My Life in Ongoing Extreme Danger #6

My Life in Ongoing Extreme Danger #6

“You’re Mentally Ill”: Erasure in the Church Kitchen

This is Article 6 in my ongoing series documenting my life in ongoing threatening danger. What follows is not polished prose — it is an incident report. That’s what the system forces women like me to do: write our own reports, file our own evidence, document our own survival. This is both record and testimony.

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The Kitchen That Erases

I sleep on the porch of a church. In the mornings, a small kitchen inside opens to serve breakfast to the homeless. The program is run by Diane, who I believe truly means well. A couple of the people serving are kind to me; they see me.

And then there are the others.

This morning one of them confronted me in that kitchen. She said flat out: “You’re mentally ill. Get off the porch.”

I answered: I am not. The evidence of what happened to me is public; anyone who cares to look can find it. But she wasn’t interested. She wanted me erased.

Her nastiness isn’t a single line. It’s habit. I’m almost always the only unhoused person in that kitchen, and every morning she looks for ways to humiliate me. She scolded me for drinking coffee — “you shouldn’t be drinking that much coffee” — as if a cup is a crime. When I placed a plate with leftover food in the bussing bin because I couldn’t eat it, she launched into a lecture: I had to empty the plate fully into the garbage and that no one should be doing that except me. The tone wasn’t helpful; it was policing. Little bits of contempt dressed up as rules.

Then she said: “Get off that porch so some Black woman can be there.”

That was not compassion. That was white-skinism weaponized — patriarchy’s divide-and-conquer playbook, pitting women against each other so we never see the system doing the real violence.

I told her I have tried for years to reach my family and nothing gets through. She dangled a lifeline: “Oh, I know people who can help you find them.”

For a moment I felt hope. “That would be so great,” I said.

Then she snapped it back: “You do it yourself.”

This wasn’t mere nastiness. It was calculated humiliation — offering connection only to twist it into deeper isolation.

When I told her, I am fighting for women’s lives, she sneered: “No you’re not. Fight for yourself.”

Survival and solidarity are not separate. When women fight to exist, we fight for every woman who comes after us.

What should be a place of safety — a church kitchen — became another instrument of erasure. John and Stanley, two other staff, were present during this exchange.

A final detail: when I told John I was writing this article and asked for Genevieve’s email so I could send it to her, the violent man I reported previously reacted with a threat: “Oh, you think you’re investigating the church? Well, we’re going to investigate you.” That threat — petty, vindictive, and loud — shows how small cruelties escalate into menacing retaliation. It shows what we’re up against: not reason, not compassion, but intimidation.

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This Isn’t Just Her

People will tell you to “ignore her,” or treat it like a one-off. That’s how the system launders harm. But repeated, daily humiliation wears you down. It’s evidence, not noise.

The truth:

This kitchen is meant to feed the hungry.

Women like me are demeaned, micromanaged, and erased inside it.

That’s not an accident. It’s intentional: a system that protects abusers and punishes survivors.

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Evidence & Incident Report

Date: Sept 21, 2025

Location: Church porch & kitchen breakfast program

Incident:

Staff member: “You’re mentally ill. Get off the porch.”

Staff member: “Get off that porch so some Black woman can be there.”

Staff member scolded me for coffee consumption: “You shouldn’t be drinking that much coffee.”

Staff member policed bussing behavior — insisted I alone must empty my plate into the garbage before putting it in the bussing bin.

Staff member offered help contacting my family, then mocked me: “You do it yourself.”

Staff member sneered: “No you’re not [fighting for women]. Fight for yourself.”

Violent man (previously reported) threatened: “We’re going to investigate you.” after I asked John for Genevieve’s contact to send the article.

Witnesses:

None among service recipients (I am typically the only unhoused person receiving services).

Other staff present: John and Stanley.

Risks: Escalation of harassment, increased isolation, normalized erasure disguised as service.

Systemic reality: Even in places that claim to help, women are demeaned, silenced, and denied safety.

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On Charlie Kirk and Media Priorities

In the last two weeks the country watched a high-profile killing: conservative activist Charlie Kirk was shot and killed while speaking at a college event on Sept. 10, 2025, and his death has dominated cable and network news, drawing massive public attention and national debate.

I am not calling for violence and I do not celebrate anyone’s murder. But the media reaction — the rolling specials, the memorials, the political parrying — highlights a grotesque imbalance in what the public is told to care about. Videos of Kirk’s shooting spread widely and instantly; outlets poured resources into coverage and analysis.

Meanwhile, women are being erased and brutalized in ways that rarely make headlines: trafficking, rape, forced marriages, disappearances, systemic neglect. From my vantage: the murder of one high-profile man gets wall-to-wall attention; the daily slaughter and systemic abandonment of women continues almost entirely out of view. That disconnect matters. It shapes what policymakers notice, what resources are mobilized, and whose lives are treated as worth protecting.

If we are to take the country’s violence seriously, we must demand that the same urgency shown for a single public killing be applied to the ongoing slaughter, disappearance, and systematic abuse of women. Women’s lives matter — and right now, they are being ignored.

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Why This Matters

> This is not a broken system. It is the design.

I was kidnapped, forced into sex slavery, and tortured for two years in Camden, ME — probably because I built a multi-billion-dollar tech platform and was well on my way to making Bill Gates-level money. Law enforcement did nothing and continues to do nothing. Men, instead of competing with me or acknowledging the billion-dollar platform I built, annihilated me because I am a woman. That annihilation follows me everywhere.

This is why the state owes me $100 billion. This is why my ex-husband owes me $20 million. Instead of protection or restitution for what was stolen — my company, my safety, my future — I am left on a church porch, branded “mentally ill,” told to vanish, while my survival is mocked and denied.

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A Call for Collective Legal Reckoning

> “It is incredibly clear that men know what’s been happening to women, that our authorities and institutions — paid for by our tax dollars — are intentionally annihilating women. The evidence from my story and from social media shows this. Instead of women cowering and pretending this doesn’t happen, we need to file a massive, major class-action suit by all women against all men for this ongoing crime. One perspective on the patriarchy is that it is a massive criminal conspiracy perpetrated on women by men — we need to call that out and file suit.”

That raw demand is mine — blunt, furious, and truthful.

The actionable frame: We should file a major class-action suit demanding accountability for systemic harms against women: a consolidated legal action that targets the men and institutions complicit in trafficking, torture, cover-ups, and sustained denial of protection — and that compels the state and private actors to produce records, answer for negligence, and provide reparations. This is not a call to individual vengeance; it is a call to collective legal remedy.

If patriarchy functions as a criminal conspiracy to annihilate women, then the remedy must be collective — coordinated litigation, combined with public pressure and evidence-gathering — so survivors can force institutions and perpetrators into the light and win real restitution.

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Call to Action

Labeling women “mentally ill” is not care — it is erasure.

Divide-and-conquer cruelty keeps women fighting each other while the system remains intact.

Every shrug, every sneer, every withheld hand is complicity in the hidden Holocaust.

This is #6 in my series My Life in Ongoing Extreme Danger. I am alive tonight because luck — not protection — tilted my way.

Read earlier parts:

#1: My Life In Constant Danger

#2: My Life In Constant Danger 2

#3: Midnight on the Porch: One Wrong Turn and I’m Gone

#4: The Food Bank Predator

#5: The Church Porch Predator

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Resource / Evidence Box

Date: Sept 21, 2025

Location: Church porch + kitchen breakfast program

Direct quotes:

“You’re mentally ill. Get off the porch.”

“Get off that porch so some Black woman can be there.”

“You shouldn’t be drinking that much coffee.”

“No one should be doing that except you.” (re: scraping/emptying my plate before bussing)

“Oh, I know people who can help you find [your family].” … “You do it yourself.”

“No you’re not [fighting for women]. Fight for yourself.”

“We’re going to investigate you.” (threat from the violent man previously reported)

Key fact: I was kidnapped, forced into sex slavery, and tortured for two years in Camden, ME — probably because I built a multi-billion-dollar tech platform and was well on my way to making Bill Gates-level money. Law enforcement did nothing and continues to do nothing. Men annihilated me because I am a woman. That annihilation follows me everywhere.

Witnesses / Staff present: John and Stanley.

Themes: Mental illness weaponized as erasure; racial division used as control; false offers of help turned into humiliation; petty daily policing as punishment; annihilation of women innovators; legal accountability demanded.