For most of my adult life I have worked in the airline industry. I am the single mother of a son who is on disability and I also care for my elderly father. I am active in my community involving both social and political issues. My abduction experiences span my 50+ year lifetime.

It has been a few years since my last conscious memory of something extraordinary happening in my life. I don?t claim to understand what has happened to me or why it has happened. I know that many prosaic explanations have been proposed and accepted by the mainstream. These explanations run the gamut from sleep paralysis and night terrors to psychosis and fame-seeking individuals, trying for their 15 minutes. Despite the fact that some reports may fit into these categories, a large number still defy explanation.

I have been asked many times if it's possible that I have imagined my experiences or if they are just the result of dreams or sleep disorders. I can understand why these questions are raised. Until you have experienced it yourself, it is difficult to imagine that these bizarre episodes may be real. If the only evidence was my memory of the encounter, I might agree; however, there are certain physical manifestations of the abduction phenomenon that cannot be ignored.

Since 1994, I have had a few instances of puncture-like bruises associated with a conscious abduction memory. These marks are consistently the same shape and size (round, nickel-sized) and there are always two such marks spaced approximately two inches apart. They have appeared on both my upper thigh and on my arm.

The first episode I have chosen to share still haunts me to this day. During the dark of night, I was awakened very suddenly from a sound sleep by the terrible, violent shaking of my bed and my body. My initial thought was that I was experiencing an earthquake, which I quickly rejected. I could not see anything, and I was unsure of whether it was the lack of light or if my eyes were closed. If it was the latter, I can only surmise that my fear was so great I was afraid to confront whatever was in front of me. I was laying on my right side with my legs extending straight out, perpendicularly, over the edge of the bed. Abruptly, I felt my body being pulled from the bed by my legs, some sort of unseen force in use. I don?t recall any sensation of another?s touch on my legs.

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