Rough day at the office.
On the way out the door this evening, one of the guys cornered me. His daughter was molested by her cousin and he just found out. As a father myself, my friend was hurting badly. It hurt me to see his pain.
We talked for a while and I tried to give him some ideas on how to help his daughter. The shitbird can be dealt with later.
I need a drink.
That’s a tough position to be in, Dick. I was in a similar situation as his daughter, only it was the son of one of my mother’s best friends. I didn’t tell her or anyone else because I was too embarrassed. Just let her know she is loved. Be there for her so she knows not all males are evil. That’s really all he can do for her.
In the meantime, the shitbird’s balls need to be removed with a dull spoon.
The handelend of a dull spoon. The real question(s) are how old is the daughter and is this the first time it has happened or the first time she told someone?
Man, my day suddenly seems just fine.
This guy must think alot of you to talk about this. I hope things turn out as well as they can.
One thing to make sure of is that she knows it’s not her fault, in any way. A grown male relative did something to me when I was twelve. Not much, he just came and lay on top of me while I was in bed and stayed there for a while. The first time I told anyone I was well over forty. The worst part of the experience I remember was how utterly confusing it was to me back then: why did he do that? What should I do? What did I do wrong – because I was sure that I had done something wrong, that it would not have happened if I had known how to act. And that made me ashamed.