Yesterday I saw the 12yo perp who continually molested a little girl. She was about 7 and a frnd of my daughter.
I was 7.5 and they were 12.
The story about this creep and Sarah greatly triggered me into the dam breaking, and my eventual melt-down into disclosure land. He's about 5 years older now, as am I, as is my daughter and Sarah.
His fam said he was registered as a S.O. and will never ever ever work around kids. He works at an insanely busy and mega supermarket. Sarah and her family were drummed out of the church for demanding results. HE and HIS fam were coddled and protected.
Sarah's parents were told to never mention it, and she'll just forget it ever happened. (like that?)
Well....I saw him....he walked right past me. He's now my hight, and nearly albino-blond....so you can't really miss him. He's bouncing through life and al this disaster is left in his path.
Its not right.
I investigated and found MY lead-perp. He leveraged his Boston College education into one fine career, tons-o-money, a second beach house...
gotta puke now
My fault? How's this my fault? [Dean Vernon Wormer, 1978]