Make-a-List Monday: Heavily pregnant girls and women

This list is of teenagers and adult women (and one preteen, sigh) who were in the last trimester of pregnancy when they disappeared. If it’s uncertain how far along they were, I’ve included them in the list provided the upper end of the time frame is within the final trimester.

You’ll note how foul play is suspected in many of these cases. The most common non-natural cause of death in pregnant women in the United States is homicide. Plus, if you’re that far along, it’s not really the best time to just walk (waddle?) away from everything.

  1. Karen Farmer Beard
  2. Holly Lynn Davis Calbaugh
  3. Vickie Carriere
  4. Guadalupe Barajas Castro
  5. Michelle Ngan Ho Chan
  6. Cynthia Dyann Coleman
  7. Jan Andre Cotta
  8. Erin M. Davis
  9. Ashley Marie Eiffert
  10. Jeanette Gomez Espeleta
  11. Angelina Joy Evans
  12. Samantha Jean Hopper
  13. Linda Ann House
  14. Shelia Diane Hughes
  15. Crystal Sue Hunt
  16. Amanda Kay Jones
  17. Amparo Lopez
  18. Celina Janette Mays
  19. Cecilia Elizabeth Newball
  20. Geraldine Ann Obregon-Gingles
  21. Ashley Marie Parlier
  22. Lucero Sarabia
  23. Sandra Ann Sollie
  24. Lindsay Marie Wells

Happy Halloween, everybody.

Select It Sunday: Matthew Pendergrast

Chosen by commenter Alpha75, Matthew David Pendergrast disappeared from Memphis, Tennessee on December 1, 2000. He was 23 years old and within weeks of graduating from Rhodes College when he dropped off the map.

From writings Matthew left behind when he disappeared, it looks like he might have had a nervous breakdown of some kind. Schizophrenia and bipolar disorder both usually develop in a person’s late teens or early twenties. However, the cops don’t seem to be buying into the mental illness theory and are focusing on possible foul play instead.

Disturbingly, Matthew’s journal said something about going into the water, and they found his vehicle and the clothes he’d been wearing near a swamp. Whatever happened to him, he was probably naked or nearly so.

I did find this long feature article about Matthew’s disappearance in Memphis Magazine.

Okay, all fixed

The Charley Project website is back and open for business again. I got an email from my host saying there’d been a DDoS attack and it took several hours to fix.

As for me, I might have finally gotten used to this medication adjustment that’s been kicking my butt. Yesterday my coordination was completely shot and I was afraid to drive anywhere and I had a very hard time even typing. Today all is well.

Okay, I am seriously confused

What’s going on with this NCMEC poster? Hailey Sandoval disappeared at the age of one year, yet she’s classified as a runaway. And the poster doesn’t even give the name of the city she disappeared from, only the state. That narrows it down to 163,696 square miles.


I checked and Hailey is on CDOJ with more information: she was taken by her mother, who was then sixteen years old. She disappeared from Lynwood.

Why the NCMEC didn’t put this crucial information on the poster is beyond me. Shrug. I checked to see if the mother is also listed in the NCMEC database; she is not.

My “Unfound” podcast interview

Although Ed Dentzel released the podcast on I think Tuesday, I didn’t mention it on my blog till today cause I wanted to listen to the whole thing. (Why that was, I don’t know; I’d heard the whole thing already, when I gave the interview in the first place.) Well, Michael and his parents and I listened to it all this afternoon and it turned out great. I wish I hadn’t talked so fast though. My apologies if people have trouble understanding me.

The entire podcast — the introduction, interview and after-interview statement — is 1 hour and 12 minutes long. And I would recommend you guys turn up your volumes a bit.

It’s on Podomatic and on Stitcher and on iTunes.

Flashback Friday: Edith Bonham

This week’s Flashback Friday case is Edith Irene Bonham, a 77-year-old woman missing since October 8, 1979. She disappeared from Monrovia, California, a mid-sized city in the San Gabriel Valley.

Like the last Flashback Friday case, a gentleman named Gary Wayne Dover, I don’t have much on Edith. In fact I have even less about her disappearance than I do about Gary’s. There’s no word if she had Alzheimer’s or dementia or any other health problems.

I ran her case through internet news archives and did find one 1980 article that said a “clairvoyant” claimed her body was buried in the desert. The article didn’t say much about the actual details of her disappearance, but there was a quote from the cops saying her disappearance was out of character and they didn’t think she was missing by choice.

If Edith was alive today she’d be 104. My guess is she died long ago. Like, 37 years ago.

I’m feeling very autistic today

I had mentioned on an entry two days ago about how I’m was still having problems adjusting to my medication change. Well, problems continue apace. I’m spending like sixteen hours a day asleep, and the other eight either half-asleep or wishing I was asleep. I’ve just gotta wait until I get used to it (again).

On a related note: I was formally diagnosed with autism in 2008, just after before I turned twenty-three, although several people in a position to know what they were talking about had suggested it before. I’ve improved a lot since then with the help of medication and therapy and so on, and some days it’s like I don’t have it — I can’t tell I have it, and other people can’t either.

But not all days. The last two days I’ve been feeling exceptionally autistic and I’m not sure why. The best I can guess is because I was off my medications last week. The very reason my psychiatrist increased that one medication that’s now making me tired is because he says it’s good for preventing meltdowns.

I posted something on my personal Facebook page about all this, and I thought I’d share (most of) it with you, for educational purposes. I’ve actually added a few details to this blog that weren’t on the FB post.

Although autism has become much more well-known over the last few decades and it’s by no means rare, a lot of people still don’t know much about it. So, some people might learn something from this entry. Anyway:

When I say I’m “feeling autistic” I mean this: I was diagnosed with high-functioning autism nine years ago. Some days other people, and me too, can barely notice that that there’s anything wrong. Not today. Not yesterday either.
I feel really autistic today, and last night too. Been stimming much of the time, unable to tolerate the slightest frustration, freaking out at noises, afraid to try anything, incredible anxiety, hyperventilating, etc.
I’ve had two meltdowns in two days. Fortunately I was alone both times. My meltdowns are incredibly embarrassing to me, especially if other people see them, even my nearest and dearest. I am incredibly ashamed of my behavior because I will act like a toddler: screaming, crying, throwing myself against walls, even throwing objects and, on rare occasions, doing harm to myself. It’s very concerning to people who don’t know what’s going on, and very annoying to people who do know what’s going on.
I genuinely cannot help myself. And afterwards it feels like a storm that passed through, or as if it happened to someone else and not me.
As far as I know are only three ways for laypersons to stop one of my meltdowns:
1. Fix whatever problem caused the meltdown in the first place. For example, a big meltdown trigger is when I can’t find something. If that something is found, I calm down quickly. Same with noise — a noise that’s loud enough and in the right pitch and lasts long enough will trigger a meltdown, but I will instantly relax once the noise stops.
2. Distract me with some totally unrelated thing. L. headed off the start of a meltdown in a restaurant once. They always begin very rapidly. and within like two minutes I was slamming myself back and forth between the booth and table, over and over, hyperventilating, barely able to talk and definitely unable to listen. And so L. deployed the unstoppable weapon of…cat pictures. I mean, one minute she was like “please calm down, people are staring at us, they might throw us out” and the next she whipped out her phone and showed me pictures of her cats and started talking about them, their names and the toys they played with and stuff. I stopped thinking about whatever it was that was upsetting me (I don’t even remember what it was) and relaxed and we began a conversation about cats. This was a great idea on L.’s part, very clever, all the more so as she had no prior experience with my meltdowns.
3. Ignore it and wait for the meltdown to burn itself out. This is better than saying “stop that” over and over, because I CAN’T stop and it just exacerbates the problem when someone keeps asking me to do something I cannot do. But the whole “waiting” thing isn’t that great an idea because, without intervention, these episodes can last an hour or more, and I can really hurt myself and/or damage property.
Autism sucks.

Ed Dentzel’s podcast with the interview for me has gone up. I’m reluctant to link to it on my blog, though, until I’ve listened to the whole thing. (Stupid, I know. It’s not like I don’t know what I said.) So far I’ve listened to about 45 minutes of it. I hope to finish tonight. It’s great so far, although it doesn’t tell much that longtime readers of this blog wouldn’t already know.

Suspicious vehicle update

On October 23, I posted a comment on my blog entry for October 22 saying I’d seen a suspicious vehicle parked along the interstate with a stain of something on the back, dripping from the trunk to the ground, that looked a lot like dried blood. It seriously creeped me out and though I knew there was probably an innocent explanation, I called 911 to report it.

Some people have asked me for updates on that. I didn’t expect to hear anything more about it, and in fact I didn’t hear anything, but yesterday I was on the interstate again and passed the same car parked in the same place. The trunk was closed this time around. And the dried whatever-it-was was clearly dark orange, not brownish-red as I’d thought before, and it looked much more like paint than blood.

When I saw the car the first time, the sun was setting and I was going westbound. The back end of the car was facing east, and was thus in shadow. The second time I saw it, it was broad daylight. Given the fading light, I can see why I got the color wrong at first.

So anyway, false alarm. I’m glad! (Though I do wonder why the car has been parked there for so long and hasn’t been towed. Shrug.)

Think before you email, people

Got an email from somebody I don’t know saying she had been a witness at the trial and a lot of stuff I said was “very wrong” and I need to get my facts straight. She was pretty ticked off about it.

She failed to mention which case, however. I’ve got 9,500 of them, approximately. If there was a trial, it’s probably a MWAB case, which narrows it down to 575 cases. *headdesk*

“It would help,” I wrote back, “if you told me which case you’re talking about.”