02/06/2026
This Popeye quote is me today. Between the chemical madness that is menopause and the insane state of our country. I cannot stand being quiet one second longer. This is the ugliest and meanest gov leadership I have ever seen. How are there redacted files that protect horrible and disgusting villains, why is ICE a thing, why are men in charge of anything? Gag.
I have rage bc I AM a survivor. I live every damn day in a body that doesn’t feel safe. I am 49 years old and wake up almost every morning in a protective fetal position bc terror takes a long stinkin’ time to go away. Most people don’t know my horrible story but I feel compelled to share it now.
I grew up extremely sheltered from the secular world and my family was heavily involved in the Church of God. I was also sexually abused by Randy M. Battle my Moms second husband who was in ACTIVE ministry the ENTIRE time. Randy told me I couldn’t tell my Mom bc she’d already been put through so much hurt by MY real Dad and it wouldn’t be right. Randy is a bully and had beaten me and my brother regularly since I was 3 so I was afraid of him. I was a scrawny little 11 year old CHILD. He made my life absolute hell. During the years of my torment we moved 8 times to different churches and I believe it was bc it wasn’t a secret what he was doing to me. When I was 13, Ron Stewart, the pastor of the church they worked at told My Mom to “not leave me alone with Randy” she says she thought it was a joke. It wasn’t a joke. Thanks Ron for your loving care and protection. Ass.
Randy tormented me until I moved away at 18. I finally told my mom when I was 21 bc I was starting to lose my mind. They were pastoring in Austin, Tx. Mom and I had to go to the State Office bc obviously we’d have to make big life changes. I was in shock, I told a secret that I’d held with such same for more than a decade. I was asked by the Overseer if I wanted to get the law involved. I said no. You know why? I was embarrassed. I was having to tell a strange man private things that I had JUST opened up about to my mom. I will regret that choice FOREVER, but what I find infuriating at this time in my life. It shouldn’t have been a fu***ng question. Randy M. Battle is his name. He lives free and clear in Florida with zero consequences. Randy is a bad man, a child molester, a CRIMINAL. He is a monster and the Leadership of the church should have had NO OTHER OPTION than to report him to the police and let the law handle it. Let me repeat if the church isn’t reporting abuse THEY ARE COMPLICIT!!!!!!!!!!!
But you know what happened? Randy got moved to another state and went through a “restoration process” with the church and he still stands behind a podium and will sing to the lord. Why does this happen, bc men protect men. The church protects men. It needs to keep women in particular quiet and afraid and ashamed bc that’s the only way they have any fu***ng control. The church prefers you to quietly pray for the change you want instead of taking action. Well, Randy told my mom he had a problem, at the very beginning. When I say problem he confessed to having a foot fe**sh for me and my Mom in her limited wisdom took it to the lord and prayed for him to be delivered. Did she ask me any questions? Did she check in years later when a pastor told her not to leave me alone with her husband? No, she just prayed and hid her head. It’s easier to look away when things are ugly.
I’m mad about it. I’m sad about it. It’s gross and dumb and we have to do better.
How do we take action? How to create change?? I don’t know. I like to think castrating the pedos and throwing their sorry asses in jail to rot would help.
Mostly I hope you tell your story. Name the villain who hurt you. Call them out. Shame them.
Tax the churches before they empty. They WILL empty bc the private and toxic club they’ve created can’t stand against goodness. People will wise up and realize the church game is unnecessary. Churches will wither as real communities of care evolve. God is in you.
Thank you for reading my words. I am grateful for the community of care I have and if you are suffering abuse I’m here for you. I’ll listen. I’ll hold your hand and walk into a police station with you. Life can be absolutely brutal, but surviving the awful does make the good stuff that much more precious.
Here’s to Hope. ❤️
