is my fifth book. She goes, yeah, okay. I read the other ones. I like them. Keep writing. First book I ever wrote was called Secrets. It's a journey from Nazi Germany through time into present day and how some of the things that started in Nazi Germany still exist today. And then it turns into kind of a James Bond adventure. The more I thought about it after writing it, it was a need to have my father still alive and send him on a mission as a hero. So the character's name in the book, Gus, was my father's name. I honored him that way. I wrote a novel, no Solicitors, that I turned into a script that I wrote, directed and produced a film starring Eric Roberts, who was an Academy Award nominee that still in release in Tubi and all sorts of other places worldwide.
Host
What role do you feel film and television play in the way society relates to victims at large? And how do you wish projects, whether dramatized or scripted projects portrayed victims differently.
John Callas
If you think about how we grew up, I remember watching on TV where the news would say a woman got in a car accident and she was rushed to the hospital and everyone went, oh my God. Now it's like there was a mass shooting today. Nine kids got killed and four teachers. Oh, that's a shame. What else is on tv? People are getting really numb to this, which is not good. We can't do that. We have to stay focused on this. I think we have to start by understanding that unfortunately Hollywood in film, TV and video games has normalized violence. It's something that we really have to look at because it's influencing our kids today. With all these blockbusters that show the protagonist solving problems by using guns and violence is not setting good examples for us. We really need to find other ways to do that. The argument that guns and violence sell better than anything else is nonsense. Because Titanic brought in $2.2 billion. We've got to start finding ways to educate the studios to re educate the public that'll help unnormalize gun violence in films and video games.
Host
I appreciate that perspective and I think that's incredibly important to talk about. What do you wish everyone knew about healing after abuse or surviving abuse?
John Callas
It's such a blunt reality. But this cliche that's become ubiquitous of you are not alone. Let me tell you. When I was depressed and somebody said that to me, first thought in my mind is, you have no idea what you're talking about and you don't know who I am. The industry of mental health right now, I think is kind of slipping a little bit with that ubiquitous term. What they have to understand is that people that are depressed aren't all those people that are just sitting in a corner cowering. They may be isolating themselves in what I've termed the comfort zone. Nobody's going to hurt their feelings. Nobody can trigger them and they isolate themselves. But it's also the most dangerous place because it's the hardest place to come out of. I think there's no one shoe that fits all in terms of recovery, but a three step process for your listeners to consider using. It's called Uncover, discover and recover, and we've covered this in our conversation, you uncover the difficult situation you're currently facing. Once you identify what triggered you, you discover whether or not your perception of the truth was right, or is there an alternative perception of the truth? You recover by taking the necessary steps to move yourself forward. For me, the Uncovered Discovery cover gave me a tool to write down everything that I was upset about. Who triggered me, what triggered me, how I let it trigger me. And then I would take one at a time and I would say, how much energy do I want to put towards that in my life? Growing up, I came from a generation where kids were seen and not heard. If you cried, your mother would say, wipe those tears away. I'll give you something to cry about. Big boys don't cry, suck it up, move on. And it's really confusing for men. Men stop talking about their feelings and emotions and we buried it. And it comes out in misdirected anger and frustration at something that has nothing to do with what the real feeling is. We have got to understand that having feelings is fine. It's part of life. You're entitled to have those feelings, and you're also entitled to seek help. You have to be willing to learn to communicate. You have to be willing to say, I'm okay, I just have this issue and I need to talk about it. If a therapist helps, do that, if writing helps, do that. If talking to your partner, do that. But come out and talk about your feelings, it's okay.
It's not a matter of bravery. It's really just a matter of being able to talk about it. After so many podcasts and talking about this, it has enriched my life and it has made me let go so much that I thought I was over, but I hadn't because after some of the podcasts, I literally had broken down crying, thinking I didn't even remember that. It hurts so bad to go back there again, and it just flushes your system out. And the addendum to that, because you put it out there, that doesn't mean it's gone forever. It may rear its ugly head a couple of more times once in a while for the rest of your life, it's okay. Don't deny the feeling, Sit with the feeling. Just don't overindulge yourself. Allow yourself to process it. If you have to cry, cry. If you have to punch a pillow, do that. If you have to go outside and scream, whatever it takes, allow yourself to feel that, and that will help you on the long term. Know how to deal with it.
Host
I want to help direct people now to your platforms. I know you have John callous.com, which is in extensive picture of your filmography and everything you've done. Where else can people find you or look your projects up?
John Callas
A couple of things you can do. You can go to Amazon, type in John Callis, it shows all the books. I'm also on Instagram, Twitter.
Host
Thank you so much for the information, the awareness. Sometimes just knowing at some point that there are other people that have experienced similar things can help us report, reach out and even begin that recovery stage. I deeply appreciate what you've contributed to the world.
John Callas
You're very welcome. It's my pleasure. I think it's important for people to come together and help each other. It's what the world should be about.
Host
Thank you so much for listening to today's episode. Next week on what Came Next, I.
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Podcast Title: Something Was Wrong
Episode: S23 E20: WCN Presents: [John Callas] When the Rain Stops
Host/Author: Broken Cycle Media | Wondery
Release Date: June 26, 2025
In this poignant episode of "Something Was Wrong," hosted by Broken Cycle Media | Wondery, John Callas, an accomplished writer, director, and producer, delves deep into his harrowing journey of trauma, abuse, and eventual recovery. With an extensive career spanning six decades, John shares his personal experiences, shedding light on the profound impact of his early life challenges and the path he forged toward healing and creative expression.
Timestamps: 00:00 – 03:00
John Callas opens up about his tumultuous childhood, marked by the loss of his father just ten days after his third birthday. This early trauma left him feeling abandoned and lost, leading to behavioral issues and nightmares.
John Callas (01:49): "Once I understood that, I started looking back at my own life. I tried to unravel where everything began..."
He also recounts his mother's tragic miscarriage while pregnant with their fourth child, leaving her without support and thrusting the young John into a harsh environment in 1950s Jersey City.
John Callas (03:00): "I grew up in a very rough neighborhood... If you didn't have street sense, you were going to get squashed."
Timestamps: 05:58 – 10:45
At the age of 12, after repeated run-ins with the law, John is sent to military school, a decision that compounds his feelings of abandonment and trauma. He describes the brutal environment, highlighting the physical and psychological abuse he endured.
John Callas (07:03): "He turns to me and goes, you will address me as Mr. Or sir."
John vividly recalls his first night at military school, where his defiance leads to physical confrontations with cadets and staff, setting the tone for his three-year ordeal.
John Callas (08:15): "So the first night there, I got knocked out three times. That was the beginning of my military school experience."
He discusses the oppressive routines, lack of freedom, and the constant fear that characterized his daily life, emphasizing the detrimental impact on his mental health.
John Callas (09:21): "There were days where I was on my back holding up my legs for four and five minutes at a time."
Timestamps: 10:36 – 19:34
John shares his multiple attempts to escape the confines of military school, each ending in further trauma and deepening his sense of isolation. A pivotal moment occurs when he plans to flee with a fellow cadet, only to witness a tragic incident that reinforces his abandonment issues.
John Callas (12:00): "It just felt like every time I turned around, somebody in my life was either dying, abandoning me..."
His transition to a private school offers a brief respite, but old patterns resurface, culminating in a near-suicidal decision that ultimately transforms into a turning point for his recovery.
John Callas (15:30): "I jumped in. When I got underwater and the water rushed into my lungs, a thought hit me that I didn't want to die."
Timestamps: 19:34 – 27:09
The episode transitions to John's college years, where he initially pursues chemistry with the aspiration of finding a cure for his late father's cancer. However, his true passion for the arts surfaces, leading him to theater and creative writing.
John Callas (23:00): "And then the wrestling coach saw that and he came to me. I became undefeated in wrestling in the tri-state area."
John credits unexpected mentorship and involvement in sports and theater as crucial elements in his journey toward healing, recognizing these activities as outlets for his anger and avenues for building confidence.
John Callas (26:00): "These mentors started coming into my life and I didn't even know what a mentor was or that I was even being affected by it."
Timestamps: 27:09 – 34:07
Central to the discussion is John's memoir, "When the Rain Stops," a deeply personal account of his struggles and recovery. He details the arduous process of writing the book, emphasizing the emotional challenges and the significance of channeling his experiences into a narrative that resonates with others.
John Callas (30:00): "It's about your heart. It hurts. It just feels like it's always raining."
John reflects on the transformative power of storytelling and the importance of authenticity in sharing his story. He shares a touching anecdote about a book review that not only validated his work but also rekindled lost relationships for his readers.
John Callas (34:00): "They came back with the same comment. They were yelling at me, you're making this story about Ed."
Timestamps: 28:17 – 33:17
John offers a critical perspective on how film, television, and video games portray violence and its desensitizing effects on society, particularly influencing younger generations. He advocates for more responsible storytelling that avoids normalizing violence.
John Callas (28:30): "Hollywood... has normalized violence. It's something that we really have to look at because it's influencing our kids today."
On the subject of healing after abuse, John emphasizes the complexity of recovery, challenging clichéd notions of "you are not alone." He introduces a three-step process he recommends: Uncover, Discover, and Recover.
John Callas (29:51): "Uncover, discover, and recover... uncover the difficult situation you're currently facing."
John highlights the importance of allowing oneself to feel and process emotions, advocating for honest communication and seeking appropriate help as vital components of healing.
John Callas (32:21): "Don't deny the feeling, sit with the feeling. Just don't overindulge yourself."
The episode concludes with John directing listeners to his platforms for further engagement and support. He reiterates the significance of community and mutual assistance in the healing process.
John Callas (34:07): "It's my pleasure. I think it's important for people to come together and help each other. It's what the world should be about."
The host expresses deep appreciation for John's contributions and insights, underscoring the episode's focus on awareness and healing.
Note: This summary is crafted to provide an in-depth overview of the podcast episode for those who have not listened to it, capturing the essential themes, discussions, and insights shared by John Callas.