Who am I? Where do I come from? Why am I a scientology watcher? These are all good questions. But mostly, it is none of your goddamn business. (Yep, I swear. A lot) You might like to know shit about me, because you imagine you can use it to respond to my comments and posts. Well, fuck that. My opinions are just that; my opinions. They stand or fall on their own merits.
I will explain at some point why I am involved in the information wars about cults. For now, suffice to say that I have encountered people in my time working, studying, and living in Boulder who have been deeply damaged. None of these people had or wanted name recognition. They were just trying to detach from something that was harming them. In my process of caring about them and helping them, I have come to recognize the need to stop the harm at the “source”. THIS is why I have something to say.
I am not a “deprogrammer”, and nobody would recognise my name as a part of this stupid Rodeo. It is just that I am quite gifted at dealing with trauma, and my low profile makes me a safe person to turn to. That is exactly the way I like it. My life has taken me in other directions now anyway. I have no clients at the moment, and no interest in reviving my practice. My energy is devoted to being a mother and artist, and that works for me. I keep my identity a bit obscure online anyway. I just prefer it that way (and my hubby insists on it). If you are reading this blog and that is a problem for you, get over it. If you really needed to know, you already would…
Yep, that’s really me. Happy, skippress? 😉
I am now a great admirer of yours. You have given me the bestest, longest laugh of the day. Kudos to you and your hubby.
Chocolate Velvet, You are my new super hero! (Or should I say heroine?) Thanks for always saying the right thing at the right time!