The Real Porsche Lynn Podcast: Trigger Warning: Porsche Lynn Speaks About Domestic Violence

So, uh, as I begin my discussion, many of you probably know a little bit about my story.

Um, I've been pretty frank over many, many years.

I'm 60-- I'm 64.

I'm gonna be 65 in February.

So at any rate, I've been pretty frank and open about my, um, uh, childhood, my exposure to domestic, uh, violence, and I would say my first memories came, um, somewhere in between the ages of three and four, and they were memories of pretty simple things.

Um, Mom and Dad yelling and screaming at each other, um, that, uh, escalating so that the, those dis- heated discussions became, uh, screaming and yelling.

Screaming and yelling usually was followed by flying pa- plates across the kitchen, uh, flying whiskey bottles, those kinda things.

And I will preface this by saying I had a very, very young mother.

My mother was 18 years old when she got pregnant with me.

Um, my father was 40 some at the time.

He was married to another woman, and he had five children with another woman.

So you can imagine in a small town, uh, that was a pretty hot topic of the day.

So this small town, um, uh, mentality, everybody knows everybody, everybody knows everybody's business, all of that kinda thing.

And like I say, my first memories of domestic violence were It always kind of start out simple with a, a argument, a heated discussion that seems to constantly escalate instead of deescalate, and usually to the point of objects being thrown around, that kind of thing.

Uh, I can remember my mother hitting my father with a frying pan.

I can definitely remember my father backhanding my mother a few times up against a wall.

So, um, those things are all domestic, uh, uh, abuse, domestic violence.

My sanctuary for a child when that type of thing was going on was under the bed.

Under the bed was a great hiding place.

It was a, um, it was a quiet place.

It was a dark place.

It was a protected space because, um, the bed frame, I was just, you know, at that size, I was just perfect to get underneath that bed frame and be protected by the bed.

Um, I was never, at least in any of my memories, I was never, um, the victim of the domestic abuse or violence at that time.

It was, uh, my memories were it was between my mother and my father.

Um, and, uh, this, this kinda escalated for about two, three years.

So, uh, as I begin my discussion, many of you probably know a little bit about my story.

Um, I've been pretty frank over many, many years.

I'm 60-- I'm 64.

I'm gonna be 65 in February.

So at any rate, I've been pretty frank and open about my, um, uh, childhood, my exposure to domestic, uh, violence, and I would say my first memories came, um, somewhere in between the ages of three and four, and they were memories of pretty simple things.

Um, Mom and Dad yelling and screaming at each other, um, that, uh, escalating so that the, those dis- heated discussions became, uh, screaming and yelling.

Screaming and yelling usually was followed by flying pa- plates across the kitchen, uh, flying whiskey bottles, those kinda things.

And I will preface this by saying I had a very, very young mother.

My mother was 18 years old when she got pregnant with me.

Um, my father was 40 some at the time.

He was married to another woman, and he had five children with another woman.

So you can imagine in a small town, uh, that was a pretty hot topic of the day.

So this small town, um, uh, mentality, everybody knows everybody, everybody knows everybody's business, all of that kinda thing.

And like I say, my first memories of domestic violence were It always kind of start out simple with a, a argument, a heated discussion that seems to constantly escalate instead of deescalate, and usually to the point of objects being thrown around, that kind of thing.

Uh, I can remember my mother hitting my father with a frying pan.

I can definitely remember my father backhanding my mother a few times up against a wall.

So, um, those things are all domestic, uh, uh, abuse, domestic violence.

My sanctuary for a child when that type of thing was going on was under the bed.

Under the bed was a great hiding place.

It was a, um, it was a quiet place.

It was a dark place.

It was a protected space because, um, the bed frame, I was just, you know, at that size, I was just perfect to get underneath that bed frame and be protected by the bed.

Um, I was never, at least in any of my memories, I was never, um, the victim of the domestic abuse or violence at that time.

It was, uh, my memories were it was between my mother and my father.

Um, and, uh, this, this kinda escalated for about two, three years.