This is not an easy thing to talk about but due to certain events recently I feel I am able to share this with you guys.
I cut short my "bugout" and returned to London for this.
It all goes back to 1972. I was a battered child and was taken out of the care of my parents and made what was then called a 'ward of court' under a section 1 care order. This meant I was taken into protective custody of my local social services.
I was sent to a place far away from my home to a residential school with 48 boys that were also under the care of the social services.
I was supposed to be under their care! But what a lie that would turn out to be.
I was at the time just 8 years old.
Within a few days I became the interest of the senior housemaster who was also the deputy headmaster. Unfortunately it was not the interest of a caring man who was only interested in my well being, no, no. This person turned out to be a sexual predator who had a liking for little boys!
I was seriously sexually abused by him for the next 4 years until the day I left at the age of 12! I was abused on a regular basis sometimes me alone sometimes with other boys!
On 2 occasions I reported this matter at the time. Once to the headmaster who subsequently gave me a sever beating for as he put it "seeking attention and telling wicked lies"! The second time I reported the abuse was to the social services, who did not believe anything I said and dismissed the report in an instant! The only thing they did was to make a record of my lies.
Late last year a complaint was made to the police about this pervert and an investigation was started.During that investigation my name came up along with the report of my lies that was held by social services. So the police started to try and find me. I was not that easy to find and it took them almost a year to get an e-mail address for me.
So not so long ago I get this e-mail from the police asking me to contact them as a matter of urgency. I did not immediately contact them as I thought it was some bulllshit scam or the like. But eventually I did reply that e-mail and opened a nightmare that I have been trying to put behind me for the best part of 40 years!
I came back to London in order to meet with the police and give my statement to them. Not an easy thing to do. After giving them my statement I thought that would be it. But no, they questioned me about everything. They wanted to know all the details exactly. Shite, I had to relive that abuse down to the last detail! Well the interviews with the police went on for a couple of days and finally I was done. The experience has left me scarred and mentally not well!
The police have a trial date set for March of next year which means I am gonna be going through hell mentally at least till then!
There was a trial before in may of this year but that resulted in a 'hung jury'. Now there will be this new trial with me as the key to it all and the police say they are sure of a conviction this time round. I for one bloody well hope so.
Well that's what I have had happen to me and what I am going through right now. Octo has been given a link to the case from me but I can not put that here at this time. I will once the trial has been completed give you a link to the case.
What I do ask is that if you can please send me some good vibes or whatever to hep me through this as I am not well mentally from this, the stress is a biatch!
Life is like a penny, you can spend it on what you like, but you can ONLY spend it once.