At the news that Joe
Wilson died, I was concerned that Valerie Plame would falter in her New Mexico Congressional
campaign, then read here that he
was now her ex husband.
I identify with Valerie
Plame in two weird ways. One, she's the woman I would have been if I hadn’t been
so screwed up, a sentiment I have often now in my seventies. The second connection I have with Plame is I was once almost recruited into the CIA but was rejected bk of what happened to me at the hands of a pedophile priest. Ah what a small world.
My generation of women
was not encouraged to go onto higher education unless we were really exceptional
or really rich with unusually progressive parents. To me, planning for college in the 1960s would
have kept me outside of the popular crowd in high school, to which I didn't belong
anyway. Still I know that if I been born
twenty, even ten years later, I’d have studied the sciences or planned for
college and become a lawyer, even an astronaut.
Instead I became a journalist
for NASA with the title “Public Information Specialist” writing news for the space program in the late 1970s at LBJ Space Center in Houston. That's where my identification with Valerie
Plame comes in.
Because at one point the
CIA recruited me, then rejected me.
I was rejected from the
CIA because of my sexual problems.
More than a decade
later I realized being molested by a priest at age five was the root of those
sexual problems. But in 1980, I had not
made that connection.
Honest. In about 1980 I was talking to guys in the CIA
about working for them, then Their Behavioral Profilers identified that I had a
sexual problem that would make me “unreliable. ” I knew something weird had happened
when I was around age five with Father Horne but did not remember enough
details to realize it was a cause of my weird sexuality. I thought I just had more sex than most people
because I had some special spiritual sex thing that I shared with men and all
those women who hated me for it were secretly jealous of me for all the guys I’d
been with.
Sigh. It's hard to
admit I was so screwed up, but I made it to seventy one and could have
twenty-thirty more years now to make up for it. Slowly.
The CIA guys said,
their rejecting me for sexual problems had nothing to do with how I act on one
date or another. They identified an
issue, a sexual problem that showed a psychiatric incident in childhood
perhaps, something that created a compulsion.
I don't remember all the words they said to me, I just remember how disappointed
I was and how confused. Because at that
point I had not connected being molested at age five by Father Horne-y with how
really confused I was about sex and how much that sexual compulsion affected my
life.
I remember the incident
dimly now. It was when I was 31 at the oldest,
1979 or so working in the Newsroom at NASA Houston (713 483 5111 call them and
confirm it). I was amazingly hot in those days, still have the same hair as her only now it's white, and I'm shorter, and I liked the extra power and sex looking good got me..
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Had that same sassy attitude
and I worked out and jogged and
pretended I was training with the astronauts, so at that time I could tuck a blouse
in a size six skirt and look good. The men
who were “recruiting” me for CIA were with a public relations firm in downtown
Houston, a sub contractor to Hill and Knowlton and I've since seen the name of that
PR firm a few times in stories that concerned intelligence ops in D.C., but I cannot
for the life of me remember its name.
I thought I was going on
to a new exciting career, or maybe occasional assignments. I thought I was about
to become part of the Intelligence Community that today is being hounded by
Trump so for the first time in my life I'm glad I wasn’t.
Instead I was
confronted for one of the first times with the reality of my skewed sexuality, that
everyone in the world did not want to live the promiscuous life I was living; indeed,
if I met someone today who lives like I lived then, I’d know they must have
been been molested as a child.
Life goes on.
Links in this story:
https://www.post-gazette.com/news/obituaries/2019/09/28/Joe-Wilson-Skeptic-on-Iraq-War-intelligence-ex-husband-of-Valerie-Plame/stories/201909290125
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICW-dGD1M18
-Kay Ebeling
(Also posted today at City of Angels 12)
http://cityofangels12.blogspot.com