Walking Small - The Bonnie Forney Story

This is my autobiography. I went from incest and rape victim, resulting in multiple personalities, to becoming a person, and a musician.


Fascinating reading. Bonnie Forney tells the honest truth about her life. She tells of being an incest victim from her earliest memories on. She tells of finding love and thinking she had escaped, until she is raped on the job at the Isle of Capri Casino. She tells of her resulting personality split into six "others". She tells the tale of threats from the casino and the government agency the casino owns. She tells of her struggle to regain control of her life through music. A true tale told by a survivor!

- Amazon book reviewer -

 I have the book, very interesting reading. The determination for a young soul to remain sane and survive is amazing.

- Phyllis M -

Whether you are a professional, victim/patient or know a loved one afflicted with a dissociative disorder, this is an important read. Offers an intimate view of what goes on in the life of the of one afflicted, before and after. Details the challenges, the horrors and most importantly, the triumph that is possible. Great source of hope and understanding. One learns of the forces that lead up to multiple personality without self-pity, finger-pointing or blame. Honest and true. Important for the academic and the layman alike. BRILLIANT!

- Jeven - Amazon book reviewer -









Isle of Capri Casino security at work.

Fails to discover handgun before incident. 

Read about it at link.

Facebook post of Alcoholic employed as bartender at Isle of Capri.
Facebook post of Alcoholic employed as bartender at Isle of Capri.



September 22nd 2014

     Apparently The Isle of Capri could only protect him from rape charges, because word reaches us that the creep who raped Bonnie on her job at the Isle of Capri is dead. We are not sure of any details, only that he is officially dead. It doesn't leave any closure. Bonnie will have a split personality the rest of her live.

 The Isle of Capri Casino in Waterloo goes unpunished for their cover-up!

The Isle of Capri Hotel and Casino on premise swinging.

When I was six years old, I gave my first blowjob.
"It's a game", said He. "Don't you want to play?"
It was too big, and I threw up on him.
He said I'd do better the next time.

When I was seven years old, I watched a group of fellow second graders cheer as a boy in my class tried to kiss me. He hugged me from behind, giggling all the while.
I threw sand in his eyes, and was sent to the Principal.

When I was eight years old, I had an elderly teacher ask me to stay behind in class. He carried me on his shoulders, and called me pretty.
"Teacher's Pet!" my friends declared, the envy visible on their faces.
They ignored me at lunch that day.

When I was nine years old, an older girl on the school bus would ask me to lift my skirt up for her. She was pretty and kind, and told me that I could only be her friend if I did what she said.
I wanted to be her friend.

When I was ten years old, a relative demanded that he get a kiss on the cheek every time we met. He was large and loud, and I proceeded to hide under my bed whenever I learnt that he was visiting.
I was known as a rude child.

When I was eleven, my auto-man told me that we would only leave if I gave him a hug every day.
He smelled like cheap soap and cigarettes.

When I was twelve years old, I watched as a man on the street touched my mother's breast as he passed us. She slapped him amidst the shouts of onlookers telling her to calm down.
She didn't calm down.

When I was thirteen years old, I exited a restaurant only to see a man visibly masturbating as he walked towards me. As he passed, he winked lasciviously.
My friends and I shifted our gazes down, aghast.

When I was fourteen, a young man in an expensive car followed me home as I walked back from an evening class. I ignored his offer to give me a ride, and I panicked when he got out, only to buy me a box of chocolate that I refused. He parked at the end of my road, and didn't go away for an hour.
"It turns me on to see you so scared."

When I was fifteen, I was groped on a bus. It was with a heart full of shame that I confided in a friend, only to be met with his anger and disappointment that I had not shouted at the molester at the time when it happened. My soft protests of being afraid and alone were drowned out as he berated my inaction. To him, my passiveness and silence were the reasons why things like this continue to happen.
He did not wait for my response.

When I was sixteen, I discovered that Facebook had a section of inbox messages named 'others', which contained those mails received from strangers, automatically stored as spam. Curious, I opened it to find numerous messages from men I had never seen before. I was propositioned, called sexy, asked for nudes, and insulted.
Delete message.

When I was seventeen, I called for help as a drunken man tried to sexually harass me in a crowded street.
The people around me seemed to walk by quicker.

At eighteen, I was told that sexism doesn't exist in modern society.
I was told that harassment couldn't be as bad as us women make it out to be.
That I should watch what I wear.
Never mind you were six, never mind you were wearing pink pajamas.
That I should be louder.
But not too loud, a lady must be polite.
That I should always ask for help.
But stop overreacting, there's a difference.
That I should stay in at night, because it isn't safe.
You can't get harassed in broad daylight.
That I should always travel with no less than two boys with me.
You need to be protected.

That it can't be that hard to be a girl.

I am now nineteen years old.
I am now tired.

The Isle of Capri continues to threaten the victim!


Bonnie Forney's disability ha.s been ruled permanent! She will never get better or return to who she was.

The Isle of Capri Hotel and Casino denies any responsibility or involvement,

and continues to threaten the victim for attempting to report her on the job rape!