Suffering childhood abuse, it’s a topic that is in the news every day. Especially now with all of the celebrities that are speaking out about the events that happened in their lives when they were first starting out. On social media, people are asking, “why wait 20, 25, or 30 years to talk about it?” It’s simple really. For most, it boils down to shame. For others, fear. I think, for celebrities, it would include their desire to continue to work in their chosen field. How do I know? I was abused for a period as a child. I don’t broadcast it from the roof tops, in fact, I rarely speak about it. When it happened, I disavowed anything happening to me at all. Talking about such a thing as a child is rarely done until the person is into adulthood and trying to figure out why their life is
This week, I learned the results of the latest Child and Protective Services (CPS) investigation. Because of allegations made by David, we believe he was attempting to manipulate the system to get to live where he wants rather than at home, there was a complaint made against me. The complaint said that I “was exploiting my son, that I threw him to the sidewalk, that I hugged him too much, as well as told him “I love you”, and that I was antagonizing him to provoke a response.” I wrote about it when I first learned of the investigation. Remember? There was an investigation before that regarding washing David’s mouth out with soap. Initially when the complaint in October came out, I met with a detective from the Sheriff’s office. From that meeting, I stated that I would change my son’s name to David for the purposes of this blog.
I dream of a time when we don’t have to worry about him as much as we do. Granted as a parent, part of us will always worry about our kids, but when you have a child like David, it is increased ten fold, a hundred fold. Today he came home from the mental health unit. We didn’t even get out of the hospital before he was starting with behavior. Playing with the elevator, not listening, moving things around that were on a shelf. You know, child like behavior, and in some cases behavior of typical teen. I get it, I do. But considering where we had just come from, one would think that he would be on his very best behavior. I made a quick stop to pick up a part, and instructed him to not touch anything while I was in the store. Came out to find he