My Name is Bobbi Stout. I was born in the late 50’s in LA California. After a metaphysical event, I drowned as a child, my life was completely altered. I still am not sure if that event has anything to do with my experiences, but I will list them here. It started when I was very young, around 4 or 5. I would wake, essentially, in odd parts of my home not knowing how I got there. The electrical system seemed to be effected because I would try to turn on lights, but to no avail. Everyone else in the house was completely unaware, like they were in a drugged sleep. I had unexplained sores on my body and became overly anxious. I had no memory of what was occurring, except of bright white light. This went on cyclically through out my life, between every 7 to 9 years, the distance becoming greater as I aged. My memories were triggered by accident when I was reading a book when I was around 28, about alien encounters…threw me in to a panic attack. After that, I started to remember things. I saw your classic grays, small, big dark eyes, sometimes clothed, often not. The grays were like worker bees or ants. The grays were led by a tall, very insect looking being who seemed to be in charge and was directing was was going on. I had no fear, I believe I was so used to them that I willing went with them. My partners were never taken or even aware of them entering our room, I even kicked an ex one time to wake him, but no response, that drugged like state again. I have moved many, many times in my life, but they always found me. I believe they gave me knowledge, everything in came easy for me, like I just “Knew.” One message that always stayed with me is that “ We are their children.” There was never vocal communication, only through the mind. I was never really told what they wanted or what they were doing with me. After I reached menopause, the visits stopped.