In my case against The Mormon Church, I need to state a few things for the record in this public forum, university society, copyrighted space. For some reason, when I worked with the Mormon Missionaries for public and private study, I was given male missionaries. They are called elders. The women are called sisters. They gave me their private cell phone number immediately. I had 4 missionaries on my education. I also had the support of a married couple who had a special small baby. I know to never get involved between a mother and her baby. I will keep all names out of this piece. I will state for the record that I never touched any Mormon. I was once in a back seat with a male elder with one other male elder and his leg was against my leg. There was no other touching involved in The Mormon Church and experience I had. All touching of Mormon families was appropriate in my vicinity. I began my studies at The Bloomington Ward. I did have private tutelage, at night, with three Mormon males. They were all good looking and young. One was not an elder. He was a law student at St. Thomas University and was my ride. His eye was all red and beyond bloodshot for some reason. The area we studied in had the baptismal tub in view empty. I did also do private study at the couple's residence in Eden Prairie and the woman was upstairs tending to the baby. She was blond and petite. She was very pretty. I never even shook her hand either. She was fairly cold. These studies lasted about 1.5 hours. I attended church every Sunday. I was brought by different people. A few times it was a single mom and her older son. She did security work for Cargill. I did go to service, then bible study, and then the women's group every Sunday. I did also investigate their 12 Step Group that was God based for my AA investigation. I liked it much better that AA. I think that this Higher Power stuff is crap. Submit fully or get out. Deal or you will not heal. You just infect the unity. So back to Mormon tree. I was brought in to a private Elder Group that met in a space that was quietly owned by the Bloomington Ward next to the Parking Lot. At least 30 Mormon Male Elders (Mormon Elders are post bachelor degree university graduates, thus 21 for 2 years is their service) and I met and I listened to 3 speeches. We then had refreshments and piano was played. I was also brought to their district conference at The Crystal Ward. That day I was sitting next to my Vietnamese male Elder that day. 2 little girls came up the isle in front of me and just lifted up their dresses. At least they had on underwear. I was very stressed. I told the elder that it really scared me. I have never spoken about it actually. This all went on for about a month and a half before I was basically set free, ultimately. It is my intuition that they chained me at birth. So, out of their hubris and arrogance, they told me I could not be baptized and join if I did not tithe. I was shopping for food at Walmart at the time (using no food or other charity), and basically starving at times. I did need money to go to Starbucks for my 2 dollar cup of coffee daily to use their internet to write on my laptop. Thus that was $62 a month expense. I had no contact with my family at the time, but they did keep my cell contract going with Verizon Wireless. My social security at that time was like less that $800 a month. My Sober Living Facility, myself and three women in a three bedroom condo with all expenses paid, furnished, and cable supplied, was I think $440 a month. I was riding the bus as well with help from my medical assistance and walking places. I was attending at least 6 AA groups in at least 5 different locations a week for investigation and upkeep of my P.I. license. That did not leave much for groceries and all other amenities. My trips to Bloomington Walmart were arduous and extremely strenuous. I took the bus and walked. The Mormons had a big party for Thanksgiving that year, and with all that was happening for me, and with all my food insecurity, they did not even invite me. This has been a normal occurrence for me so I mentioned nothing and kept a stiff upper lip. It was in Burnsville. At service they reported about the great football game they had played and the great time they had. To be nice, Progress Valley Treatment allowed us from sober living to eat Thanksgiving there. It was in Richfield, MN. When I moved to NE Minneapolis on another case the Mormons started rounding around me again. Again it was attractive white males. I did let them come over once to my apartment to have Bible study. My roommate was not home, but my neighbors were. It was the two men and I and we discussed The Book of Mormon exclusively. I went to their ward in New Hope once or twice, service, Sunday school, and women's group. The women's group was far too creepy. They all took out their iPads and were on them the whole time. It was Wiccan as hell. I informed the elders that I did not want to be contacted anymore. They called me back anyway. It was uncomfortable, but I just stayed firm. Attractive male elders do round around my H.O.A. here. I have seen them like three or four times. Having been at that elder society meeting, I know that not all elders are attractive and in good form. I am always kind. I chat a little and let them know about vicinity and do not speak of the past, but let them know that I am not interested in further investigation and study. Fellas, if you come in here, just be polite to people. Do not act haughty and know that no means no. I will still be kind as I am to all beings. I take in very few names. I only have so much RAM space in my dain bramaged brain. It is important to note that my sister let me know about a volunteer opportunity. It was an opportunity to volunteer for the 1991 International Special Olympics. It was grand. I was put with Team Utah. I got to march in The Opening Ceremonies with our delegation. It was huge. It was in the Metrodome. Prince and John Bon Jovi performed. I had on my peach delegate host top with the Special Olympics emblem on it. I felt blessed to be part of something so cool. I was given a really cool cap that I still have from Team Utah. I also have many pins that the athletes gave to me. I guess I was liked after all. I have about 8. It was athletes from ALL over the world and a huge representation of the whole United States. I was put on Softball with my sister. I had played softball one summer in Owatonna, MN on a coed team. I had never played before. I was put in the outfield. We won the conference that year after my sixth grade year. She can vouch for my appropriate, kind, compassionate, and fun participation with the Special Olympics athletes. She was with me the whole time and was my ride. I was never alone with any of them. I did let them touch me a bit and take some photos with me. They were very well boundaried. I just don't want them twisted against me. Guys, I am not a child molester, but I have been a great parole officer to sex offenders in Indiana after their time in penitentiary. One man we did have to send back. It was very sad for me. Two of these men were white, one was black, and one was Latino. I do believe that these men can return to society and even serve as police if need be. So to back me up, this little buttercup has other employment history. I have worked for Dungarvin Services, an accredited and highly respected MR respite care network and system. I was trained by them and I did respite work in a foster home, not a group home. I have also worked for Robbinsdale School District as a Playground Paraprofessional for Pilgram Lane Elementary School in Plymouth, MN. It was very military. My compatriot there I believe was named Sharon. It was just us against the whole team of almighty means. We kept them clean and not mean, and respectful on the playground barely even using our whistles. We made sure they used the equipment properly and played games too. That dealio was exhausting. I only worked like 2.5 hours a day, five days a week, but this little mommy who is not a mommy dealing with these commies had to go home and rest. I tried for like a month to endure the torture of Adventure Club after school day care. I could just not make it there. I stayed with Pilgram Lane only. I also guarded and taught swimming lessons at the YMCA. I worked mainly at Blaisdell Y, but Saturday I taught swimming downtown and guarded. I did sub a bit at Ridgedale. I also volunteered for Vacation Bible School at Good Samaritan United Methodist Church the summer after I returned from Indiana teaching the art class to all ages all by myself. What a day, every day, for a week. All activities were planned by me from a book they gave me to help me. I just let them know the suplies I needed and they took care of that. I also did day care after the Bible School for 3rd graders that week. That was also very exhausting. I do not flit about. I do much volunteer work. I have held many jobs for long periods of time, but I also know when to say when, and leave. I do not always know what is going on behind the scenes. It always stays clean in front of me. I am glad. I do not want the world to be chaotic, violent, diseased, and repulsive. My last note is Big Brothers Little Sisters where I voluneteered and we had a little who was a handful. I and my ex were a big couple. They do an extensive background check. He had had a violent incident when he was in 4th grade where he and 4 other boys attacked a boy in the woods and raped him anally with the top of a tree. We were okayed for the program. It got exhausting quick. My ex may have begun to have gotten sick with the boy, thus then I get fatigued and just knew I could not continue. The only time I left them alone was when I got a migraine at a Twins game at the Metrodome. They were in public view and I came to pick them up. We apologized greatly to the organization and I told the little that he was amazing, but that I was having problems with illness. We said goodbye in person in front of his single mother. It was very sad. I felt like a failure and like I deserted him. I have never had any sexual feelings towards children. I never did even as a child. My first holding of hands was at the age of 14 and my first kiss was at age 15. I did not experience a boy even "petting me" until I was 16. I was 17, and in an established relationship getting a PAP smear and on birth control for a month, before I had actual missionary coitus. I did not give oral sex until him and it was about 6 months in. It only happened like 5 times. I hate oral sex. All of these people that I have documented as firsts were 2 month to 1.5 year relationships and all white males of high intelligence and athletic abilities. My ex fiancé was too (a quality engineer from WPI, weight lift champion, Eagle Scout, TEK fraternity member, and for a short time, college football player) did respect me when I asked to not be sexual because he and I were both working in therapy on sexual abuse issues. He never pressured me and did hold me, sleep with me, dance with me publicly, and held my hand publicly as well. We would kiss publicly on occasion as well. We were engaged for 4 years. I think he did great. I just wanted to get my life a little out there so that there is a space where people can see that I have been honorable, boundaried, loving, forgiving, and charitable. I do not hate Mormons. I just do not like their greed, and I wish to be freed and for them to stay away from me. I never joined and even if I had, you have no right to stalk me, talk about me, judge me, lie about me, or assassinate my character intelligence or theological prowess and abilities. I was so good to you all. Just to let you know, I was raised to think that you were all crazy, but I really listened actively to you, and studied hard. I am just so very disappointed in you all. Jennifer Mayer
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