Thanks for this story. I can relate quite a bit. I have my own Twin Peaks-like experience too. From the time I was two weeks old to almost 12 years old, my mother and I were stalked by a man named John. Restraining orders to him were perceived as "challenged accepted." He always found us. He dug through our garbage, he would pretend to be my friend and have me call him collect when we got to the new place...

And I could feel when he was driving to us, from as far as four hours away. I would be sitting in class and just "know" in my body that John would be stalking my route home from school that day, or he would be in my driveway when I got home from school. I was a latchkey kid from six onwards, so this was really fucking awful to be able to feel. Especially because it's not like I could protect myself from whatever was going to happen that night.

John was my Bob. I was Laura Palmer. That is what happened for me when I got to watch the show at 12 years old right as we were homeless and moving away from John for the final time. I found myself in Laura Palmer. It turns out my dad lived in Washington State, so I managed to finally see the beauty of the Pacific Northwest at 14 years old when I was finally able to basically meet him.

Thing is, though, my father had abandoned me before I was born, and John went so far as to harass my father and his wife before I had ever met them, to make sure my "whore mother never got back with him" and intidimate him. Dad had told my mom he had a woman back in Washington State though, and ghosted on her. There was no way my father was ever getting back with her.

John kidnapped us. He cut up his pubic hairs and toenail clippings into my stillborn brother's ashes. He drove four hours to break into our house on Christmas Eve and try to kill my mom in front of me. As she was begging for her life and telling me to call 911, I just went back under the tree and tried to look at my gifts and touch the packages, and hope he was either going to kill us all this time, or just her, and I'd end up in a foster family, please God.

Unfortunately, getting away from mom's abuse by living with dad as a teenager proved I really had no family. I learned I was going to have to chose between the devil I know and the devil I don't know because DSHS in SC had decided to leave me with mom, so why would WA be different? It was a bad experience I would rather not get into too much, but when I was finally living here as an adult, the Seattle Weekly printed an article featuring Sharon Jones Hayden and talking about how she was all about domestic violence and I had to take the rest of the day off work, I wanted to throw up I was so mad when I saw it. Sharon and my dad knew about my domestic violence under mom because John harassed everyone in my family he could discover. The sweetest, gentlest nerd you would ever meet, my uncle, even bought a gun.

I'm pretty fucked up as an adult and have been couch surfing and wish I gave a fuck about trying to cash in on the fucked up legacy of my life if it was possible. I just found out an annual exam can cost you the ability to get a mortgage or pass a credit check for an apartment. How?
I'm dealing with an annual exam's labwork not being billed right to Medicare, and the lab gets to legally mess up my credit since Medicare wasn't returning their calls. Pramilla Jayapal's office is helping me but this has been going on for two years now and it finally hit my credit record after two years of working so hard to get this far. I was days away from getting a mortgage process going after two years of couch surfing and I just found out. I don't have the brainspace anymore to use my past to try to help people and figure out how to write an autobiography or blog. Thanks for reading my blues if you stayed this far. Not even sure I can handle watching the reboot knowing Laura and Bob in real life the way I did after this dumb news for me, and it's my favorite show ever.