Keith Alan Snyder is a predator.
This was never a "he said, she said". This has always been a "he says" in his own words kind of rape confession. And probably why it is so difficult for me to understand how anyone who has heard this recording can look the other way. I don't feel like the video needs any explanation. … Continue reading He said…
I'm doing my thing. I'm trying to figure it all out, put the pieces of the puzzle in some order, trying to lay them all out, a cards on the table kinda thing. That thing, that's the thing I'm doing. I went back. I didn't want to. I've spent almost the entire majority of my … Continue reading Pure
It's hard to write my thoughts and feelings now. If I make the decision to write I have to remind myself that every word is poured over and scrutinized. They are looking to distort every single word. And it's interesting writing when you have knowledge of nefarious intentions with the content you share. I'm always … Continue reading Mountains.
I wish you knew how hard it was to wake up every morning. How hard it is to face each day wondering what new fuckery will unpack itself on my doorstep...wondering what new threat, new complication, new request or obligation is waiting in the wings. Most mornings I just want to stay in bed, pull … Continue reading What I wish you knew…
A long, yet very necessary post. Please read, please share. Imagine for a moment that you are violently car jacked while waiting at a traffic light... What's the first thing you would likely do? Call 911 right? Imagine if when the responding officer got there, he asked you what you were wearing when you got … Continue reading Sexual assault or carjacking?
the nightmare is real. No one tells you how to prepare for the anniversary of your rape. It's not one of those milestones anyone ever wants as a part of their life. I have had three hundred and sixty-two days to think, reflect, remember and try to forget. My heart so heavy I can't explain … Continue reading Until you don’t…
Today marks the five year anniversary of my accident. Five years ago today I was a pedestrian, hit by a full sized pick-up truck. That accident left me fractured, battered, bruised and scarred for life in more ways than one. And normally today would bring a lot of reflection for a lot of different reasons, … Continue reading Pride.
I wasn't going to do this but I feel it is an important societal narrative. I recently wrote to the establishment Whiskey Beach Pub in Satellite Beach because my rapist frequents that establishment on Thursday nights for trivia. It was brought to my attention that he has targeted women from this establishment in the past … Continue reading Whiskey Beach Pub #metoo
I wrestled with posting this. I did. It shows a very ugly side of me, the angry side of surviving rape. I wasn't sure if my anger was misdirected or if it was legitimate anger at the individuals involved. I have actually stopped and started this post several times over in the last 2 weeks. … Continue reading Watching two women fighting over your rapist like… whiskey tango foxtrot! How is this life right now??