SEXUALLY-SICK PEOPLE ARE ALL-AROUND US. THEY ARE PURE EVIL--DISGUISED AS HUMANS.
Allen and I shared the same last name—MILLER-- but we had nothing else in common. Allen's father was a bank president, he had an elegant and proper mother, and, his older sister, Jane,
was beautiful and smart until---a sudden attack of spinal meningitis left her forever-trapped in the mind of a eight year old.
When I began working part-time at Emmaus, Jane Miller--a
permanent resident—was one of my first clients. Emmaus, a home for adults with disabilities, was located on a small hill near the outskirts of St. Charles, Missouri. I write about Emmaus in my book because it was a horribly-depressing environment
and, in my opinion, the administrators and its board ignored the basic needs of its residents. Emmaus was located on a site once-called: The Insane Asylum. From my experience, nothing about the place had changed--except its name.
Jane’s attractiveness, nice clothes, and obvious manners set her apart from the other residents. After meeting her mother and her younger brother, Allen, and learned of their background-- I understood why.
Shortly after our meeting, Jane's mother became seriously ill. Allen, the only responsible family member left, placed his mother in an expensive assisted living facility where--after several
months-- she died.
Jane could walk, feed herself, and was able to use the bathroom alone, but, she needed help showering and with personal grooming. Jane seemed to identify with me
and, overtime--- the home’s supervisor---who considered Jane a spoiled and difficult brat---assigned me to work with Jane--exclusively. I enjoyed reading to Jane, taking her for short walks, sitting with her in church, and helping her with small chores.
What perplexed me was Jane’s inability to talk well-- to be understood.
And, I was beginning to feel uneasy about Jane’s brother. Since her mother’s death,
Jane kept repeating one name--“Allen”—again and again, day and night. Allen called her on the phone at least once, every day. Then, one day, it happened. And it continued to happen each time her brother called. Jane would pick
up the phone to talk with Allen and immediately, put her hand inside her pants.
From the beginning of my employment at Emmaus, I was told that, as an attendant, I was to ignore those
residents who insisted on masturbating in full view of others. Attendants could suggest a resident return to their room but---weren't allowed to interrupt their actions through physical-restraint or force. Attendants were instructed about the rights
of every resident and the fact that each resident could-- fundamentally-- do what they wanted—when they wanted---and where they wanted.
I had an underlying fear that Jane was
being sexually- abused by her brother so I spoke with Emmaus Supervisors and Administrators about my suspicions. I wrote, in detail, about Jane’s obsession with masturbating all day and night after spending almost every weekend with her brother. I also
wrote, in detail, about the afternoon Jane removed her clothes and got in bed with an elderly (black) male resident. In return, I was placed on two weeks suspension.
at Emmaus because I needed money. I worked there until the day I received my college degree in Communications, accepted China’s invitation to teach at their Broadcasting Institute--and immediately left America.
Years later, I was surprised to receive an email from Allen. He had retired from Banking and wondered where I was living. He mentioned Jane was still at Emmaus but continued to visit him on weekends.
Allen described how Jane often asked “Where’s Sally?” He wanted me to send my phone number so they could call me. His request seemed harmless- enough so I sent my phone number. Several nights
later, I heard from Allen. Apparently, he’d been drinking and wanted to talk. Jane wasn’t with him and soon, I learned the real reason for his call.
I listened as Allen
described how he undressed his sister, insisting she wear nothing on her weekend visits; how he showered with Jane, and carefully cleaned every part of her; how he'd taught Jane to “service” him each night so he could sleep like a baby and-- how
he experimented with her, using every sexual position imaginable. Allen finished his report of sexual dominance by announcing with pride, that he and his sister were lovers.
Allen graphically detailed how he repeatedly- raped his disabled sister until he reached complete gratification-- then hung up the phone.
The next day, I changed my phone number
and created a new email account.