Monthly Archive for October, 2006

Furry Antics

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on October 31, 2006
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Furry Antics-Tuesday, October 31, 2006-1:48AM

After a full night of social adventures I slept most of the day away. I got in bed at 8am Monday morning and got up various times during the day to take care of the Three Stooges Captain, Gracie and Bella. Bella and Captain have come to an understanding of sorts. If he leaves something in the bowl she can have it. Never walk under him from tale to head expecting to steal food without the possibility of being barked at and chased away. Since Captain never leaves anything in his bowl she skips right to just staying away. Right now she’s sitting at his empty bowl longingly, wondering why it is that her patience was not rewarded with a crumb. She looks at him, looks at the bowl then back at him with pure disappointment in her eyes. She wanted meatloaf too. Poor baby. After reading about Velvet Sacks’ close call with her meatloaf I started craving meatloaf so I had to make one. It was okay I guess. Cap didn’t complain and neither did the company who scarfed it like they had never eaten a meal before in their lives. The first night all Cap got was the bread I put at the bottom of the pan to soak up any grease. He enjoyed it though. It was gone in no time flat.

Cap is my breathing vacuum cleaner. If I drop food on the floor I let him do the enhaling thing. No worries that I dropped carrots and peas on the floor, Cap will get it. No worries that I spilled a spoon of sugar on the floor, Cap’ll get it. I don’t even have to replace vacuum bags. I give a simple “good boy” and go about my business. That’s what I call cleaning these days, Cap’ll get it. He takes care of the crumbs that I leave in the bed when I do my night time eating. That’s my boy, always willing to help out.

When I start the sweeper the only one that didn’t run was Bella. I think she and Grace had a talk and now Bella runs when I turn on the sweeper. I think Gracie taught her to be afraid of it because at first Bella wasn’t even fazed by the vacuum cleaner. Well, the other day when I was running the monster machine I decided to also sweep Bella’s toy bear rug teddy bear. It’s kinda big and it lays flat on its belly like a bear rug. She gets on it and does the kneading thing then falls asleep right on the bears head. I figured it was about time I vacuumed that thing just in case dander was trying to live in it or something. When I detached the hose and put it on the bears head she looked like she was going to fall over dead. NO, NOT MY BEAR! Ai, caramba! Bell was a bit upset with me for the rest of the day because I swept her security bear. I think she thought I might go as far as to put water and soap on it. Had I done that she would have packed her cat nip and run away from home.

She gets bored easily so I have to keep her busy. Sometimes when I’ve tried to entertain her but she just has too much energy and I’ve got too much stuff to do around the house I come up with alternative play. I take a laundry rope/string/whachamacallit and let it hang from my back pocket. While I work around the house it drags across the floor so she follows it and attacks it. She’s not trying to climb my fake trees. She’s not trying to get on the table to see if I left any food up there by chance. She’s not pulling the hair out of Captain’s tail or driving Gracie crazy to the point of Gracie swatting at her. Poor Bell needs a lot of attention. I just put that pink and white twisted rope in the back pocket and give the other 2/3 rds of the Three Stooges a break. She’s six months old now. On the 2nd of November she goes in to get spayed. As much as this girl talks while not in heat I can’t imagine going through her meowing and bitch goddess attitude that Gracie got when she was in heat. Man Grace got mean! So, Bell will be getting cut the second of November. I hope she doesn’t calm down because she is fun most of the time. It’s only when she has excess energy that she starts bothering the rest of the stooges. She keeps the others on their toes. Heck Keepers dog Shakespeare lived to be 18 years old because of her two cats Owen and Max. They are so pretty too, gorgeous cats.

I gotta write down my latest cat dream. I need to get ready to see the chiropracter first.

Austin

My Time To Heal

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Austin
on October 31, 2006
in Mental Health and Therapy
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New Links added to the page My Time To Heal

Mothers Of Survivors

This blog is written by a woman that searched for information for her own support while her daughter heals from sexual abuse. She says she looked for advice on the net and found a bunch of stuff for survivors but not for the parents of survivors, not for mothers or fathers. This is something that never ever occurred to me, support for mothers of survivors. I thought this journal was good to put up on my links because the idea was totally foreign to me. It seems like a good journal with a mother who truly supports her daughters healing process. I thought it was quite the move to seek out other mothers who support their daughters. This is nice to see.

Blog Carnival Against Child Abuse: It’s the Fifth Edition!

This newest blog carnival seems like it has a wealth of information that survivors will really find helpful so I’m posting this for everybody so they can go check out the other links for themselves. I definitely encourage all in the right space to go to this. Marj is doing a really good thing by collecting information written by survivors.

I intend to be all on the post called “No One Would Blame You” and

“Humiliating Others-Deliberate Abuse that Cuts Deep.” Marj says about this submission: “This post explores humiliation, why parents emotionally abuse their children in this way, and why children pass these borderline traits along to their children.” You couldn’t keep me from that post if you tried. My mother’s specialty was humiliation. As a matter of fact it is the one emotional response that will drive me to suicidal thinking. and

Last but not least I’ll be traveling to a post by a male survivor named Mike called “The Power of Touch.”.

This carnival is definitely one to go to.

Austin

I Googled Myself

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Austin
on October 30, 2006
in General Chatter and My reply
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I did a google of myself. I googled my legal name, my main email address and my on-line name Austin of Sundrip Journals. Too much info out there I do mean to tell ya. I found out too that there is a place in Bangladesh called Sundrip. In just a few seconds I got 19,100 hits for the word Sundrip. I hope I’m not mixed up with the lady who had a baby recently. She and I seem to have the name Sundrip mixed in with one another but on totally opposite topics. I saw like 3 or 4 of hers mixed in with mine. I was like, dang who joined Pregnant Club of America and had the nerve to use my name so it could be traced. I was so pleased to find out this was a white woman who was married with a new baby. I sighed with relief, sheeshhhh! Okay, I’m good, everything is in tact.

So, yes, I googled myself and like I said there is way too much info out there about me. Every comment I’ve ever left on any journal at all, my entries, any journal I use to have, anytime someone said something about me, any spam blogs that used my links illegally and everything in between. Just way too much info out there on the net especially to have come up so quickly. Heck, that was just the English search. I don’t even want to think about other languages. I’ve written on some other blogs thanks to myfreetranslation.com . Lord, I can never hide again. So much for ever believing in anonymity. Ah, and I googled my IP address…not pretty, just as much info out there. Lord, I use to really like that search engine.

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Nice People Make Me Suspicious

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on October 30, 2006
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Nice People Make Me Suspicious-Monday, October 30, 2006-2:01AM EST

Well, not all nice people just people that usually aren’t very nice but suddenly they’re saying thank you and asking you how you’re doing, ya know social and mannerly things like that. The other day Barney (roommate/landlord) said thank you to me. He came in the house and said, “Thanks for turning on the porch light so I could see to put the key in the door.” I replied, “Did I forget to turn on the light?” I thought he was being passive aggressive but he said, “No, really, thank you.” I was floored because this is the first time I’ve ever heard that man say thank you to me or anyone at all for that matter. He is usually in his own little world which is void of basic couth known to the reasonable man. So yeah, I was shocked.

I was really shocked Friday evening when he asked if I wanted to go to my personal favorite Chinese buffet. It’s the cheapest I’ve ever been to ($3.99 all day) and the best I’ve been to. As far as authenticity goes they’ve got a strong case. You know when you see them eating their own food and see other Asian-Americans eating at the Chinese restaurant the food is either authentic or as close as you’ll get in the Midwestern states. Today at the restaurant we could have held a United Nations meeting. We had three guys from Libya, a Native American man, Cambodians, and different Latin groups. Add to those the basic white American and black Americans and you’ve got yourself a serious representation. But wait, when the Middle Eastern family of 8 showed up we knew everyone was pretty much represented in that very small ill-lit and under decorated restaurant. I frequent that fine establishment quite often, often enough for the under-aged worker to say, “Austin, have you lost weight?” I think she just wanted a bigger tip.

Okay so back to Barney. Not only did he pay for the meal but he held a decent conversation with me. It wasn’t like pulling teeth either. He initiated conversation which also kinda blew me away. The man talked about his feelings. Dear Lord the world has come to an end. I thought to myself, who are you and what have you done with Barney? That thought was followed by, whatever you’ve done with him keep him and you stay in his place. So, to throw me further into the depths of suspicion Saturday the man brought home for me cupcakes with…get this…dairy free icing. Okay now, what’s up!!! What is wrong with you? Are these laced with arsenic? Are you about to ask me to move? Have you committed some huge crime and now you’re about to go to prison and you want me to stay and take care of your  plants …plant? What’s up!!!! I thought it but I said no such thing. I thanked him and ate my chocolate-like cupcake with dairy free icing.

The second person who made me suspicious is my neighbor’s husband. We’ll just call him AH. He is usually a major a-hole. He bad mouths UK something terrible. He’s really just a professional jackass. It seems to only be in his DNA strand because his mom and dad are nice and so are his brothers and his cousins. Whatever happened to AH really made him a bitter man UNTIL the other day. He called me to mess with me. I was quite shocked and felt privileged that he called me of all people to tell me I was a dumb ass for saying that his Halloween lights were Christmas lights. The man doesn’t call anyone or joke with anyone. I was shocked.

I thought I was privileged then but I’ve moved right into suspicion. Tonight when I was leaving to come back home AH waved goodbye and said, “Have a good night, take care.” Who are you and what have you done with AH? What do you want? Are you going to prison and you want me to take care of your kids while your wife picks up a third job? I slowly closed the door behind me and while I wanted to keep looking over my shoulder I didn’t. I just prayed he wasn’t going to come out of nowhere and choke the life out of me for having the nerve to wear my shoes on his brand new carpet. He never did.

Maybe something is in the water, I don’t know. Whatever this new form of pollution is I hope it continues to make rude people polite as well as thoughtful and mean people laugh and socialize. I hope the two keep drinking it, in massive quantities I hope they keep drinking it. I can’t take care of Barney’s plant, I’ll just kill it. I can’t take care of AH & UK’s kids, I’ll just kill ‘em. Little bit (now 16) and Booger (8) are bad kids. They should drink the water too.

Joan of Arc

My Reply Child Rape and the Death Penalty

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Austin
on October 29, 2006
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The Godfather Says: (in part)

Don’t know if rape should result in death penalty. The large majority of child rapes take place in families and are committed by persons known to the victim. So the question is: How many survivors would refrain from accusing their daddy/mommy/brother or whomever due to the death penalty waiting who would indeed accuse them with the current statutory situation applying? And the other family members could put pressure on the victim, too.

Austin says

Well Godfather, unfortunately abusers have a lot of ammunition to use on kids. If you tell it’ll break up the family. If you tell it’ll kill your mother. If you tell they’ll take you away. I’ll go to jail. You’ll go to jail. They’ll do this, that and the other. There will always be something an abuser can use to silence a child. Family members that hurt their kids tell the same lies as strangers do. Somehow I doubt the reporting of such crimes would increase or decrease. As far as the death penalty goes, as I have read it doesn’t really deter criminals from committing crimes. Would the death penalty even work in these cases? I don’t know if they would but putting it on the books in more than three states would be a powerful statement.

Basically, in most cases rape is not seen as reason to spend life in prison. If it was viewed as a horrific crime that the citizens will not stand for then they (sex offenders) wouldn’t be let go on good behavior or let go early due to over crowding. They wouldn’t be given home detention or some pitiful plea bargain and a slap on the wrist. They wouldn’t have the privilege of reduced charges that allow them to go home after a few years or allow them to go home with “counseling.” How people, how lawmakers and voters view the victim is how harsh the sentencing will be. We all know children are basically property with few rights of their own. We all know that being female in a male dominated country means we will not be seen as equal when it comes to being hurt. It is my strong opinion that when the value of women and children rises, the penalties for hurting us will be harsher. Sorry to sound like a man basher or a feminist or anything along those lines but this is the truth, when we are seen at equal value then the punishment for harming us will be stronger and more effective.

Did you know that some drug crimes not involving death are being tossed around as a death penalty offense? Why not rape then? And if you don’t want the death penalty at all then why not just leave their asses in prison until they fall off their beds rotten? Get a mop and bucket and clean ‘em off the floor. That floor did nothing at all to deserve to be dressed with the blood of a pedophile.

Austin

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Austin’s Fairy

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Austin
on October 29, 2006
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Fairy

Austin’s Fairy

Excedrin For Racial Tension Headaches

Published
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Austin
on October 28, 2006
in General Chatter and Gratitude Journal
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click the pic

(click to see the commercial-Fast relief for hundreds of years of pain.)

My friends are twisted enough to send me stuff like this in email and I’m sick enough to put it on the web for all to see.

The stuff this actress is saying sounds funny but I can tell you from experience that she didn’t have to write those jokes because these questions are real. While this commercial is down right hilarious it also shows just how prevalent stupidity is.

My sophomore year my English teacher asked me if black people use shampoo and what kind of toothpaste we use. She was asking me this as we drove to her home. I was the newest foster child in her home. Strangely enough her house was the safest place I’ve ever been in my life. I’m grateful for the time I had there despite the initial ignorance. That was 1987 which was the second year the high school was completely integrated.

I probably think of that teacher every day. I certainly think of her when I hear the song Fire & Rain because she use to sing it in the morning. And I think of her whenever I see a blueberry muffin because she use to make them all the time for breakfast. I’ve gotten to talk to her on and off through the years and truthfully I smile most of the time when I think of her. She is one of the reasons I decided to become a foster parent. When I took care of the three boys I knew they would one day be able to say that there was at least one home where they went to bed well fed, warm and without cause for fear. My sophomore English teacher did that for me and I will be forever grateful. She may have asked stupid questions in the beginning and gave me tension headaches but in the end she gave me the best home I’ve ever had. I’m thankful to her for that.

Austin

Ps. I use Crest and Suave

James Taylor › Fire & Rain

Oh, I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain
I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that Id see you again….

This song was also in the movie Running On empty staring Joaquin Phoenix’s older brother River Phoenix.

 

Swan, Princess of Colour

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Austin
on October 27, 2006
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created for JAGA
I keep doing art pieces to keep myself busy. One might say I’m punching stuff out left and right and fast but hey, it keeps me from doing stuff I won’t regret later …but that are considered negative behaviors.

the biscuits and sausage gravy for dinner tonight was downright nasty. I should have just had a donut. I’m still pissed about the cab not coming today. My goodness I was such the girl when she told me no one was coming. I think I produced more snot in five minutes than any baby ever could. Lord, it was pitiful. The poor woman on the other end of the line said, “It’ll be okay.” I was like, “the hell it will.” Of course it took me a bit to get that out because I was gasping for breath, doing that emphysema gasp, trying to talk and sob at the same time. So, after my snot production session I talked to three supervisors about how crazy this is getting. So not only could I not get a ride home I started not being able to get to therapy.

I wondered if I should go ahead and change therapists because of his availability and because of the increasing difficulty with getting there. Then I kinda thought to myself, I can see a meteocher (sp) therapist 4 times a month or a good therapist 3 times a month with some stress about getting there. So-So care or good care hit and miss are my two choices here. I’m going for the hit and miss because at least with the hit and miss I can pick up valuable information. So, I’m staying with Dr. B. Part of me thinks I’m trying to convince myself to leave to sabotage this good thing I’ve got going here. I like this guy. I think he’ll be able to help and part of that is frightening. It means I have to really, really look at shit when in all honesty I’m scared to death to do it. So, I have to remember not to toss this good thing out of the window on a whim or because of sabotage and fear. I gotta ride this one out.

Austin

Symbolic Of What

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Austin
on October 27, 2006
in Borderline Personality Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Dreams, Mental Health, PTSD and Therapy
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The cab never came to pick me up for therapy. I was so pissed. I haven’t seen Ariel in a long time but she’s been hanging around for the last few days. I know her by her pacing.

I talked to Dr. B on the phone for about 30 min, 33 min 45 seconds to be exact. My phone logs the exact time. We went over a few entries, especially the one about the cats turning into babies and cats being all deformed and what not. He said the dreams were very symbolic. Unfortunately I have no idea what he meant by that. Although I didn’t have much contact with cats as a kid I did have one memorable experience but I can’t see how that would tie into the dreams. That memory is the reason one foot seems to want to act stupid during cold weather.

The uncle owned a nice size hotel in Tampa, Florida. It wasn’t the Hilton but it wasn’t a dive either, about 100 rooms with moderate accommodations. One day there was a cat and a litter of kittens outside the hotel. He got his gun and went to shoot them. I tried to scare the kittens away because I didn’t think they should die just because they were born feline. It didn’t make any sense to me. When I scared them away he was pissed so he turned the gun and put it to my head. It felt like forever standing there. I remember thinking, pull the goddamn trigger. At 9 years old I put it in those words inside my head, “pull the goddamn trigger.” Heck, I’d just witnessed days earlier my cousin getting one hundred lashes and being passed around to company for anything they wanted. So yeah, pull the trigger please. He lowered the gun and shot me in the foot. All of this was over a cat and her kittens. Fortunately for me it went right between my big toe and second toe. I bled like a stuck pig but that’s all. And fortunately for the world the man died a few years back, brain cancer. Some family members say some huge tumor in his head may have made him mean. Perhaps, but when they knew how cruel he could be why did they send their kids to stay with him and be victim to his cruelty? I’m sorry he had brain cancer but if you know a man will pull a gun on your child with you standing there why on earth would you in later years send her to live with him? It seems my family has a moral cancer that has no cure.

There’s some stuff I wish I could take back that I did concerning the uncle… stuff that was impulsive and the best judgment was not necessarily exercised. I went into IUMC with my then girlfriend of 9 years. When we walked in the door who stood there but this very tall, well dressed business man that I called uncle. I pointed at him and said, “That man is a pedophile.” Yeah, he was but perhaps that wasn’t the right thing to do, to say it then and there. My timing was off, not the time or place to do that so yeah, I wish I could take that back. That may have been impulsive but what I did at home was thought out and done knowing full well the consequences could be brutal.

I was given the book The Right To Heal by a friend. I remember reading the Survivors Bill Of Rights in it and man was that empowering. It mentioned listing everyone that abused you. I remember there was a girl in the book that said she needed to list 13 people and then asked if that would be too much? No, was the answer given to her. So I started this project with a poster that I had. I took a poster of a little girl walking down the street with a teddy bear in her hand. She had her back to the viewers (me) and walked down a lonely country road. The picture was done in sepia tone. On each side of the picture I wrote the Survivors Bill Of Rights found in that book. I took it a step further and wrote in black ink on the wall beside the picture every name of every person in my family that had a hand in abusing me sexually, emotionally, physically or spiritually. What I didn’t do was put a name on the list as to what it was. I didn’t write, these are the people that did this that and the other. Having that list in regular size letters beside the Bill of Rights was pretty clear so no title was needed. Yes, mama would see it every time she came in my room and I knew it. I knew she’d see it and I wasn’t sure if she would be violently angry that I had the nerve to put something like that on the wall and make people think I had been abused. What happened was that she said nothing. She simply walked past it every single time she came in uninvited.

I made my statement loud and clear and I’ll never forget how it felt to put those two posters boards up on each side of the little girl leaving down a dirt road. It felt like I was hanging two stones containing Hebrew Law written by the hand of God. Man that was a powerful moment. Gracious, I can see me pinning that to the wall so that when you walked in there was no way on earth to miss it. She never said a word, not one single word about the display. Writing on the wall wasn’t a problem, I was allowed to paint murals in my room and I’d done that before so writing on the wall wasn’t a big issue. What I put on the wall in ink was the issue and what was on the poster boards should have been an issue. It seemed that when there was something she should have gone off about she didn’t, she acted like it didn’t exist. When there was some minor problem she acted like you were the worst person in the world and should be treated as such.

I did a lot of shit like that and maybe it wasn’t really worth it, I don’t know. Mama says that the reason she focused on me was because she couldn’t break me and that I was a challenge. Perhaps faking defeat would have been better than fighting her tooth and nail just to get my ass kicked more and more. I don’t know. I can’t go back and change things so there is no reason to say, “I should have” or “If I had done this or that things might have….” It’s a waste of energy. All I know is that right now I have to think of that bold stand I took when I put my rights and my list up on the wall. I have to remember that if I had that kind of inner strength as a child surely it has grown now that I am an informed adult.

One thing I am certain of is that I’m not ready to stop living. I have too much to do and this isn’t over yet. This symbolism Dr. B refers to can’t be anything worse than what I’ve already lived through. I’ll ask him what it’s supposed to mean the next time I talk to him.

Whatever the recurrent dream themes are symbolic of I do not know, but surely that symbolism is nothing compared to my determination to never, ever desire that someone pull the goddamn trigger. This isn’t over yet.

Joan of Arc

Symbolic Of What-Thursday, October 26, 2006-12:17midnight

More Calls for Death Penalty in Child Rapes

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on October 25, 2006
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More Calls for Death Penalty in Child Rapes
Measures in several states are meant to deter, but critics see execution making victims less likely to tell — and more likely to be killed.

By Lianne Hart, Times Staff Writer
October 10, 2006 HOUSTON — With the election just a month away, politicians examining ways to stop violent sexual offenders from striking again are increasingly calling for laws that would allow states to execute repeat child molesters.
Texas Lt. Gov. David Dewhurst is the latest to join the effort, proposing a plan Oct. 3 that would require a minimum mandatory prison sentence of 25 years for first-time offenders and the possibility of death for a second conviction.

It’s about time more than three states started seriously considering child sexual abuse to be bad enough to take the person off the face of the earth. There are only a hand full of states with laws on the books that allow for the execution of child rapists- Louisiana, Florida and Montana. These laws are on the books but not really used. There is currently one man in the entire country on death row for the rape of a child not resulting in death. He is in Louisiana.

The words of this particular politician seem like strong ones, saying that rape can and will destroy the life of the victim. In the article he says “These are crimes that have lifelong effects on the victims. Some never have a normal life. It destroys life as surely as a gun to the head” I agree totally but the mass of citizens will have to agree and have to see the death penalty as equal to the crime.

Texas says they care about their children and say that they want to send a message that if you want to do this kind of crime then don’t do it in our state. Texas might want to stop pretending that they care. If they really want to show they care then the first step is to stop letting sex offenders out for “good behavior” and letting them out early because of jail house over crowding so they can go and offend again. If they want to avoid the whole death penalty thing with the Supreme Court then make life in prison without the possibility of parole mandatory for predators.

That’s going to cost some serious money though. My suggestion is to forget these stupid lottery things and start building more prisons and start taking the safety of children seriously. There is so much wasted money and it makes me sick. Yeah, okay Dateline catches predators every Friday for our viewing pleasure but are they really doing anything? Will those men be charged sufficiently? When they get out won’t they offend again just so we can go back and have this conversation all over again? Will there be any lessons learned? Will Dateline continue give repeat offenders the TV time they need to show the world just how much control they have over our children and the safety of our mental peace. Dateline gives us a look at the world every single Friday but gives no real solutions. My thought is, the main difficulty is how the victim is viewed. Are women and children important enough to say, “If you prey upon them we’re giving you the needle?” Is a sex crime viewed the same as murder? It should be because they take the very soul and rob it blind and leave it knowing full well the person will be allowed to roam the streets again so they can rob and mutilate yet another soul.

This one inmate on death row for the rape of a child in Louisiana (Patrick O’Neal Kennedy) apparently has the law answer the question for us concerning children. His appeal for the execution is based on the fact that the US Supreme Court laws say the death penalty is for the rape of women not children.

On the subject of female predators, I’ve seen a slight change in the media concerning these monsters. There are still jokes flying left and right about teachers with male students, much to my disgust and confirming that male victims are not seen in the same light as female victims. Recently on TV three major shows on ABC had a female offender. I was shocked that three shows in one week showed gruesome acts by women instead of the perp always being male. One show had a woman that helped and encouraged her husband to do the Sleeping Beauty type rapes (Somnophilia aka “Sleeping Beauty Syndrome). One show had a younger woman binding, torturing and killing teenage girls who appeared to have everything to live for. Shows like this may not be taken as they should be right now but perhaps enough of them will let people know the heart of a woman can be just as black as that of a man. Women offenders deserve the same legal treatment as men in all crimes including those against children. If this means the death penalty then so be it. It’s about time someone put a light on women offenders and stopped giving them psychiatric labels to explain away their violent behaviors.

I’m not a reporter, a journalist or any such thing, just a survivor who knows the full effects of what predators can do.

Austin

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