Five-year-old Allison is one of a group of children who are abused and subjected to horrible rituals at a perverse day care center, but with therapy and her parents' love she begins the healing process
This book is amazing. Not because the book is good, it's not. But rather it is amazing that this book even exists. It's like some crazy relic of the past. Though its ridiculous title might lead you to think otherwise, this book was written and published in 100% seriousness, and as a children's book no less. Which is confusing in its own right because it seems more directed at adults. I fail to see how a child could grasp the subtext of such a topic given the way it is presented, and if they did, it would only serve to terrify them and question why their parents would read this to them.
Simply put, this book is religious paranoia and spiritual propaganda meant to be funneled into the psyche of children. "Satanic ritual abuse" was a big scare in the 80's hyped up by the fearful religious but altogether unfounded.
But thanks to this book you'll learn that your child's daycare staff all worship the devil and how to recognize the signs of your children performing satanic rituals. Ya know, Basic Parenting 101 kinda stuff.
Satanist used to be everywhere in the late 80's to mid 90's, and they all seemed to have worked in daycare. While mom and dad toiled away at their shitty desk jobs, their children were being horrifically and ritualistically abused, what doubly sucked for them is that they were paying those same sickos at least 30% of their paycheck just to watch their little brats. Seriously daycare is expensive, or so I hear, I don't really know since I don't have children.
Anyway Mom and Dad just finished a long hard day of being degraded and over worked for little pay and they can't go straight home to slug back a few shots before climbing into bed. No, they still have to make one more stop to pick you up at that creepy daycare center. Mom and Dad are way too busy daydreaming about that shot of Jameson and all of the Budweisers that they're going to down once they get home to even notice that you're not acting right and babbling something about odd tasting juice. That evening during dinner you start refusing to eat your chicken so Mom starts henpecking you, which pisses off Dad. They start shouting at one another then Dad smashes your dinner plate to the floor and storms out of the room leaving your sobbing Mom to clean up the mess. Neither one of them notice that you're crying and shouting for Satan to "please take me away, oh Dark One! I am your faithful servant".
The following day when its time to pick you up, you tell your mother that "I just got married today to someone named Lucy Fur." Mother is too busy making arrangements with the cultists, oops I mean the daycare providers, to drop you off for the Midnight Halloween/Sandy's 6th birthday party that is to be held far far out in the country at the barn where crazy old man Langford "killed those people and skinned them for upholstery material." Nope nothing sounds odd or suspicious about that. After a long 7 months of suffering ritualistic abuse and torture and the brainwashings, finally someone's parents noticed something and turned all the bad people in. But your parents are really miffed because they both have to miss a day of work for the trial and Old Man Jenkins has really been riding Daddy's "ass something fierce, and I don't have time for this shit." But when its all over Mom and Dad tell you to never speak of it again and give you a nice kitty to play with, that you later sacrifice to the Dark One. Old habits die hard and the Dark One already has your soul.
On a serious note its difficult to take this book seriously when neither the author or the artist know which way a Satanic pentagram is to point. Satanists always have their pentagram pointing down to resemble the Scapegoat while the Wiccans have it in the Standing Man position. If Doris Sanford would have done her research not only would she have know this but she would have also known that the Satanic daycare stories were a bunch of bullshit and lies.
I'm kind of obsessed with this book right now. I did some research on Satanic Ritual Abuse and it's basically a moral panic that was at its height between 1980 and 1990. There's little proof that any of the allegations of Satanic cult abuse was actually true, and maybe that's why the book doesn't make any sense. I feel like the author read a half an article on Satanism and wrote the book.. black capes? Check! Pentagrams? Check! Black cats? Ohhhh yeah! The book makes no sense in such an uncomfortable and icky way.. I want to own this book I think??? Wow, so many confusing emotions.. Laughing, crying, being creeped out, annoyed..
I don't know whether to give this book zero stars or five stars. It's excellent- but only because it's so horrible.
Good ol' Doris was really a trendy writer of her time, jumping on the satanic ritual abuse scare of the 1980s. Unfortunately for Good Ol' Doris, this is a really poorly written book with awful illustrations. Even if satanic ritual abuse had happened in daycares across the country (spoiler: it did not), you'd be better off reading nothing at all than reading this book.
I can't help but love this horrible, horrible book though. From the dead-eyed teacher who stares straight ahead into your very soul, to the "magic surgery" that puts a monster inside of poor little satanically abused Allison, to the all-caps MOVIE STAR ROOM, it is engrossing in its INSANE ridiculousness.
What the fk?? Spawned from the Satanic Panic era, when every daycare was rumored to be run by cultists straight out of Rosemary's Baby. Part of the Hurts of Childhood series. No. Just...no. Creepy parents and children, uber creepy storyline, preschool teachers who look like 90s versions of the Manson family (one teacher is pregnant, furthering the Rosemary's Baby theme). As I said: no...no...no.
The Satanic panic of the 80s certainly did generate some conversation worthy kid lit. This book is an absolute mess. Why'd it get four stars then? Well, because it is still available in some public libraries so you should probably read it for a giggle before it goes away.
Part of me wants to give this book five stars because it is so bad that it is incredibly entertaining. I lived through the 80s/90s scare but was too young to understand what people were going on about. Now, decades later, I look back with a "huh, glad this panic didn't lead to killing a bunch of women." I think it is the satanic ritual paranoia that fed some of the "repressed" memory craze.
Anyway, the artwork isn't half bad as far as delusion based illustration is concerned.
"Satanic ritual abuse put hair on my chest and made me the stalwart bulwark of self-reliance and dark sexual potency that I am today. Today's generation is much too coddled. In my day, we'd bury ourselves in the midnight embrace of the Prince of Lies, and we liked it! This book is the perfect manual for explaining this."
Don’t Make Me Go Back, Mommy is a direct response to the McMartin pre-school case. It even brings up the game “naked movie star.” (The key, or should I say “Kee,” therapist involved with the McMartin case, took a slightly bawdy rope skipping chant and turned it into a tacit admission of kiddie porn involvement – “What you say is what you are, you’re a naked movie star!” Our weird chant when I was a kid was a vulgar variation of the song “Tah rah rah boom dee-ay.” We all had them but, again, it shows a lot about the mentality of the professional adult who immediately believes such silly rhymes mean kids are being gang raped.)
The story is pretty basic – little girl gets Satanically abused at her day care, she tells her parents, who work hard to help her recover, and assure her that God was really sad she was abused.
This is an extremely small snippet from a very caustic discussion about this book. Should you be interested in the rest, which involves scene the squeamish may want to avoid, you can find it here: https://www.oddthingsconsidered.com/p...
This book is from 1990 during the heart of the “Satanic Panic”. This book is how to talk to a child who was abused in satanic rituals at day care. This book may have been considered fine at the time, but there is no way this would be reprinted today. First off we deal with children’s trauma in different ways now than they did 30 years ago, plus, while there was a day care doing satanic rituals with their wards, it was nowhere enough to need a book.
I stumbled upon this book in the storage room of an elementary school during after school care, of all places. I was an impressionable child, maybe 7 or 8, and this book messed me up! It really freaked me out and I can still recall parts of this book 25 years later. Creepy and not a book I would ever let my kids read!!
NO ME HAGAS VOLVER MAMÁ es un libro para todos los amantes del terror y el ocultismo. Literatura satánica infantil terrorifica, estremecedora, dolorosa, con un final que te deja con un nudo en la garganta. En verdad el libro es brutal.
This book is so bizarre, I could not decide whether to rate it 1 star because it was so absurd, or to rate it 5 stars for the same reason. So... 3/5, makes me want to join a cult.
This book was ostensibly written to help children who have experienced Satanic Ritual Abuse to heal from the trauma in a way they can understand. It contains creepy, lurid illustrations of small children being tricked and gaslighted at school, surrounded by adults with robes and candles, being asked to pose like movie stars for obscene photographs, etc. Doris Sanford has written other similar books, all out of sincere compassion for children's psychological well-being. Ritual abuse stories from the '80s and '90s are like the ghosts of a hideous alternate universe that no one wants to think about or remember, but which continue to surface like bad dreams, and this book remains one of the more shocking traces. When I saw some the illustrations I had to have it, so now it's part of my personal collection. Indescribably weird, and a true collector's item.