We want to say... " It's just stuff."
Dunno. We e-mailed the FBI this week.
Part of what we remember involves making a short film when we were six. It was *an actual film*, if the memory is accurate. Meaning it would be rather unusual.
We expect child porn took an astronomic jump when VCR tech became commonly available? And then again when digital tech became available?
This stuff gets passed around, recopied, resold, we are given to understand.
And the FBI archives what they find when they bust pedophiles, right?
So we described what we remember. We'll see what happens, if they even respond.
Memory is not always accurate; therefore details may not match up. And whatever caused the crazy, whether trauma or just onboard chemistry problems? We get to live with it anyway.
We believe dad abused us-that makes sense.
The weird stuff involves him also renting us to other men. We think that might have happened.
...AAAAND none of this gets us a job. None of this pays our car note. None of this gets the yard mowed or the dogs walked. We are collectively grownups. We want a life that does not suck, and how do we do that?
We feel compelled to dig up the truth...but it doesn't help so much.
