Chapter Eight
Open Letter
To The
False Memory Syndrome Foundation
To the False Memory Syndrome Association;
I am one of the people you say is "delusional", attentiongetting and psychotic.
I've watched for 3 years as your organization has grown, wreaking havoc every place you go. You have crushed victims and sent little children back into abusive homes.
I'm partially a recoveredmemory victim, but just in part.
You claim recovered memory victims are mostly hysterical females with a history of mental illness whose memories were implanted by clever therapists.
Now, I know it does happen. The abuse bandwagon has had some bad baggage bitter people seeking vengeance, custody disputes, and newage wickywacky.
But I resent you lumping us all together.
I'm a male, nonhysterical, with no history of mental illness or hospitalization, and my memories were worked through solo no therapist.
In other words, I don't fit your degrading, neat little profile. And I can't be pushed around and put back into denial, because my memories were found before I met another survivor so I can't be accused of "survivor network sharing" suggestibility or "Munchausen Syndrome".
I have worked long and hard to regain my life. I've accused no one. I have no children to use in a custody battle. And I'm not "enjoying the attention" of being a survivor as you seem to imply we seek. You're the ones who need a shrink if you seriously believe it's a thrill to expose such awful memories. In fact, thanks to you, we're guaranteed humiliation, slander and disbelief.
I may have fallen for your false memory theory, if not for one encounter. A Vietnam Vet and his wife came to me for counseling. He had no feelings. After talking for about an hour, he entered an "altered state of consciousness" and relived totally unaware of his surroundings standing next to his army buddy and seeing his head blown off by the Viet Cong. And running for his life. He returned to himself barely aware of this horror that had caused him to forget.
So when I watched other survivors relive horrors, I didn't disbelieve.
Of course, YOU would have asked the Vet to produce evidence. "I was there!" "So?" "I have an Army record!" "That doesn't prove anything." "Where's the body?" "He DIED!" "That doesn't mean you really saw it. You probably heard another vet talking and just adopted the story to get attention."
Nothing would satisfy your need for proof, because you've always got an answer for everything. Anal scars are "digestive problems". Body scars are "selfinflicted". Corroboration is "shared network fabrication."
So be it.
I'm asking survivors to give up the quest to prove their stories to disprove YOU. It's a lost cause. WE know what happened. That's the important thing.
I used to do back flips to convince people like you. For my efforts, I was called schizophrenic paranoid, a Satanist, a child molester, a moneymaking opportunist, a publicity hound, and those were the kindest things.
So I quit dancing to doubter's tunes. I woke up and realized I was acting like a little kid desperate to be rescued and I said, "I don't NEED you to believe me. I'm the one who lived with this devastation for years and neither your belief nor disbelief matter to me anymore." I know the truth. That's what matters. I carry the physical scars and emotional holocaust and pictures of houses and crosscorroboration from survivors and nonsurvivors. You can't change that.
In other words, I'm a "survivor with attitude". And I intend to fight you every place you gain a foothold. I'll expose your predatorfriendly experts like your muchquoted Dr. Underwager, and carefully, systematically explain the holes in your socalled "false memory syndrome" theory.
But beyond that, I'll just try to serve as a point of strength for other survivors, little and grown so just maybe, they'll see that the "big bad wolf" of FMSA is a toothless and bullying puppet to scare us into silence. But This Voice can't be scared, intimidated or stopped. Perhaps as the "support network" of survivors you ridicule grows, other will rise up and say, "enough!" and find the courage to get well.
This Voice WILL be heard.
See you in the Arena.
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