- Jul 30, 2011
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- Gunners & Steelers
It happened to me when I was 12. No details coz I’d rather not, but the echos...It wont be just Rod Owen suffering the poor guy,It has a massive flow on effect.My son was molested by his school teacher when he was 7 years old . This occurred during school hours.The guilt I live with is harrowing because I feel I should have picked up on what was going on. I failed to protect my son. It is along story but I will say this the education dept, are know better than the Catholic church with cover ups.When I thought soemthing was wrong I confronted the school 's principal and another senior teacher and I was told to "fook off and mind your own business"12 months later the sh*t hit the fan when it all come out with my son.The whole family was in turmoil with grief.His mum,his brothers also in Primary School it was the worst time of our lives.People say "why didnt you kill him" etc but its not how you think you have to try and keep your family together.
To see my son projectile vomiting at the mention of the school teachers name at the police sexual assault unit was an image that will live with me forever.
In some ways we were fortunate in that I had the whole family counselled on multiple occassions.The paedophile school teacher got 4 years jail.
My son is now 33 and married with a little tacker and doing really well.There is more to it but anyhow that was the gist of it.
Fooking sh*t it was, 26 years later it is still sh*t.
I always felt the lowest rung of the ladder so I put myself on stilts. Hung around with bad people and did bad things and got into huge trouble coz well it was better to give than receive.
My parents only found out a couple of years back when a good friend killed herself over something similar. I fell apart and for the first time told what happened.
Turned out that I should have talked about it before... but you feel so dirty. A million showers will never wash away the shame. It’s not the sex. Pffft I’m sure (sans kids) we’ve all done funky stuff. It’s the loss of self. That you have now lost the one thing you should have control over. That you are just meat. That’s not easy. That eats at you and I understand and have lived Rod’s life.
But like Rod I’ve found my happy place. Beautiful wife, two sorta non ******ed kids, nice house nice job sh*t football team.
Anyway anyone out there that has had that sh*t just yell... and keep yelling until someone listens. fu** the courts. Just find a friend so you can cry it out. Squeeze that ugly pimple, coz if you don’t you’ll do stupid things you’ll not understand looking for that moment before it happened.