OKAY, Here goes nothing! Fair warning...this is mostly a rant with some opinions of mine & facts thrown in!

Wilma June Nissen was my mother. She was my biological mother,  I never got to meet her. I searched for her since I found out her name! I would call people in the phone book that matched her name, I had popular daytime talk shows looking for her, I tried to find her in any way I could.  Things were harder back then, in the pre internet age.

I had a fantasy of finding her & building a relationship.  Not as my mother figure, but a relationship none the less. I NEVER in a million years would have guessed that she was a murder victim, a Jane Doe over 1,000 miles away!

Her final foster family fostered me,  then later on adopted me. As much as I begged to know about my bio mom, they refused to tell me anything.

I found more out about my mom after her remains were identified than I did in my 28 years of life! I found out that we had so many things on common! Both good & bad traits.

I found out that my adoptive parents were dishonest with me. I was always told they had her for most of her life, but the truth is that she only lived with them for a couple of years.  I doubt I will ever forget the day I  was in 8th grade & had a parent / teacher meeting where my adopted dad told the teacher & principal that my mom was retarded & he thought I was too. Thats thec1st thing I learned about my mom.

I hated school, so I ditched a lot of it & my grades reflected that. My poor mom never went to school until she was age 10.

Her schooling was through the foster system in the 1960s & 1970s. She only graduated 9th grade. My adoptive parents couldn't handle a rebellious teen, so at age 15, I was made a ward of the court ( put in the system ). In the 3 years I was in the Orange County System... I bounced from group home, to facility, to juvenile hall ( no charges, just someplace to put me until an opening came about ), even an IMO abusive drug rehab. Mind you, I hadn't touched a drug in 2 years...

That was in the mid 1990s.  I was used as a guinea pig for around 12, maybe more psych meds & the schools that I can remember while being heavily medicated consisted of kids between the ages of 12 - 17 in a room or trailer on the property all being taught the same thing. Yeah, my education was atrocious.  That being said, can you imaging what kind of education my mom had???  In the 1960s & 70's as a ward of the court & being labeled "retarted"?

Wilma June Nissen did always keep in touch with the families she had. Her 1st foster family was wonderful!

But, CPS took my mom & thectwins the Holte family was fostering away because the foster mother developed severe rheumatoid arthritis.  They were heartbroken,  but CPS gave them no choice.

When my mom turned 18, I was told she went for a walk & didn't come back. I believe this to be false. If she went for a walk at 18, how did I end up with the Haas family when she was 22???

Wilma never had stability or love for any length of time,  & I can say with absolute certainty that she was not taught that there are bad men that will pervert the word love.  When Wilma was 18 or 19, she married her first husband....almost immediately she started getting arrested for prostitution. I've seen a more recent-ish newspaper article stating that her first husband had a record for drugs, robery, & pandering. She wanted love & a family,  instead she got a pimp.

I know, I'm rambling...

By the age of 22, she'd had 3 children. 

I was the last, born in August of 1977.

Her horrifically brutal murder is estimated to have taken place about a year after my birth.

Her last known whereabouts were in Atlanta, Georgia  with Charles Inman Belt in February of 1978. They stayed at Belts mothers home. Wilma vanished after roughly 2 weeks. I believe in every fiber of my being that she was coerced or trafficked to Sioux Falls,  South Dakota.  Think about it,  she had no car, barely any belongings, & ended up murdered over 1,000 miles away a few months later! The main suspects ( not that le is open with me) are both women that worked for an escort service that my mom ended up working for. It is VERY common for working girls to "introduce girls to their boyfriend aka pimp". It's stealth trafficking,  pure & simple.

Law Enforcement is less than enthusiastic about solving my moms case.  I've heard it all! The case is too old, she lived / chose a dangerous lifestyle,  there's too many missing details, etc.... I call total BULLSH!T!!!

I am her daughter, the fight for justice is the hardest thing i have ever faced!

I will fight for my mom no matter who it pisses off & I will fight for her until my dying breath!

if you have any information or know my mom in any way, please contact me! I will keep our conversation 100% confidential unless you give me your permission in writing or recording!

If you have a murdered loved one & are going through the pain of a cold case & would like to share their case here, please leave a comment & I will contact you to share their case! 

sorry I don't know how to navigate this whole website thing yet!

Last but not least, as painful as it is.... NEVER GIVE UP HOPE!   NEVER STOP TRYING!

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING MY RANT!