#Epstein #Maxwell #Wexner #Weinstein

YOUR LITTLE GIRLS, protect them:

When I was a little girl and my mother's boyfriend touched me "there" while she was in the kitchen and we were sitting in the livingroom on the sofa watching TV -- I froze. I was 11 years old.

He asked me for a crayon from my new crayola box. I was annoyed but handed him one. That was how he touched me "there" - while he made believe he was using my crayon. My heart began to pound wildly and my throat got dry very suddenly. I seriously could not move.

When I head my mother's footsteps walking back to the livingroom in our long narrow hallway he pulled his hand out from under my coloring book. I was stunned. My mother sat down beside him and I excused myself and went into my room where I told my 10 year old sister.

We both cried and talked through the night about what to do. We decided we would tell mom. The next morning, hand in hand, we walked into mom's bedroom as he lay sleeping in her bed. We told her in unison - because that was how my sister and I rehearsed it - that we needed

to talk to her.

And then we told her.

She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room. I hung on to my 10 year old sister and she too, got pulled into her bedroom. "Is this true," she yelled at him waking him up. "Is this true!"

He denied it.

She believed him.

The women of that generation, and sadly others, were not ready to believe their little girls when they told.

Those of you who follow me already know you have to believe the children. There are many more pedophiles and rapists than will ever

be exposed.

Teach your little girls that their instincts matter.

Teach your little girls that it is okay to get mad publicly in their own homes and outside of their homes.

Teach your little girls that their value is just as important as any adult.

Teach your little girls that they can feel safe with you at any time - no matter what.

Teach your little girls that you will believe them. This starts early. You must pay attention to what your child/ren tell you.

Looking back at that night and the next morning that remains etched in my brain and scarred into my heart, I wish my mother had simply believed me and asked him to leave.

I wish she had then alerted the other women who also had young children who were known to this pedophile.

I wish she had done that because if she had - I would have been prepared when I was groomed to be a sex slave.

I would not have fallen prey later on it life.

But, I was compromised when I was only a little girl. And it was visible to every other predator. They can see it.

What may sound like a "nothing crime" had grave consequences. I was very vulnerable to predators. I was raped. I was trafficked. I went through unspeakable horrors. And it took a very long time for me to find my voice.

I am one of the lucky few.

Not many survive.

Some become drug addicts and die.
Some commit crimes and end up in jail.
Some are killed in random hate crimes - even by the men who use them.

I survived but it was a very long and difficult journey. And I am not here by chance. I am here to help shed light

on those "unspeakable crimes" that happen under your very noses.

People who look quite respectable on the outside - whether it is because they have money or a respected position or b/c they have managed to ingratiate themselves into one's life -- not everyone deserves trust.

The insidiousness of it has been exposed w/ the Jeffrey Epstein crimes. Its tentacles reach across generations and across political platforms. They go deep into the underground and up into the higher echelons of governments. Worldwide.

Teaching ur children is the way 2 end this.