Looking to the counselor for reassurance, the girl exclaimed, “You said he was a bastard; tell her!” Let her know I’m not making this up! The counselor now in the presence of the alleged criminal and the girl’s mother lacked the strength to stand her ground, succumbing to doubt. She calmly turned and looked at the desperate girl and said, “I never called your step-father a bastard.” Followed by asking the girl if she realized the seriousness of not telling truth?
The sexual offender moved back into the home with the mother and daughter.
Disbelief weighed so heavily on the teen she began to question her own thoughts. She had spent years trying to block out the horror in her mind, a method of survival for severe post trauma. Now she was being accused of lying by her own mother and the social worker.
Instead of breaking, she became angry. Hostility grew from the crux of her shattered world, [the stepfather] a recurring trigger, an unjust reminder. Her exposing him brought out equivalent anger towards her. Especially since he knew he had been caught but suffered no consequence. His hostility and her vengeance made for constant contention and a violent situation.
She fought back, but it wasn’t always enough to keep the 6 foot 5 attacker from slinging her across the room by her hair in an outrage, physically marking her as her mother stuck her head further into the sand. The apparent violence, still not enough for the mother to realize she had made the wrong decision by bringing the Devil back into their home, tempering the fate of her only flesh and blood child, one of lifelong disadvantage if not death.
The teen became used to the aggression. Her grades dropped and her choices of friends were as poor as her mother’s taste in men.
Eventually the reckless lifestyle led to a series of misdemeanors involving the police. The repetition was enough for the County to intervene, and they found out enough. The girl was given the choice by court ruling to either go to a state girls’ home or live with another family member.
The only man she had ever trusted was her biological father who left her at the tender age of four. Even after the abandonment, she still missed him.
Given the opportunity to reunite with dad, she boarded a plane from Oklahoma City to Vermont, hoping to find acceptance -— a new start.
Her father tried to make up for lost time, giving her things she needed to find peace to heal and she began to do so. Varsity cheerleading, improved grades, close friends and a car were part of her new life. Along with 20 ft. snow drifts, nothing she had witnessed before, but change was good.
Without the negatives, she started her healing process and closed the part of her life that stifled her. She now had the right attitude because of those around her. Her father may have been reason for her misfortune but now he was trying to make up for it. Now at age 17, he was still the only man she trusted.
— Editor’s Note: This writing is based on true facts from a victim of sexual child abuse.