Hello and welcome to my page. Here I will be discussing serious topics involving childhood abuse, conspiracy theories, mental health, physical health, and a lot more. It definitely falls under the moniker of true crime and deep dives into crazy town more than once, so don’t go into this thinking it’s a cute story that will be easily resolved.

I’m thirty-seven years old and have been trying to unravel this story for thirty-two years. I personally lived most of it on a one on one basis and still struggle with understanding the most basic parts of it.

In August of 1989, after a long drawn out custody battle with my mother, my grandparents picked me up for a trip to McDonald’s and we weren’t seen again for another 17 years. They had been drawn in by the hysteria of the Satanic Panic, and were convinced I was being abused by a cult. They reached out to a woman named Faye Yager, a household name in the late eighties and early nineties, famous for helping people abduct their kids who they suspected were being abused by their partner or family member with custody of the child.

She advised them on how to prepare to abduct me, and then assisted them in getting new identities and places to hide after we had left.

I grew up in this situation, knowing I was abducted and treating my grandparents as my parents. I (mostly) kept this secret to myself while growing up, and only returned back to Miami in 2006, after I turned 22, when my grandmother died.

In the course of this life I have experienced many things. I was on Geraldo at 5 and Dr. Phil at 21. I’ve been interviewed by the Los Angeles times and Telemundo. I had to meet with the FBI to get my identity back when I was 19. And much more.

I hated all of these experiences. The narrative of my life never belonged to me so being asked about it was terrible, because my words and stories were from others that told me what to say and how to say them. Sadly, I was raised in such a way that confrontation scared me to death and it was much easier for me to comply to what others wanted.

It wouldn’t be until both of my grandparents had passed and I had been married for a couple of years before I was finally feeling better enough to work on my self esteem and start standing up for myself, which I needed because my biological parents have not been easy to deal with.

I had expressed a fear to my parents before returning to Miami that I was going to end up alone and ignored by my family if I left all of my friends and support in California to move to a city I did not know and had no friends in, but they assured me that I was going to be ok.

This did not happen and I ended up homeless for a time.

Thus I learned very quickly not to trust my parents for anything. So when I was hit by a speeding truck while on my way to school one day, I knew to expect very little from them. And I wasn’t disappointed.

I ended up with spine damage, and was diagnosed with a congenital brain condition that eventually required brain surgery because it made me extremely ill. During surgery I began to hemorrhage and my heart temporarily stopped. They had to resuscitate me and give me two pints of blood. I spent five days in the hospital, and ended up having a bad reaction to the anesthesia.

I had a thirteen week recovery, and after that decided to go silent to see if my family would notice and attempt to contact me. They did not. It has stayed this way for four years.

During quarantine I was contacted by a producer from Story Syndicate about a documentary they were planning to do on Faye Yager, and they wanted to know if I would like to participate. At this point both my grandparents had passed and the only person left to tell my story was myself.

I did not jump at the chance. Grace and I spoke a lot over the course of months, and the more we spoke the more I came to trust her vision. By the time filming started, I was terrified but determined that this project should be made.

I faced a lot of things in those interviews, learned new things about myself I didn’t know and about my custody case I wish I could unlearn. But in the end I feel that the truth is better, even if it’s uncomfortable.

There’s more I can write about, and definitely more to say. I’m writing a book, which is also requiring me to sift through a massive amount of court paperwork from my custody hearing. It’s full of things a lot of people don’t want to hear and don’t want anyone to say out loud.

But I have nothing to lose, and I’m not scared anymore. No one is going to stop me from taking back my life.

If you want to check out the progress of my book and help get it edited and published, come check out my Patreon!