Being Misled
Imagine going through what I have gone through. For years upon years.
And then have the local celebrity come in and say they are going to do the story…whether or not I was going to participate. She sat in my home, she talked and hugged my family.
I was told that the Shymanskis would not be getting a lot of airtime. I absolutely knew they would get some time, but not 90% of it. I was told by the producer everyone says they feel better after they do it. I was ensured that I would feel better.
I was told they already knew I had nothing to do with it.
So I did the interview. I thought finally, what I’ve been waiting for for years is going to happen, I’m going to get to speak about my experience.
I had a sticky note up on my wall for years that said “THEY WILL KNOW”. Because I hoped and prayed that I would be able to let people know the insidious things I was having to deal with.
This was my moment. And I was so scared.
They filmed in my hometown; the place that we referred to as my “safe spot”. Filmed in my school where my children go for their education. I let them ask me anything.
AND THEN THEY MANIPULATED AND ABUSED ME TOO. AND MY FAMILY. ON A NATIONAL STAGE.
I never would have done a story like that. Never in a million years.
These people know full well that I have PTSD, that I am severely traumatized. That I am a single mother with children to take care of. They know I didn’t have anything to do with it.
