I am extremely nervous, but I hope that you all are willing to hear my story (my very short version of the story) with open minds. For years, I have yearned for a forum to talk about Todd! The surprise of finding a Facebook page in 2020 that talks about the misdeeds of this man brought me an infinite amount of joy that none of you will ever understand.

I am Jennifer Tribble, the only biological child of Todd Tribble. As a teenager, one day I woke up and the inordinate fear I felt by not telling the secrets what went on at Todd’s house were finally outweighing the fear of telling. My secret was that he had been sexually abusing me for as long as I can remember, from about 2 years of age. Oh the slew of detailed stories of sexual abuse by this man I can tell. Once I hit puberty, it quickly escalated to pornography. He owned a computer business at the time in Orangeburg, SC called Transworld Computers. There, he would take me, and alone with my father I was forced to do horrific things – and for the camera, to include the video camera. He even showed me explicit photographs of other young girls in an effort to normalize his behavior.

I encountered other abuse and saw abuse of his animals on a regular basis. If his beagles would not stop barking, he would shoot them with BB gun pellets. He scammed customers back in the 90’s, too. I have stories on top of stories. That is not why I am here though. I am here because for years I have suffered from CPTSD. I still have dreams of abuse and wake up in tears. I am 34 years old, I am married, I own two nice homes, I have 3 wonderful children of my own, but his abuse lives with me and always will. 

This obituary site is therapeutic for me. I have lived ashamed of my story all my life, but allowing you all to read this feels good - & God, I mean really good.

I feel certain that he has abused other children. I once called him out for having Fall Festivals for children on his farm. When I was still a teen, he dressed up as Santa Clause and drove a Harley to a KY Orphanage to deliver toys. Thanks to the influence his parents had in the city of jurisdiction, he was a free man. His bail was the lowest the detective on the case had seen, the PD allowed the newspaper to post headlines of my case an entire four days before a warrant was obtained and executed in order to gain legal possession of his computers & cameras – the only physical evidence of my sexual abuse (other than my testimony and the polygraph test that I passed. The criminal charges against Todd were finally dropped two years later when my mother had enough and thought I also had enough, we moved out of the state without word and that meant that the main witness had disappeared.

After Todd's death, I feel more at peace than I ever have in my entire life. Unfortunately, the heartache will live on as my father's girlfriend of two years is on a mission to decimate the only semblance of closure I have ever had an opportunity to achieve. Through my father's death, I aim to bring awareness to horrific abuses and to find peace within my soul. I found out on my 34th birthday that Todd was ill and in the hospital. I followed his health and spoke with his medical team daily. Once he was transferred to the ICU, I was in constant contact with not only the case manager, but also the ICU Director. I thank the hospital staff for their kindness and for keeping me informed so that I could make the trip to see my father and say what I needed to get off of my chest. 

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May every single sexual abuse victim of Reuel TODD Tribble find peace. In Jesus name! Amen. 

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