I used to be afraid of my mother

What fears have you overcome and how?

I used to be afraid of my biological mother.

I used to freeze around her. I used to be so afraid of her I would wet the bed.

My earliest memories are of my mother screaming. My mother hitting me. My father straddling my mother and holding her wrists together while she screamed and gnashed her teeth.

Writing this blog and recording my podcast have taken the fear away. Examining my life with trained professionals has exposed the horrific human my mother is. She is evil.

There is a lot of evil in this world:

Every 68 seconds, an American is sexually assaulted.

And every 9 minutes, that victim is a child. Meanwhile, only 25 out of every 1,000 perpetrators will end up in prison. 

RAINN – Statistics

My evil mother had the opportunity to save three of her six children from lifetimes of mental illness from untreated sexual violence.

In 1984, Mother received a note from school alerting her of the sexual abuse and she chose to conceal it. Ask her why. I think it’s because she would have been viewed as a negligent mother. She was in the house every time I was raped. I was six.

Mother and the LDS Mormon Church took me to Court in 2022 to remove this website from the internet. They attacked me with the ever-ready legal system in an attempt to silence me. They had a lawyer. I didn’t. Website is still here. The Mormons lost their court case. lmao

I am no longer afraid of her.

Some of her last words to my spouse were “my will instructs beneficiaries to not disclose the location of my grave to Joseph*”

I’ll find her grave.

And then I’ll shit on it. 💩🪦

I am not afraid of my mother anymore.