Time elapsed, and the senior pastor found out that he was dying of cancer. He elected a young man to take the church- believing he was circumventing this woman 'youth' minister from taking power.
There are events and happenings, layers of story that would take me days and hours to recount. If I have the time, I will come back to this part of the story in the second section.
Suffice to say, the woman took control of the church.
Almost twenty years later, the pure hell of this event still affects people's lives.
She was pastor of the church and principal of the 'church' school that now resided in Dade City, Florida.
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Almost twenty years later, the pure hell of this event still affects people's lives.
One of the most debilitating things that stand out in my mind was when I was thirteen.
The school had a very stringent 'six-inch' rule between the sexes- of course I see the wisdom in this, but in this abusive environment the interpretation of this rule actually was:
THOU SHALT NOT EVEN LOOK AT THE OPPOSITE SEX, YOU LUSTFUL, CRAVEN CREATURE!
NO SITTING AT THE SAME LUNCH TABLE WITH MEMBERS OF THE MALE SEX!
IF THOU TALK WITH MEMBERS OF SAID OPPOSITE SEX, MONITORS AND SUPERVISORS WILL SIT IN THE OFFICE AND WHISPER TO EACH OTHER WHILE GIVING THOU EVIL GLARES.
And you can be sure the principal will be called and told what a sex-maniac you are.
A group of the girls were playing a clapping game called "Miss Mary Mack". The game consisted of children standing in a circle and taking turns clapping each other's hands in fast succession while reciting a rhyme.
(As you can tell, obviously someone pulled this game straight out of the kinkiest dating sex secrets section from Playboy)
We (the girls) were a few people short to form a circle. I called to one the boys and ask him to come help us making the circle (where my brain was I'll never know- I should have known by then what happened to those who touched boys.
I was reported to the principal.
4 comments:
You evil harlot, you! Sarcasm, of course. This is terrible! But...I'm very familiar with it.
I know, right?!?!?! Of all the pitiful things to pick on!
To this day I am slightly uncomfortable around a group of guys...in the back of my mind I can hear her calling me a "b*tch"...
The sad thing is that that is the milder of her offenses to children...the group that was younger than me had a much, much worse time of it...Actually I don't even know how they are sane.
She is an evil, evil, sadistic, horrible woman.
I also grew up in a cult where so much as making eye contact with the opposite sex was forbidden. We were (often violently) disciplined for looking at, sitting near, or talking to a member of the opposite sex. We were also called harlots if we didn't adhere to these rules, which is ironic given the sexual abuse that was taking place.
I am so sorry to hear that, Dina....I have read some of your blog and I am amazed at the depth of abuse you had to endure.
Thank you for speaking out on behalf of those cannot speak for themselves...God bless!
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