The boy was a friend of my son. He was troubled, with no father at home. His mother put him into sports hoping that the fatherly influence of coaches would be good role models. I didn’t know his baseball coach, but I told his mom about what he had confided in me. I guess she never did anything with it. Then when the boys were going to college, he came out as gay. I watched him grow up from a toddler through middle school to high school. I never once, not once, thought he was gay, effeminate, or anything of the sort. He was a troubled young man though, and my husband and I did what we could to be positive role models in his life. I told him when he confided in me that what his coach did with him was wrong. That’s why I went to his mother, and we shared a good cry. Part of me wonders if it was my responsibility to call the police myself. I didn’t think it was. I thought talking with his Mom was the right thing to do. They knew they had my backing.
The young lady I met when she was a young adult. We worked together in retail. She had trouble getting along with others, but somehow I managed to get her to be agreeable with me. After several months, we would talk on breaks or after hours. She eventually confided to me about her uncle. He served time, but she still had trust issues. So I think she was forced to be lesbian because she just doesn’t have any idea how to trust a man. It’s very sad.
With these two examples, I will always doubt anyone and everyone who tries to tell me that they were born that way. Although anecdotal, my observations suggest otherwise regarding homosexual causes.
You have every reason to feel that way.
Parents are put in a very hard place, when it comes to abuse.
Do you drag your kid through it in court. Is that better than talking to them about it and hoping you can cope with it on your own?
I know of a family that had a child molested by an adult. It was reported to the police. The child was then forced into a room with adults he didn’t know, and asked a bunch of questions. That right there was abuse IMO.
The molester was a transient, in between his family’s homes. He disappeared. The police couldn’t find him.
He was never called to justice for it. The kid turned out fine, but that was pure luck IMO.
His father was a strong adult figure, but understanding. That may have helped. The father and mother displayed affection for each other, so a very strong man/woman model was there for the kid to observe.
It’s tough.