Escape From the Dungeon: Jennifer's Survival Story

d="body">Reiney and I told them everything. I was hungry and
Have you ever been encountered with a trauma inpulled out my lunch and was eating my spaghetti
life and not know how your life would be after itsandwich that was packed for me, Meg and I shared
was all said and done? This is a story of my traumaa laugh on that one. After I told the Father about
and how I survived and how I am taking an extremeeverything he brought in a Nun and they told me
tragedy and turning it into something spectacular.what my options were. I had to find shelter for that
This is a story of psychological terror brought on bynight, somewhere where I would be safe, before I
the hands of my mother. I am the second oldest ofeven got to say a word Meg said she would take
16 children and the stories I am about to describeme home with her that night. I was so scared at
relays what it was like to live under the terror andwhat was about to unfold before the both of us. We
reign of our mother. The abuse started about 35ended up getting on the bus to get to her house in
years ago in 1970 and who knew there would be 16Wauwatosa and she and I were embarking on our
direct victims and many other people affected by herfirst adventure. She laughed at me on the bus
manipulations when all was said and done. Hind sight isbecause as we left Pius and traveled through the
truly 20/20 and I think if things were handledtown I remarked, "oh my gosh, the street signs are
differently with the 1987 felony child abuse charges inblue". I never knew that the street name signs were
Waukesha County, there wouldn't be this tale to tellany color other than green. We never left our little
today in 2005.area in New Berlin. That night Meg and her mom
There are two distinct time periods in this story: thewelcomed me with open arms but the peace did not
17 years prior to 1987 and the 18 years after 1987.last too long. My mother found out that I was at
Unfortunately for all us children involved, the storyMeg's house and she camped out in her front yard
reads nearly the same with only the children involvedand started yelling at the top of her lungs. The police
changing. You will find parallels in both sections that Iwere called and I sat upstairs crying and in complete
still can't believe today and I was part of theterror that she would take me back home. Meg and
situation from the beginning and a catalyst for thisher mom did everything they possibly could to
coming to light. What you will see is a very largeconsole me and they said that they knew someone
break in the system but above all, the masterdown the street and that they were going to get
manipulation that would rival the greatest minds. Byme there. Poor Jane, Meg's sister, was left to endure
manipulating her children, the social workers, themom's psychotic ranting and raving on the front lawn.
lawyers, the prosecutors, mom got off with nothingThey just got a small taste of the life I was living
in 1987 when she was facing 18 counts of felony andeveryday. I was snuck out the back door and we
misdemeanor child abuse charges, $180,000 in finesran down the street like we were really in hiding
and 30 years in prison. Her ability to walk away fromfrom the enemy. We ended up at that other house
that without a scar only enabled her psychoticwhere I made a very important phone call. I hadn't
manipulating mind and that allowed mom to abusetalked to my dad's family in probably a decade when
again without fear for the next 18 years. It isI called Uncle Butch and Aunt Judi in tears. I told them
heartbreaking to know and live with the fact thatwho I was and that I ran away from home could I
these actions have been addressed in the past andstay there for the night. I can't remember what else
she ended up inflicting the same thing on myI talked about but I ended up at their house where
brothers and sisters as soon as the Department ofmom would never suspect my whereabouts. From
Social Services stepped out of the situation in thewhat I was told my mother stayed on Meg's front
late 80's. You often hear that history repeats itself,yard for most of the night. I can't remember
but I never would have imagined to be the exactreintroducing myself to my relatives but looking back,
same acts of manipulation, terror and intimidatingI am so grateful that they opened that door for me.
abuse over such a long period of time.They have been suedo parents to me for the last 18
September 14, 1987 - This is a day that I will neveryears and I just am in awe at their selfless acts of
forget, it was the day that I looked into my motherskindness that night. As the next day started there
eyes and saw my own mortality. It was the day thatwould be no school for me. I got up and had
I wanted to give up trying and just pass away tobreakfast like a normal person. I sat at the table and
the next world. This day, is engrained in so many ofserved myself a meal, something that I had not done
the kids minds that each one that witnessed it canin 17 years. Aunt Judi and Uncle Butch listened as I
tell you a story of psychological warfare, utter pain,poured out my life story at the breakfast table and
mental anguish, and overall defeat. This day wasthey told me some of the things that I never knew
worse than anything I have faced in 14 years in theabout my extended family. Later that day, Father
military. This day was worse than anything I couldReiney came to get me. They worked through the
imagine, it was the day that my mother tried to killnight for an option that would save me. This was the
me and was the day that I saw the devil in her eyes.only option I had and ironically enough, mom's
So much of the last 17 years have built up to thisescapades from the night before at Meg's house
moment and this day was merely the straw thatwere enough to get a restraining order. Fr. Reiney
broke the camels back.told me that they would take me to a home for
This day started like any other day in our house, butrunaways called Pathfinders in Milwaukee and they
it ended being a day that changed our lives forever.would protect me for two weeks. I started to cry. I
After school that day I was walking to myjust started to cry and couldn't stop. I think I said
babysitting job which was a couple of miles away.yes I would go and off we went. Fr. Reiney drove
One of the sneaky things I did as a teenager was tome there where I told them about the story of
switch my clothes and hair when I got to school.everything that happened in my home and then they
Mom always made me wear skirts and two pigtails ingave me another blow. They said that they could
my hair up until this day (I think she was reliving heronly let me stay at Pathfinders if my parents gave
high school years through us) and I snuck a pair ofpermission. My world sank again, how could I escape?
pants to school and a brush. When I got there in theShe would never give permission, I would be found
morning after being dropped off I would go to theout, I would be in the most trouble I have ever been
bathroom and switch out of my skirt and comb outin and I don't know what would happen. I told this to
my hair. Ted knew what I was doing but he neverthem, I told them every word that she would say to
said much, he knew the deal. Well I took my skirtmake me out to be the liar and the evil one. Word
along with me when I was walking to the house Ifor word I described how the conversation would
was to baby-sit at but I was still wearing my pants.play out, I even shocked myself at the level of detail
Unbeknownst to me, my mother was following me inI provided. They called her on speaker phone, and
the car. She came up to me and found that I wasword nearly for word it played out exactly how I
wearing a pair of pants and had my hair down andexplained. Somehow, someway those administrators
not in pigtails which was one of her number one rulesconvinced her to let me stay. I was still in my dress,
I wasn't allowed to do. She shoved me in the car andshe demanded it back. She demanded the clothes on
refused to let me continue to the job and she mademy back, I borrowed some of theirs that were
me take off my pants in the car and she threwdonated and they handed the dress over the next
them out the window. To this day I do notday. I don't remember where I slept that night, I
remember how Mr. Maloney found out I wasn't goingdon't remember much of anything except that was
to be working there anymore, I think I was in toothe first time in 13 years I hadn't had to get up to go
much shock to remember that. She started to beatto cleaning.
me in the head, a 17 year old girl, in the car andMarch 23, 2004 - The day the kids were taken
saying things that I just can't write down on a pieceaway... again!! - Another day in the history of our
of paper without cringing. All I could do was cry tofamily that is difficult to forget. I received a call out
myself but knew it would be over soon, until sheof the blue from my sister saying the four kids
stopped at the hair cutters. She said that since Iwhom I had never met or known before were taken
cared so much about my hair and that I wouldn'taway from mom. Jeffery had turned them in for
wear the pigtails that she would have it cut off. Sheabuse. My jaw dropped down to the ground in
had my father take me in and say "cut it short" anddisbelief but more of relief. I immediately went to
then they left me there to get it cut. I cried in theAnnie's house and walked in and found the kids
chair the whole time and told the lady that mom wassleeping in the living room. I walked in and said "Hi, I
forcing this. She cried too and said she would try notam your sister Jennifer, boy I am glad to meet you
to cut it too much. My dad came back to pick me upguys!" Annie gave me a run down of what had
and he immediately looked at my hair and said "yourhappened. Much like myself at the very same age,
mother is going to be mad". I tensed because I knewJeffery had enough. He knew that I was
what was coming. I got home and no sooner did Iemancipated and made a legal adult at 17 and went
walk into the door that the bug eyes my mother isto his guidance counselor to see how he could do the
so famous for came out and she went straight forvery same thing. From there, the police were
my hair. She was so mad she ran over to me andinvolved and they took the four children from school
started pounding on my head and my back. Iand Annie took emergency custody of them. I spent
screamed in pain and disbelief and this went on for athat entire first day, just sitting with my brothers and
while. Then she got even more crazy, she made dadsister that I never knew and just talked. I found out
get the other two girls down from the room towho they were and allowed them to meet me and
watch what was about to happen to me. Momknow that I would be there for them. Over the
dragged me to the bathroom by my hair holding mycourse of the next few days, I became the
face up to the mirror and screaming profanities atpermanent home for Nick and Jeffery. Charlie was
me. She took me by the neck with her forearm anddiabetic and I could not care for him so he went to a
strung me up on the wall with my feet dangling. Shefoster home and Amber stayed with Annie. As you
had freakishly strong grips that you couldn't get outmight imagine, these weeks became utter nightmares
of and she made the girls watch as she terrorizedbeing brought to life all over again. Nick and Jeffery
me. I was screaming, the girls were screaming forwere thrown into a home with a sister they never
her to stop but she wouldn't. She pushed on mymet and I suddenly was responsible for four kids as
neck and put her face up to mine and simply yelleda single parent. My rules were strict and as the
at me "do you want me to kill you, do you want meemotions played out, Nick shut down on me. He left
to kill you now" and the only words that would comemy custody after a few short weeks and went to
out of my mouth was "yes, yes, yes just kill melive with Ted for a few months before moving to a
now and get it over with". She dropped me andpermanent foster home only a mile away from my
yelled at the girls to watch what would happen tohouse. Amber became too much for Annie and her
them if they ever disobeyed her and she took thefive children so she came to live with me and through
knife and started chopping off my hair to the scalp.a barrage of emotional rollercoaster's and a stint at
Just chopped and chopped in her fit of rage andElizabeth's house, Amber went to a loving foster
beating me to my knees. I drained of life in that veryhome, also just a couple of miles from my house.
moment. When she was done she sent us all to ourJeffery had a few rough spots but now lives in his
black prison cells of our rooms and the girls cried forown apartment after graduating High School and
me that night. I slumped down on the bottom bunk,loves it. As of today, the kids spend a lot of time at
curled to the fetal position and prayed to God that Imy house to give the foster parents a break and
wouldn't wake up.they are thriving beyond belief. We are hoping mom
September 15, 1987 - the day I left home and neveris held accountable for years to come so these last
looked back - After falling asleep in my locked blackthree can be given the best chance possible to
room in an endless pit of sorrow and despair, thesucceed.
time came to go to cleaning. I was to continue on27 July 2005 - Mom gets hard time - she is in prison
like nothing had happened. My dad called into mytonight! - Judge Dreyfuss was incredible, he not only
room to get up and get into the car to go to work. Iallowed every child to make their victim impact
hadn't seen my hair myself yet because I had nostatements, but said that it was critical as to the
access to mirrors after the assault. I felt my headcharacter of Linda Stephens and her propensity to
not sure if what happened was a dream or if it reallyabuse again and to take advantage of her children.
happened. I cried, I just kept crying. She took theEach child got up there and gave their statement;
one thing from me that I adored, my long beautifuleach child described how they are affected today
hair. I looked like a boy and to this day I can't bearbecause of what mom has put us through. Each child
to have short hair because of the memoriesspun their tale of manipulation, abuse and control that
associated with it. I sat in the car with my head onmom exuded over them and how they are affected
the window feeling lifeless and I had no ounce oftoday. Mom sat their stone faced without caring just
hope. I was done, I was finished, I wanted out ofstaring ahead with her jaw clenched.
my life. I continued on with cleaning, just workingThen the judge said his piece and then he sentenced
through my silent tears unable to look at my fathermom. He admonished her for her 35 years of
who allowed this to happen to me. How could he letmanipulation and stated that she was brilliant in her
this happen to his daughter? After cleaning myschemes and manipulations. He stated that prison can
mother made me wear a wedding type dress to higheither be a punishment or to protect society. Judge
school with my tattered hair. So there I was, 17Dreyfuss stated that he didn't feel she was
years old, tattered hair in a fancy dress, mostthreatening society but the threat she posed to her
assuredly used to distract from my head. Sheown children were too great to not recognize. Judge
slapped me a few more times when she saw theDreyfuss sentenced her to 3 years in prison with no
tears on my face and cut my hair so more, to evenpossibility of getting out early and then 8 years of
it out she said. I just stood there, emotionless, feelingextended supervision and probation. During those 8
dead to the world. I got dropped off in front ofyears she would have to get a fulltime job (which
school, tears in my eyes as I was stared at walkingshe has never had) and pay back the people she has
through the halls. I walked to my homeroom andstolen from. She will not be allowed to have a credit
then walked right past it. I didn't know where I wasdebit card, credit/debit card numbers, a computer,
going but I wasn't going to class like this. I hid in theinternet access or checking accounts due to the
sixth floor bathroom staring at my hair, I crawledextent of her fraud and financial crimes. The Judge
under the sink in the fetal position and just started tostated that she was to have no contact with the
cry. People came in and asked me what was wrong,minor children ever via any means until they reach
all I could say to them was, "go get Meg - I onlythe age of 18 (the youngest now is 13). She was
want Meg". Someone listened, someone got her. Toinstructed to have absolutely no contact with the
this day I don't know what I told her. I blocked soadult children in any fashion or form unless they
much of what happened. Someone gave me awanted that contact and requested it and on their
bandana to put on my head and she took me to theterms. This is so important to all of us who want
chapel in the basement. She stayed with me all day -nothing to do with her. Today was our closure.
she is my hero, she saved me. She brought in Father