July Magazine 2012

"But mom! No! This is overnight! You don't know what he did to me!"

I pushed my mom out of the room and called the Crimes Victims' Centre.

I talked to a woman named H, she was very nice. She calmed me down. I told her what was going on, I told her everything that I told the guidance counsellor back in sixth grade‌ and then I told her one more thing. I had been hiding it because I knew that it was wrong; I knew that if M found out that I told anyone, he might kill me.

"That's not all he did to me, though." "It's not? What else did he do?"

"Well, I was at his house for the weekend a few years ago, right before I went into sixth grade. He came into my room in the middle of the night.

He thought I was sleeping..."

That's all I'll put here, It's getting hard to type. What I explained to H was how M had molested me in August of 2008. His behaviour the next morning had led me to believe that he had done it more than once, though. He came into my room, said "daddy came in to give you a kiss last night, do you remember?" I said "no," he said "good," and he walked out of my room. The strange thing is, though, is that he would say that every morning.

After I talked to H, she asked to speak to my mom. I walked out of my room, gave my cell phone to my mom, and then fell asleep. The anxiety attack had worn me out. Later that month, we went to the police station so the police could take my statement about the molestation. The officer took me into a room, turned on a camera and a microphone, and had two other people sitting in the room "just in case." She took my statement, and later that week I went to St. Christopher's hospital to get a physical exam.

The doctor said that there was definitely damage done to my body, and with that she concluded that what I said happened to me was true. Despite this, the police closed the case, saying that is was "unfounded." I had talked to many therapists after this, some even court appointed.

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