Repressed memory, telepathy and other stuff that goes "bump" in the night
A few weeks ago we had a thread dealing with “repressed memory�?, which brought me back to unrepressed but forgotten memories of a whole rash of child abuse cases in California, Washington State, NJ some years ago. If I recall correctly, those cases involved day care providers implicated in child abuse and devil worshiping. The defendants were eventually vindicated, but not after having their lives thoroughly ruined. The consensus was that children were “led�? and encouraged by prosecutors and/or counselors into making up stories. Some people still believe that something did happen, children never lie, they may have vivid imaginations, but how can they come up with description of events they never experienced which seem to be consistent with other stories (such as satanic rituals). So were they actually “led�?, as in “provided with a script�?, or was there more to it? I think there was, and I will regale you with a couple of anecdotes from my own experience which got me thinking (bad idea, I know).
We moved to Wisconsin when Michael was a year-and-a-half old and not having any friends or family here, we never went out, and when we did, we shlepped him with--never trusted babysitters. One day, when Michael was about 3-years-old and misbehaving horribly, I announced that I’ve had enough, too much coddling doesn’t seem to get us anywhere, so I should follow advice of some friends and call on the services of the famed local babysitter (imaginary)–Frau Brunnhilda. Frau Brunnhilda was described as an old German lady who was very strict with her wards and her idea of entertainment was heavy-duty housecleaning. It seemed to work like a charm. The name was invoked only once, a few months later, with earth-shattering results: “No, no, no! No Brunnhilda!�?
Three years went by, by which time my mother moved into town. We were driving somewhere, with Michael in the back seat, when I mentioned to Pete how nice it is to have my mother around so we can go out for some adult entertainment sans Michael.
“Yeah,�? he piped in vehemently, “instead of leaving me with that horrible Brunnhilda�?.
“Yeah, like we ever did...�?
“YES, YOU DID!!!�?
“Oh, care to tell us about it?�?