I’m laid up at the moment and had a chance to take some time for myself. Decided to check out a favorite from the “bad old days.” 15 minutes into the latest 20/20 and I’m no longer a grown adult whose mostly made peace with her life and is finding happiness. Wham! it all comes flooding back.
Watching the Maxwell episode was not something I expected to trigger or disturb me. It’s a normal part of my life to pre-gauge before watching anything. I do it almost without thinking. As soon as I see that fiercely vulnerable face of Annie Farmer, I know it’s all true.
My Maxwell was a head nurse (who’s name I wish like hell I could dredge up now for fuck’s sake.) She was the one who delivered me repeatedly to the Pediatrician who raped me starting at the tender age of 10 years.
She brought me in the room… suggested my mother leave, “girls this age don’t want their mother’s around” ushered her out the door and closed it behind me. The first time she left me alone in that room it left me a little shaken. The second, third and fourth time I knew full well that she was leaving me alone knowing exactly what was happening. She was his full partner.
His name is Thomas Packard. I’ve had my day in court with him after a 30 battle, so let’s all just put that part aside for now. For this purpose of this post he is almost irrelevant.
I want to be heard very clearly. This is the time to hold the woman who actively participate in the rape and assault of girls accountable. Talk about how almost every single time repeated child sexual assault is perpetrated, there is a partner in the grooming and planning, if not the actual assault. Far too often that partner is a woman.
Make you a little uncomfortable to think about that too much? Do you feel that little hiccup inside that wants to hold back the “except but” that makes it easier to look at? That’s why it’s time to talk. Enough. Enough. Enough.
We say we want to make change for girls coming up after us. We can’t even begin to change anything until we blow this narrative wide open. I want to make sure I give this it’s due. I’m going to be leaving things messy and unfinished as I go. It’s not my job to clean up this mess. That’s on all of us. My job is to show up for everyone who finds their voice. My other job is to speak loudly as others are still finding their way.
I’m pissed and I’m really pissed off that I even have to write this. Come on y’all let’s go…