It wasn't the pilot's fault but it was a can of worms she opened up. Why her? Because she was a pilot. The one thing that connected me to the horror of long ago. She was the one who held the mantle of abuse but this time held it in front of people who matter to me. She represented all those hours spent under the "care" of the Air Force when it was anything but care. It was rape. It was sexual assault. Every time there was a problem we were sent to the clinic where we raised our skirts and were fondled by airmen, officers and anybody who damn felt like it. All the time. The fondlings started immediately upon entering the Air Force. The fondling continued to Guam, then to the Philippines and back to Guam one more time. Too fat? Go lift your skirt down at the medical bay and let someone fondle you and then you're suddenly thin enough to serve your country one more day. Balk at lifting your skirt and there will be punishments. There will be many punishments. They will have smiles on their faces when they punish you because they can't seem to get enough of looking up your skirt. Montana you will get clever and you won't be fondled as much or as often. By now you've learned their tricks to inebriate you, fill you full of booze, all on their dime of course and in the morning you're sent over to weigh and lift your skirt one more time. You're saavvyy too these ploys and you've stopped playing their games and started dedicating yourself to duty. Your nose is down, grinding away, no problemo and then.... My boss was fornicating with another servicemember under her powerAnd that's how I left the Air Force. They tried to say I had stolen money from the Air Force and committed fraud. But really, I had a husband who was awarded, rewarded, promoted and I was demoted, framed and set up. Then they tried to bar me from base.... after I scored 98% proficiency on my promotion exams. So when the pilot came, I felt raped once more. Did she rape me? In a way, she really has. She's robbed me of my creative joy. She's made me question myself as a person, a baker and an artist. I felt I had chosen the correct path but truly only time will tell. I do not trust the Air Force nor do I trust the District Attourney and her cohorts to have my best interests at heart at all. They want to vilify me, turn me into a baddie and give me extra shit to talk about in therapy. Look, If I am forced to discuss the district attourney's at all, I mean, at all.. Honey we are talking about your fashion choices, I'm trimming your claws and sharpening mine. SSssssss all this.... On ice
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