There is so much power in story.  So much truth contained in the various struggles we engage in here on Earth.

The Savior said it best when he prophesied that our day would be one of Division.

 51 Suppose ye that I am come to give peace on earth? I tell you, Nay; but rather division:

52 For from henceforth there shall be five in one house divided, three against two, and two against three.

53 The father shall be divided against the son, and the son^aagainst the father; the mother against the daughter, and the daughter against the mother; the mother in law against her daughter in law, and the daughter in law against her mother in law.

And in the book of Micah it says:

 6 For the son dishonoureth the father, the daughter riseth up against her mother, the daughter in law against her mother in law; a man’s ^aenemies are the men of his own ^bhouse.

The Apostle Paul prophesied to the Romans that we would be without Natural Affection

 31 Without ^aunderstanding, covenantbreakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful:

For me as a Christian caught in the web of Unnatural Affection, it is difficult to process my reality amidst so much evil being broadcast on television.

The evil around the Penn State Child Abuse story has been so horrifying, at times I have had to turn off the news, hands shaking, hives breaking out all over my body as I heard details of the various assaults on children.

My own childhood nightmare around abuse has been something that to this point in my life I have not published, as the gory details are things I do NOT like to revisit in my mind.

But since today is Thanksgiving, a key time for Family Molesters to Pounce, and if memory serves, three different times molesters in my family took advantage of my little body to use for their own selfish sexual lust around Thanksgiving gatherings, and because my life organized itself this year to allow me to spend this week mostly alone without my family around to keep me distracted and busy, I thought it would be a good idea to spend a few minutes writing for those who have been hurt.

My own children were hurt by a family member and when I phoned the police in our town, it was the first time a molester was truly held accountable for this heinous crime.  The shockwave sent through the family circle continues to reverberate today. So much shame is tied up in Family Sexual Abuse, that when a family member decides to go public and/or get some justice, it is so easy for the rest of the family to circle the wagons and starting yelling about insanity.  It is true that I have struggled with emotional illness during my life, and my family has been so willing to throw out words like Psychosis, Manic Depression, Bi Polar etc etc whenever I bring up our extended families troubles with sexual assault. Most of the time, to them, I am just fine, but if I ever start talking about Family Pattern Abuse, All of a sudden I am in a raging Psychosis in need of forced drugging and “treatment” to shut me up.

None of my family members are psychiatrists and it pains me to inform them that although it might be tempting to blame all claims of sexual abuse in our family on “Jenny’s Mental Issues”, where a little smoke is blowing, often a fire is smoldering that can and will blow up in the next generation of children and grandchildren.

Whenever I think about nieces, nephews, cousins, etc etc…I just wither in frustration knowing that a few molesters in our extended family have access to these little ones, and it just revolts and frustrates me to no end.

I want to create Wanted Posters and email them around to all of the family and warn the innocent and blind not to allow these people to have access to the babies and toddlers.  I want to yell and scream and warn whenever another person enters the family circle through marriage.  I want to shout and hit and bite and kick, put my body in the path to make certain that the babies are kept whole and safe.

If I learned nothing else as I remembered details of my abuse at the hands of my Father and his brothers and a few male cousins, they LIKED to molest pre-verbal babies because Babes who can’t talk yet… can’t tell.

But I feel that any sort of exercise towards justice and prevention on my part would be futile and so I just keep my own kids away from the molesters and pray for the safety of everyone else.  I also pray that those around the molesters in my family will have their eyes opened and be willing to see the truth when and if it smacks them in the face.  And then act on that truth…

That is my prayer on this Thanksgiving day.

Jenny Hatch