Sexual Abuse Allegations During Divorce, then comes the darkness...

During the custody battle, an accusation came forward that my father molested my little sister.  A recording came forward that my grandmother and mother created, in which they coached my little sister to say she was molested by my father.

My sister was taken to a therapist who wrote an affidavit on July 26th, 1988 affirming his belief she was indeed molested.  This was fully investigated by authorities.  My sister was taken to Primary Children's Hospital and they found a bump on my sister's hymen, which left a determination of abuse inconclusive.

After the investigation, my father was not charged with anything because there was no evidence besides the audio recording and this therapist's belief that she was indeed molested.  My mother visited with the therapist before meeting with my sister.  Informing him of what she "knew" was going on.

After the charges were dropped.  My mother pressed forward until she could find someone who believed her.  She stumbled upon the office of Barbara Snow and Teena Sorensen.  My sister was taken to Barbara Snow for one-on-one counseling.

Shortly thereafter, more allegations came out.  Allegedly, all my brothers and sisters were molested by my dad, including me.  My two older brothers were informed that they raped my little sister.  To this day, not one person in my family has any memory of any of these things actually taken place.

I was taken to the same therapist that my sister was taken to originally.  He determined I had not been abused.  I was taken to a couple of other therapists who made the same determination.  Finally, I ended up and Barbara Snow and Teena Sorensen's office.

My sister and I were taken to this office for dozens and dozens of office visits over the course of a couple of years.  What we experienced is only comparable to what intelligence officers do to retrieve information from suspected terrorists.  This was psychological warfare against innocent children.  My sister and I experienced coaching, pressure, anger and punishment to admit we had been abused.

I was born in the early 1980's in Salt Lake City, Utah.  I was the fifth of six children.  I have two older brothers, two older sisters, and a younger sister. 

When I was born, my parents were approaching divorce.  It took a few more years and some failed marriage counseling before it finally happened.  We were living in a big yellow house on a street that ended in a cul-de-sac in a growing suburb south of Salt Lake City.  I had lots of friends and spent lots of time playing outside no matter if it was the middle of summer or the dead of winter.  I loved my mom and dad and idolized my older brothers and sisters. 

My little sister and I were referred to as the "kids."  That always drove me crazy.  I have a limited number of memories before the divorce that I would categorize as pleasant.  Family was a big part of our lives.  We did everything together and spent a lot of time with relatives as well. 

My family were members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and part of what we believe is that families will be together forever.  So as divorce approached, you can understand how devastating this was to not only my mom and dad, but my brothers and sisters too.  I remember fighting, yelling and stomping around our two story yellow house.  I remember that when my dad got home from work everyday, things just hit the fan.  Things progressed until finally it became too much for both my mom and my dad. 

In the fall of 1987, my dad moved out.  They were separated for a while and tried really hard to work things out.  As the custody battle waged, things spiraled out of control.  Then as winter ended in 1988, my life was swallowed by the very jaws of @#!*%.