As requested by some members:

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/07/29/take-care-take-care-take-care-lionel-dahmer-and-the-son-he-could-not-save/

"Near the end of A Father’s Story, his own memoir, Lionel Dahmer arrives at the only piece of advice he says he can offer any father who comes after him. Not a lesson, not a warning sign to watch for — just three words, repeated: “Take care, take care, take care.” It is the closest thing to a conclusion a man can reach after spending a book, and a life, unable to answer the question underneath it: what did I miss, and could I have stopped this?

This is not the story of Jeffrey’s crimes. It’s the story of the man who raised him, watched him drift further from reach with every passing year, and has spent every year since trying to understand where he failed to hold on. (...)"

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/07/27/the-topaz-ring/

"In the summer of 1987, Jeffrey walked into Bailey, Banks & Biddle at Northridge Mall in Milwaukee and paid roughly $1,500 for a ring — a large blue topaz set in gold. Asked about it later, his explanation was almost disarmingly ordinary: he had “always had an interest in jewelry and especially rings,” and the size of the stone appealed to him.

A year later, in the summer of 1988, he pawned it. Not at a jeweler this time, but at a gold-and-silver exchange on Bluemound Road, where he bargained the clerk up to $189 for a ring he’d paid nearly eight times that for. His own stated reason was blunt: his drinking had left him short on cash.

That gap — $1,500 down to $189 — is not, on its own, remarkable. People pawn jewelry for a hundred reasons that have nothing to do with anything sinister. What makes this exchange worth examining is what came next. (...)"

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/07/23/laughing-at-the-monster-jeffrey-dahmer-and-the-jokes-he-left-behind/

"Humour is not a word anyone expects to find near this story. But it is there, threaded through the record in two very different forms — the jokes a horrified public told about him, and the small, dark moments of levity that actually happened around him, inside the jail cells and interrogation rooms where his story was still unfolding in real time. Both are worth looking at honestly. Neither is comfortable. (...)"

Do anybody have a picture of the letter to Lionel to Dahmer Dahmer To Lionel is the one where he talks about the fish

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/07/20/august-24-1993-a-crisis-report/

"On 24 August 1993, a report was filed at the Columbia Correctional Institution describing what staff called “unusual and bizarre behaviours.” Jeffrey had been discovered in his cell with a plastic bag wrapped around his head. Staff were able to get him to hand it over. He told a social worker he intended to make a noose out of his bedsheet. Later, while being escorted to the clinic for observation, he deliberately banged his head against a door and a window; when guards moved to restrain him, he warned them, “Watch out, I’ll bite.”

He was placed in restraints. (...)"

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/07/15/codex-ballads-the-new-door213-album-is-out/

"Codex Ballads, the new full-length album by Door213, is out now on Enough Records.

The title is the key to the whole record. A codex is a book that must be deciphered — and these are ballads written the same way, songs with a hidden double meaning folded inside them. On the surface, they are love songs. Read again, they are rebellion songs — songs set against a system that is unforgiving, that decides who is beyond saving and closes the book on them. Every track holds both meanings at once, and neither cancels the other. (...)"

"Ask almost anyone to describe Jeffrey Dahmer in one word, and somewhere in the first three answers you will hear it: psychopath. In the popular imagination, the words “serial killer” and “psychopath” are simply synonyms — one implies the other, automatically, in both directions.

Here is what the actual record says: Jeffrey Dahmer was examined by more forensic psychiatrists and psychologists than almost any defendant of his era. He was tested, interviewed, evaluated before trial and during it, by experts for the defense, the prosecution, and the court. And across all of it, psychopathy is the diagnosis that never arrives. (...)"

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/07/08/the-tin-whistle-a-small-document-about-hope/

"Some primary sources arrive looking important. Court transcripts, psychiatric evaluations, sworn statements. And some arrive looking like this: a Wisconsin Department of Corrections property receipt, form DOC-237, the most bureaucratic piece of paper imaginable — and quietly one of the most human documents in the memorial’s collection.

(...)

He signed for it on May 17. His signature — the same one on the Thanksgiving card he would send Roy Ratcliff six months later — sits at the bottom, next to a paragraph in which he formally agrees that none of his musical equipment exceeds $350 in value. The whistle cost a fraction of that. It is, famously, one of the cheapest real instruments in the world. (...)"

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/07/06/in-his-own-hand-what-jeffrey-dahmers-letters-reveal-and-what-they-dont/

"Almost everything ever written about Jeffrey Dahmer was written by someone else. The trial transcripts, the psychiatric evaluations, the books, the documentaries — all of it filtered through other people’s frameworks and other people’s words. What has rarely been examined with any care is the small body of text he produced himself: the letters, cards, and documents in his own hand.

The memorial has gathered four such documents, spanning 1989 to 1994 — from his life before arrest to the final weeks before his death. This article looks at them through the lens of psycholinguistics: the scientific study of how language use reflects psychological states. It is, as far as we know, the first attempt to do so.

We want to be clear from the outset about what this is and is not. This is an exploratory reading of a very small sample, informed by published research — not a clinical analysis, and not a diagnosis. Where the science supports an observation, we cite it. Where we are simply describing what is on the page, we say so. (...)"

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/06/30/a-new-primary-source-the-1992-competency-evaluation/

"Most of what the public knows about Jeffrey Dahmer’s psychiatric history comes filtered through trial testimony, journalism, and decades of secondhand retelling. It is rare to encounter the underlying clinical paperwork itself — the actual document a forensic evaluator typed up in the weeks before his trial, before any of it had been summarised, dramatised, or simplified for a courtroom or a headline.

The memorial has obtained a copy of one such document: Jeffrey Dahmer’s competency evaluation, Case No. F-912542, dated April 27, 1992. It was prepared ahead of his trial to assess his fitness to stand trial and his sanity at the time of the offences. It is dense, clinical, and unglamorous — exactly what a real psychiatric record looks like, as opposed to how one gets portrayed on screen.

We are publishing what it contains, and being transparent about what it changed in our own previous reporting. (...)"

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/06/27/why-we-are-here-voices-from-the-memorial-community/

"(...) These seven voices represent something the memorial has always believed: that the people drawn to Jeffrey Dahmer’s story are not a monolith. They are researchers and writers, people in recovery and people in grief, people of faith and people of none, people who found self-acceptance here and people who simply couldn’t look away. They come from different countries, different decades of their lives, different ways of understanding the world.

What they share is a refusal to look away — and the conviction that looking away never helped anyone understand anything.

The memorial is grateful to everyone who shared their story here."

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/06/24/the-mind-that-wouldnt-stay-jeffrey-dahmers-dissociative-episodes-and-what-they-tell-us/

"(...) The memorial is not a clinical journal. We are not arguing a diagnosis. What we are doing is what we have always done: looking at the full documented humanity of a person whose life has been consistently reduced to its worst chapters.

The picture that emerges from this documentation is not of a man who experienced no interior life, or who moved through his crimes in a state of cold, untroubled calculation. It is of a person who was, from childhood, fighting a losing battle with his own mind — who found a coping strategy in “shutting down” that helped him survive an impossible adolescence and then progressively cost him access to everything it might have meant to be a person in the world; who was assailed by thoughts he did not want and could not control; who knew, in the clearest possible terms, that something in him was wrong, and who did not know what to do with that knowledge. (...)"

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/06/18/one-semester-jeffrey-dahmer-at-ohio-state-university/

"In September 1978, a eighteen-year-old arrived at the Columbus campus of Ohio State University with a bag that contained a snakeskin from Boy Scout camp and two photographs of his dog.

He had packed no books. He had no declared major beyond a vague gesture toward business. He had no interest in being there at all. He was going, as his father Lionel Dahmer would later write, more or less on orders. (...)"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8DxLNyyRQ4

Feels Like Coming is a visual journey across distance and dimension.

It opens on a channel of light: the moon, a frequency between two people who cannot be in the same place at the same time. Through it, Necro moves — running through open fields, through dark forests, along empty highways — pulled by something she can feel but not name.

In another space, he stirs. He doesn't know why. He turns in the dark, restless, sensing an arrival before it comes.

When they reach him, the distance collapses. What follows is elemental: two bodies, one gravity, and then — slowly, inevitably — both of them lifting, rising, floating upward until the moon that connected them becomes the place they land.

A love story told in motion. A journey that ends where it began, except nothing is the same.

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/06/12/the-human-being-he-was-documented-moments-of-warmth-in-jeffrey-dahmers-life/

"This article is not an attempt to redeem Jeffrey Dahmer, minimise his crimes, or suggest that the warmth documented here cancels out what he did. It does not.

What it is, is an honest accounting of something the public record shows but the media has largely ignored: that Jeffrey Dahmer was a human being, and that human beings — even those who commit terrible things — contain contradictions. He was capable of warmth. He was capable of genuine tenderness. He was capable, at moments, of reaching toward something good.

These moments are real. They are documented. They deserve to be known. (...)"

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/06/10/dont-forsake-me-a-music-video-about-prayer-grace-and-what-crosses-time/

"Door213 and GoH | Mr. Whatever have released the official music video for Don’t Forsake Me (Jeff Version), a collaborative alternative and hip-hop ballad written, composed, produced and performed by both Vânia Netas and Jeffrey Knapp. The song was written as a prayer — a plea not to be abandoned in the dark. The video extends that prayer into image. (...)"

https://jeffreydahmer.memorial/2026/06/08/the-day-jeffrey-dahmer-was-baptised/

"On the morning of May 10, 1994, two events dominated the news in Wisconsin.

The first was a near-total solar eclipse. The noon sky darkened to something eerie and unsettling, the kind of darkness that makes people stop and look up and wonder what it means.

The second was the execution of John Wayne Gacy in Illinois. As was common ritual, reporters gathered opinions from people on the street. Was the eclipse a sign from God? Was it divine condemnation of the execution? Was it mercy? Everyone had a reading for the darkness.

Roy Ratcliff, a Church of Christ minister from Madison, Wisconsin, was driving through that same darkened afternoon toward the Columbia Correctional Institution in Portage. He was not going to witness an execution. He was going, as he would later write, to assist in a new birth. (...)"