Cries fall on deaf ears


Shane Allen

By age twelve she had been tormented in ways most can’t imagine. Her bitter experiences overshadowed any accomplishments of learning, prospering or feeling self-worth. The abuse shut her down emotionally and began to interfere with her learning and social skills. She was desperate, vulnerable, and mentally in a deep dark place, feeling robbed of her youth and innocence. At this point, she would either succumb to her misfortune or channel her anger in defense. She chose fight.

Growing older and wiser, she soon found friends to go home with rather than her home where the pedophile lurked. Her mom unsuspecting of anything, worked late every night. The girl began to realize her chances of escaping his abuse were far better when mom was home, so she made a practice of being late herself. The frustrated criminal complained about the girl’s absence with no recourse. His foul intent eroded the more she separated herself.

New friends exposed normal family settings, opening her eyes to sane, commonsensical life. She grew stronger and more confident, all the time, disconnecting from the shameful life that had been her own. Things were improving, yet something had to give, and it did.

Next was a pivotal occurrence that would change things forever. One night, mom arrived home early and called the girl home for a lecture. With aggravation, mom asked what her problem was and why she was away so much. The girl replied, “Because he has been doing horrible things to me which I know are wrong and I don’t like him.” She continued in explicit detail.

The mother, startled with amazement, immediately went on the defense while the man sat speechless in the corner. Mom demanded that she stop, but the girl would not accept that, she let go with more grievance. She became more adamant and began to direct her questioning to the step-father who stood silently, broken down with shame, only because he had been caught.

Now exposed, he chose to weep in sorrow before fully admitting his guilt in front of the girl and her mother. Out of despair, he packed his bags and walked out the door. The self-righteous, creep, somehow managed to walk right out.

Family counseling soon followed with no police report filed. The counselor met with the girl and reinforced that she was not at fault but rather a victim of circumstance. She told her that the step-father was a [bastard] for what he had done, siding with the girl, gaining her confidence that she could be trusted. The broken girl desperate for help accepted the counselor and trusted her. This would soon turn out to be a mistake.

Following the individual session, the entire family met for group therapy, including the unscathed molester. The girl was nauseous the step-father was in the same room, mother knowing that he sexually abused her for years. The hostility she kept made it impossible to hold back the hate and distrust within. It was her time to be heard.

– Editor’s Note:  This writing is based on true facts from a victim of sexual child abuse.

Images courtesy of Staff | Murray Media Publishing

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