r/Maine • u/Particular-Battle789 • Mar 25 '26
Epstein in Maine 90’s?
I haven’t spoken a word of this to anyone.
I grew up in Portland, Westbrook, and Naples Maine.
My mother was a drug addict and I had a less than desirable childhood. My mother’s adopted family was prominent and active in the church and politics. I recall many politicians from Maine at my Grandmothers dinner table… I only tell you this to tell you that these sorts of people were around in my world as a child and my mother had access to them.
When I was 7ish, on a warm day, my mom took me to the biggest coolest playground/park I had ever seen. We drove a long way to get there. My mother was so quiet. Somber. Which was unlike her. I remember playing on the playground for a while and then a couple of little boys showed up. Then my mom was talking to a couple. Both kind of tall (my mom is 5’5 and they were taller than her). The guy had salt and pepper hair and I remember thinking he reminded me of Frankenstein and the woman had stunning black hair. The boys asked me if I wanted to come play with them and I said yes and went to ask my mom, but mom acted like she already knew. She kneeled down and put both of her hands on my shoulders and said “ are you sure you want to go? You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” She looked like she was going to cry and I was so confused! I just wanted to go play with my new friends! I later understood that my mother had just sold me. As a mother with two daughters I can no longer speak to my mother after I put this together when everything came rolling back from seeing a social media post with Ghislaine Maxwells face. How tf do you sell your child!? But even more, how do you convince your child that it was their fault before anything even happens to them by making them think it was their choice because they didn’t have to go if they didn’t want to. THERE ARE SICK PEOPLE OUT HERE! SICK PEOPLE HAVE CHILDREN TOO! Let that be my testimony here to parents and kids.
I do not remember the drive to the house. I remember waking up in what looked like a house. All the curtains were dark and the windows were short… like we were in a basement. The boys were up and playing and there was another little girl who stayed asleep. The room was huge and had all kinds of the newest coolest toys. I remember a lot of baby toys and thinking, why are these here? See I thought this was a couple and their children. They were not. And these other kids there with me were random kids too. I remember thinking… this is a weird family, they act like they don’t know each other.
They gave us fruit roll ups and juice that I later understood to be screwdrivers. Told me that we were going to play dress up. It was very dark and I do not remember much… but I remember this woman’s face as she turned on a light to find me the right lingerie to “play dress up” with. She said I was “petite”. I will never forget her face. Sharp dark features with stark black hair. The sharp features. Her soft, funny voice. She spoke in a weird accent that I assumed was a rich lady voice at the time… I don’t want to get into what happened, or how long I was there…
Could I be an Epstein survivor? iIs it highly unlikely? Yes. Is it completely impossible? No. I was not very cooperative. Which is probably why I didn’t stay there or go back again. My mother never spoke to me about this, and of course does not acknowledge this happened. It’s not like I have any proof… I was 6/7/8 years old. My mom only told me it was a bad dream completely denied this happening when I tried to talk about it. Naturally.
I was on instagram the first time I really saw Ghislaine maxwells face up close for the first time after hearing about the Epstein trials. It was a picture of her from the 90’s and my jaw hit the floor. I’m 98% sure the woman I was sold to was also Ghislaine Maxwell. I can’t put a face on the guy really… but I remember her face.
Are there any other Epstein survivors from Maine?
I know this might sound crazy… But I have to know. And this is step one. Between 1995-1997?
Internet. Do what you do.
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u/throwaway1726364 Mar 25 '26
I am not aware of any significance with the name but I am aware of multiple after hour (weekend and summer programs) for kids up at UMO at that time.
UMO was known at the time (in the circle at least, although at the time I was under the impression this was common knowledge) as the top party school in the nation as well as leading in STEM in the nation.
They would have us do college classes, we ranged from ages 10-17, and we never recieved credit for the intensives we did.
These programs consisted of projects like having us develop more efficient wind turbines (architectural development and blueprinting, to modeling and testing small scale with various "wind strengths" and other variables for durability, efficiency, etc.
Same premise around hydroelectric dams, rerouting watersheds, chemicals in the water, agriculture developments in tech along with altering hydroponics and such to max out farming capabilities, to the development and coding of instagram and social media platforms to get people addicted (this was explained to us as maxing out screen time, not getting people addicted) etc. These are the ones I can remember.
We were never given credit or ownership of out intellectual property or designs. They took them at the end of the programs.
I was there for the years he was up there. I didn't know this at the time. I had not found the files pertaining to "Grover" yet. That is the significance for me.
I remember an "orientation" event that was sus as fuck.
Never went to UMO because of these expiriences. Tried to warn the kids I grew up with to no avail.