Very sad story. My abuse was over by about four years at the time this kid's happened. I remember when I was reporting what happened to me, the guy taking the report very kindly advised me not to get too caught up in the past events, to get on with life. That would have been 1985. I don't think he was trying to silence me, per se. I think he believed I would be better off if I would just forget it all, which I'm sure I would be. As everyone here knows, that's really not an option. But that was the message I took. I didn't talk about it again for almost 15 years, and there were plenty of moments along the way when I thought about ending it like this poor kid.
I'm really glad his parents and ex did this story. You see so many men telling their stories now, and I'm very glad they do, but sometimes I feel like it makes it look like abuse is somehow less destructive than it is. There they are, these survivors telling their sad stories, but they did survive. So, it puts a happy ending on it. But for so many, it's flat out impossible to go on living. There are two suicides (that I know of) among the victims of the guy who molested me. One was a very gifted businessman who flamed out spectacularly both professionally and personally and finally killed himself in his 40s. The other didn't make it past 25. Almost no one will ever know why.
I hope we're in a new era where stories like this are gone forever because people understand more now and better help is available, but I'll have to see it before I believe it.
Work like you don't need the money;
dance like no one is watching;
sing like no one is listening;
love like you've never been hurt;
and live life every day as if it were your last.